She brought her lips to his chest and began kissing her own way up to his neck. He groaned low in his throat as her hands roamed down, and she continued to kiss up. “You really are quite persuasive,” he ground out. “Oh, I know, your Highness,” she murmured, her lips finally finding his again. In a heartbeat, Callan had rolled and flipped her underneath him, and she pushed that self-hatred for what she was doing to him down, down, down as she let herself out of that cage she’d been shoved into.
