Fuck, she has ruined it all!
Islinda yanked on her hair for the nth time as she paced across her room. She could still remember what happened in the dining room as clear as day. The way Aldric had fed her through a kiss. It should have ended there but no her traitorous body demanded more. Moreover, it was not like one could play with flames and expect not to be burned.
She recalled in detail the way her heart leaped and she was the one taking over the kiss from him. Of course, the damned dark prince was no gentleman and should have stopped her in the first place. Aldric should have pushed her away and brought back her senses, but no, he encouraged her behavior instead. He pushed her closer to him, her back arching as he deepened the kiss and she moaned into his mouth.
