Aria had no idea how her prince had found a bedroom so easily, but at that moment, she didn’t care much. He was carrying her effortlessly, her legs around his waist, and their kisses were getting wilder and wilder.

She couldn’t stop. The taste of his tongue, his scratchy cheeks, his hot breath… She was melting under his touch. Darren’s hands were as hot, large, and pleasant as ever. Aria could feel all the soft fabric ruffled by his fingers, how he played with her skirt, ...