FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE CURSED PRINCE
Chapter Fifteen
He wasted no time undoing her front-snap bra. His warm mouth closed over one nipple and she gasped at the contact. His hands reached under her skirt, one cupped her ass, and the other stroked her clit.
He released her breast and rained kisses on her collarbone and neck before taking her mouth and thrusting his tongue inside. She returned the eager strokes of his tongue and moved against the finger tickling her clit. He was the only man who had ever given her this much pleasure. So what if he'd spent a hundred lifetimes making other women feel this way? She wanted him--she wanted him forever.
"Turn around," he whispered against her mouth.
