Chapter 22 Charisma Pov

• As he kisses me, it’s like a bolt of lightning shoots through me. My lips part automatically to grant him access and I feel his tongue tentatively slide inside, caressing the inside of my mouth, his body still atop of mine. I can feel the warmth of his body pressed against me, feel the coarseness of his clothes against my bare skin. I wrap my hands around his neck, closing my eyes and losing myself in the moment. For once, I can’t think of anything, but I can feel, and my responsibilities and my queenly duties begin to fade away. All I can focus on is him and the way he's making me feel. He makes me feel different. Not like a queen but rather just a normal woman. He has the ability to make me believe I can have it all, even without being able to speak.
• Part of me wants to reach him, to hear him say my name and hear it whispered from his lips. He deepens the kiss, and I writhe beneath him, feeling a certain part of his anatomy begin to grow hard against me. It’s both shocking and exhilarating. I grind slightly against him and am rewarded by the expression on his face changing. I wondered what his other half was, the hybrid part of him still uncertain, but he simply breaks off the kiss and then before I can come back to my senses, I feel his fingers lightly brushing up against the buttons on my shirt. I whimper, meeting his eyes, a need inside of me that I can’t quite explain. I see his eyes narrow and a strange glint enter them and then torturously, slowly, he begins to undo the buttons one by one, feasting his eyes on me.
• I inhale sharply. He slowly peels the shirt away from me, drawing it back to my shoulders and then stared down at me with awe on his face. I wriggle, feeling slightly embarrassed but he licks his lips and begins to slowly reach down, his hand cupping my breast through my lacy bra ever so softly. He gives a gentle squeeze and pleasure shoots through me. I arch my back slightly, beginning to pant. This is all new to me. My breathing becomes shallow, and my cheeks begin to turn a rosy, red as he trails his hand down my navel, continuing to look down at me, propping himself up with the use of his other arm and elbow and of course, his legs either side of me. He bends down, his lips close to my ear and he breathes. I can feel his breath on my ear, and I shiver, my legs clenching automatically.