Chapter 43 The Prince And His Bride's Half Sister 3

• Her lips tasted like the perfect sin. I bit her mouth; she gasped, and I gained access, tasting every inch of her mouth, sucking on her tongue like a crazed man. Perhaps I was.
• Because at this moment, she got me fucked in ways unimaginable.
• When I finally let go, her breath was erratic, chest heaving up and down like she had run a marathon. Lips plump—but I was far from done with her.