The Crown Prince suddenly noticed that her sleep robe had somehow come undone.
Her soft, delicate skin was fully exposed, alluring under the dim light.
He suddenly pressed her head down and kissed her, his scorching tongue darting into her mouth.
Alright.
She was not his sister.
But he wouldn't allow her to leave.
Could she be his woman?
Be his wife?
Her legs wrapped around his lean waist, perhaps she drank too much, her body not listening to her, her courage more than ever before.
The man was an expert at kissing, and soon she was softened by the kiss, whimpering in his arms...
She was breathless under his weight, her fluffy head held in place, their lips locked together...
No, he suddenly stopped, releasing the girl beneath him, he couldn't take her like this...
Breathing heavily, he angrily dressed her back in her sleep robe, tying it up...
