King Killian was startled at first, but he wasted no time in taking over with the kiss. He flipped Elena over, trapping her under his huge body, kissing her fiercely and hungrily like he had been starved for days. Her lips were soft and sweet just like he had imagined. Perfect.
His hand cupped the back of her neck, deepening the kiss as his other arm slid beneath her waist, pulling her tighter against him. Her gasp gave him the opening he needed—his tongue invaded her mouth, claiming it as if it belonged to him and him alone.
Elena moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer like she couldn't get enough. Her body arched into his, her hips rising to meet the demanding pressure of his. The heat between them surged, wild and unrelenting.
King Killian's lips broke away from hers only to trail kisses down her jaw, to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She whimpered when he nipped it gently, sending shivers down her spine.
