"I never thought I would have someone sit on the throne beside me." Dante spoke, a slight echo repeated his words back to him.
Charlotte's attention turned back to the King. She had forced herself to look behind her, to where he stood.
"I've been...
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Euphoria.
A feeling that neither of the souls in the throne room had truly felt until that moment.
Charlotte's heart stopped as soon as Dante's lips were placed among her own, her body frozen as his lips stayed firmly planted on her own. The sparks coming from his touch overwhelmed her mind.
It was only moments until her lips began to move against his.
Dante felt warmth spread through his body as her lips moved timidly against his own, his calloused thumb smoothing over her cheekbone as he held her within his embrace. Something he never believed he would be able to do -- at least until this very moment.
All of Charlotte's anger towards the King had simmered, her heart however, erupted with fast beats. She couldn't understand why she had let him kiss her, when only moments ago she was bursting at the seams with anger; most of all hurt that he had never searched for his other half.
Kissing her was more than an effective way to get her to shut up.
He savored the fact that Charlotte had allowed him to kiss her; instead of pushing him away. Dante's other hand reached up to cup the other side of her face, his lips moving fluidly against hers as they stood within the golden light of the throne room.
Dante pushed back the stray strands of her blonde hair away from her face as he kissed her, his lips becoming more and more demanding as the desire to feel her push back became stronger. His teeth nipped at her lower lip, earning a gasp from Charlotte.
She could already feel the blush spreading across her cheeks as he nipped at her lower lip, her heart accelerating more than she ever believed was possible.
