If one ignored the cute animals and little kids, Xion had never kissed before in his life. Ah, that should be two lives now.
The only exception was Darius. And now he was melting into that same person's arms like a puddle.
His body felt as if it were on fire when Darius had nipped at his lower lip.
But the Archduke didn't rush. He teased Xion by cradling his heated face, his lips hovering just a breath away. Warm air ghosted over Xion's moist, pink lips.
His eyes burned with restrained hunger, waiting, testing, daring Xion to take the final step.
Xion's cheeks flushed with warmth, and he found himself leaning forward, closing that last, agonizing inch.
Their lips brushed in a gentle, almost tender touch that made Darius's restraint fray at the edges.
So soft, so darn sweet... Darius kissed Xion back. Gently at first, savoring the feel of it, the sheer rightness of it.
