81. The Next Queen

*’He kisses,’* Kaelia thought numbly.

*’Like a man starved,’*

Fast, hot and angry, Cassander’s lips moved over hers like a hurricane, sweeping her away until she wasn’t sure she could even keep up with the intensity of his passionate kissing.

Hands were all over body- she did not even know which was which because they were everywhere, squeezing and roaming her entire frame before she could even me