Ariel could not process what was happening. His lips were scorching and addictive. Her heart was pounding. Her head screamed to push him, but bloody hell, she didn't remember the last time she was kissed like this.
His mouth tasted like wine, and the more she kissed him, she slowly realised what was happening. His body was burning; she could feel the heat emanating from his chest, placed on her palm.
Their lips parted for a short moment and she finally could see those burning gold eyes. It was the prince. His face was flushed, his breath rough like he was fighting something.
Ariel had an idea what was going on. A few months ago, one of their neighbours' daughters was forced to marry because the soup she prepared for a merchant she fancied made him lose his mind and devour her.
