A surge of electricity jolted through King Killian the instant his wife's lips met his. His eyes widened in shock, and heat rushed through his body, desire igniting like a flame as his dick surged to life.
At first, Elena remained frozen in shock, her widened gaze locked onto Killian's eyes. Then, as if he had suddenly turned into a poisonous plant, she jolted to her feet. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice shaky with guilt.
King Killian gathered himself and rose from the floor. He brushed off a few specks of dirt from his shoulder, his movements slow and composed. "It's fine, Elena," he muttered, his tone calm. Then he looked at her, his gaze tender. "Are you okay?" he asked as he closed the distance between them. Gently, he lifted her chin with a finger. "You're not hurt anywhere… right?"
"No, of course not," Elena replied, laughing awkwardly as she stylishly moved away from King Killian. She felt tense and couldn't believe she'd stolen a kiss from Killian.
