Lukas cradled her face and pulled her into a bruising kiss. The weight of his lips against her took Talia a second to process, and she gasped into it, hands lifting to grasp at the soft material of his chiton. Her heart skipped a beat, knees going weak. His hands kept her balanced, mouth hot and heavy against her. 

It's cold by the shore, but the Prince was warm, one arm curling around her waist and the other cupping the back of her neck. His fingers curled ...