Chapter Ninety-Three

 

Twisted feelings 

 

Asher

 

In a blink I pulled away from the kiss. I really did not understand myself or what had gotten into me. It had all started when I saw her crying and felt pity for her, and then it escalated into something bigger: a kiss. How could I, the almighty warlock prince, be kissing a mere maid? I laughed despite the irony.

 

This was all bullshit. Especially the fact that my body was responding extremely excitedly to the warm feelings of her soft lips pressed against mine; even my mate couldn't make me feel all these pleasurable desires, yet just a look at this girl's lips...