The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

“No.” I shivered. “But it’s our only date, so I figured I
should say what’s on my mind.”
“You should.” He kissed the other side of my mouth. “I
like that you’re honest with me.”
“Are you going to kiss me now? Because I don’t think my
heart can take any more of this teasing.”
He chuckled against my lips, but instead of making a
retort to my statement, he pressed his lips against mine. My
eyes slammed shut. My body acted on its own accord, my
arms wrapping around his neck as his hands held me by the
ribs, his thumbs just underneath my breasts. Breathing was
a struggle. My brain wouldn’t shut o , wouldn’t stop
conjuring things to do with him on the only night I had him,
but I couldn’t seem to do anything but kiss him back. Fire
raced through my veins as our tongues met. His grip
tightened. My nails dug into his shoulder blades as I lifted a
leg over him and straddled him, deepening the kiss. It was
unlike me, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t seem to get a grip and
control everything that was happening inside of my body. I
felt like I was floating, the butterflies in my stomach lifting
me in weightless abandon. Elias groaned against my mouth,
his chest heaving against mine as we both came up for air for
just a moment, gazing at each other through hazy eyes
before our mouths met again, wilder this time.
I didn’t even hear anyone approach us, but the sound of a
man clearing his throat made both Elias and I jump back and
pull away. I stayed on his lap, frozen, as we both glanced up
to see Pierre hovering over us.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said. “The Princess of Austria
is here.”
“She’s here?” Elias sounded taken aback.
“We asked her to wait in the foyer so she wouldn’t . . .
interrupt,” Pierre said.