The venom in Her

His lips found hers in a sensual kiss. Unlike the desire burning through him like wildfire, it was controlled and slow. 

Malik didn't have memories of the kiss they shared before. Perhaps none of those kisses was genuinely out of affection. 

However, the one he was sharing with her now was different. He wanted it not to punish her. He needed it to quench the thirst that promised to devour him whole.

Never had he imagined he would love the thought of drowning. Especially when he was drowning in the feelings he could hardly identify. 

Was it perhaps too fast? Could it be because she was the only person around it? He was uncertain. As for the answers, the prince knew he would get them in time.

His fingers caressed her cheek, holding her in place. If she was standing, Yasmin would be weak on her knees. She could feel the intensity of whatever he felt for her.