There was a fire in her eyes that both excited and infuriated him. She was wasting his time, even if she had inside knowledge that could potentially help him. “I must leave. The council—” He couldn’t let her finish that sentence. He slammed his lips against hers, pressing hard. He could feel her resistance. This was almost certainly the first time she, as an unmatched council heir, had been touched by any man, and she didn’t seem to like it, not that he was trying to be gentle or affectionate in the slightest. She pressed back against him, her lips as rigid as the rest of her body, and slammed
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Ugh. I seriously want to barf. Up until now I was like ok, maybe it’ll get less cringey and less puppy lovey.
Like y’all can’t have those feelings right now. I want magic and fairies and dragons and piratey shit! Sail the damn seven seas already and quit makin out.
