Stop me

The kiss was not as calm and slow as Dalia had expected. In fact, knowing how her husband had touched her for the last few days, she had expected the kiss to be slow and calm. However, the way the king kissed her was different. It was hot, fast, and it was almost as if he couldn't get enough of her. He had been dying to taste her precious lips, to taste their sweetness.

Ditun held her waist and dragged her towards him, where the softness of her breast pressed against his hard, stoned chest. She tasted like coconut oil, just as he had anticipated. Her lips were soft, she tasted so womanly, so sweet that it was hard to stay in control, knowing he was not the kind to even stay in control in the first place.