His teeth punctured my skin once more, forcing another whine out of me. My limp body soothed into Francis’ embrace, his hands holding me from collapsing.
My eyes fluttered when his teeth escaped my flesh.
His tongue traveled across my open wound, catching every drop of blood.
More.I wished to beg, yet the words would not come out under Francis' playful gaze.
His lips carried drops of crimson; his face inches from mine.
“Is itnext timeyet?” His husky voice brushed over my ears.
“Hm?” My eyes struggled to focus through the fog that invaded my mind.
“You said I may steal your kiss next time,” Francis murmured, his lips moving closer to mine. “Is thisnext time?”
My stomach dropped to my heels as the flowers bloomed, wrapping around my center. My lips parted when my eyes planted on his lips.
I managed a small nod before finding his lips with my own.
Our tongues collided in a dance.
My teeth punctured his lower lip, his blood blending with mine, spilling onto my tongue.
His hand fell onto my cheek, ushering me closer. He tasted like fine wine—
“Cordelia?” The door to the hall creaked open as I broke our kiss in an instant.
Florence stood at the threshold, her gaze jumping from me to Francis. “Sorry!” She hurried out of the hall.
“No!” I called after her, pushing Francis away. He didn’t move an inch. “Wait! Is everything all right?”
Florence peeked through the ajar door. “I merely wondered if you would like to go to Faris earlier, Charlotte has been asking of you.”
The warmth traveled up my cheeks when I fought Francis away from me, he didn’t budge.
“Yes, of course!” I nodded at Florence, ignoring Francis’ smirk.
“Awesome!” Florence beamed, her smile growing bigger and bigger as she eyed Francis' hands on my waist. “We will leave in half an hour then.” She closed the door behind herself, her steps fading in the distance.
“Francis!” I hissed, fighting the smile off my face.
“Why, Princess, are you ashamed of me?” He pulled me closer, closing what little distance we shared. “Am I embarrassing you?” His lips brushed over my neck, tracing a pathway all the way to my ear.
“No.” A smile stretched on my face; my heart skipped a beat when he reached the corner of my lips.
“Well, good then,” he rasped. “Because you kissed me, I still haven’t had the chance to kiss you.” He teased as his lips found mine once more.
