Their Hidden Princess (Zora) novel Chapter 171

Kissing Kairos was an experience akin to tasting flames, a scorching heat that ignited every nerve in my body.

The moment his lips met mine, it felt as though a match had been struck, unleashing a surge of warmth that enveloped me.

His hands encircled my wrists with a possessive grip, while his hips pressed firmly against mine, sending shockwaves of heat coursing through my veins. It was exhilarating, intoxicating, and in that moment, I should have anticipated the combustion that followed. Yet, when I suddenly erupted in flames, I saw the surprise etched across his face. He recoiled as if I had burned him, his eyes wide with confusion as the fire danced along my chin. Just as swiftly as it had ignited, the flames extinguished, leaving behind an air of uncertainty. Kairos’s gaze darted between my eyes, searching for answers, trying to discern whether the fire that had erupted from my skin was born of fear or exhilaration.

Instead of voicing his questions, he leaned in and kissed me again, a fierce urgency in his touch.

A soft moan escaped my lips, blending with the taste of smoke and pine that lingered on his tongue. It drove me to the brink of madness, a wild yearning that I couldn’t ignore. Just then, another flare of flames erupted from my hands, searing the fabric of his shirt. But Kairos, unfazed, ripped it away, his focus solely on reclaiming my mouth.

The sensation of his bare chest pressing against mine was enough to reignite the fire within me for a third time. I instinctively tugged at my own shirt, eager for the warmth of our skin against each other. A whimper of desire escaped me, echoing the tumult of emotions swirling inside.

With a swift motion, Kairos’s hands cupped the underside of my thighs, lifting me effortlessly into the air. He spun me around, our lips never breaking contact for even a heartbeat, before pinning me against the cold metal of the lockers. The sound of my back colliding with the lockers sent a thrill through me, only intensifying my moans. Seizing the moment, Kairos plunged his tongue into my mouth, and I responded eagerly, nipping and sucking at him as his hands explored the backs of my thighs.

His body pressed into mine, a hardness growing between us that felt like pure ecstasy as he ground against me. Another moan escaped my lips, our mouths still tangled together, never truly parting. As he trailed kisses down the side of my neck, I clawed at his back, the heat and desire coursing through me spiraling into a maddening frenzy.

Kissing Kairos was like being consumed by hellfire.

But wait.

I was kissing Kairos.

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