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69. Following the Kiss with a Series of Kisses Down the Neck
“Haah, darling, wait-”
You cover Julian’s lips with yours, stopping his protests. For a moment he continues trying to speak into your mouth, but eventually he relaxes, melting into you with a sigh.
It’s probably not the best place to start making out – Julian being a wanted man and you supposedly leading the search for him, it would be decidedly bad to get caught locked in an intimate embrace with him in the middle of the palace garden. Yet here you are, pressed fully against him with your hands tangled in his hair and your tongue in his mouth.
Curse him for being so tempting.
He pants loudly when you pull away, a groan escaping as you trail kisses and nips down the line of his throat. He starts trying to say something again but all that comes out is a sharp cry, prompted by you biting down on a spot just below his ear.
You both freeze, looking at each other in horror in the silence that follows his outburst. Any prayers you toss up that no one happened to be near enough to hear him are ignored, as soon you detect the sound of footsteps hurrying in your direction. Shit.