Crowe Morningstar - Psionic Mind

Curled beneath my arms, Princess Amilia Ray Vorselus nippled at the nap of my neck, heating my core as she purred most lovingly. And looked up at me with azure-gold eyes, shimming a radiance under the glow of the twin suns that deepened my smile. 

I leaned in, pressing my lips over hers, sucking the breath from her lungs as a fiery whirlwind of the senses exploded in our mouths while my hands cupped her breast. 

She shuttered, and our kiss grew so intense I—

"Someone will see." She hurriedly whispered, breaking the kiss, looking around the garden to the two guards a few paces away. "We shouldn't." 

"It's only a kiss, my dear." I teased, noticing the tinge of anticipation, the look of heat, and the slight nibbling over tender lips. "Surely a Princess can do so much." 

"Crowe…"  She whispered.