King Lucien is kissing her.

　　The thought was just running around in Danika's head without actual penetration. She was too shocked, too dumbfounded.

　　The brush of his lips was tentative at first, an unhurried sweep of his mouth against hers. Every muscle in her body locked up, he made a low sound deep in her throat that sent shivers down her spine.

　　The king is kissing her.

　　His lips caressed hers again, nibbling and clinging to them until they parted on a gasp. He deepened the kiss with a thrust of his tongue.

　　The knowledge finally hit home. The king is kissing her!

　　Danika's eyes was wide open. Her senses...