So Raegan did the only thing she could, which was to clutch both sides of his jacket and pull herself to him. Her mouth crashed against the King’s in desperate, keening want. He met her with bottomless need, wrapping his hands around her waist as she threaded her fingers into his hair. Every place her body met his form came alive with yearning awareness, as if she had never quite understood what it meant to be flesh and blood until this moment.
