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Princess Yeri.

I reach up and cup Ozar's face with both hands. His skin is warm under her touch, the texture of his beard brushes against my palms. I look deeply into his eyes, seeing a mix of confusion, hope, and longing. Then, with a sudden, fierce resolve, I leaned in and crush my lips against his. Our kiss is electric, a powerful clash of passion and desperation. I delve my tongue into his mouth, exploring, tasting, and claiming. Ozar responds with equal fervour, his hands instinctively wraps around my waist and pulls me closer. We breathe heavily and out bodies are pressed together as if we are trying to meld into one.

The world around me has blurred, fading away and leaving only the raw, visceral connection between us.

In a rush of impulsive energy on my part, I push Ozar back. He stumbles, and we both end up on the ground, the grass softens our fall. I have been frustrated earlier today, needing him and thinking of him at every chance that I got. Ozar looks at me in surprise a