No suitor had dared before. Emeriel would have deflected with a well-placed shove, a swift punch or a biting retort. But tonight, she felt raw, her defenses frayed.The kiss was agony.It was like a thousand tiny needles pricking her skin from every angle, her stomach churning with nausea.Memories of another's lips, another's touch, flooded her. King Daemonikai's deep kisses, the feel of his tongue against hers. The recall assaulted Emeriel’s whole being.Longing rose, clawing its way up from the pit of her stomach...No, no, no.She tore her lips from his, stumbling back so fast she lost her footing, and fell hard onto the ground."Are you alright?" Daviel reached for her, but she scrambled to her feet, moving backward to put as much distance between them as she could."I’m fine," she gasped, dusting off her garments with trembling hands, trying to keep the despair rising inside her at bay. "Let’s call it a night, Prince Daviel.""But, Emeriel—""Good night." She turned and walked
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