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"Leviathan," you placed your hand on either side of his face, "I'm going to kiss you."
His opalescent eyes darkened and narrowed, his handsome face somehow even more attractive as he glared. "Who gave you permission?"
"No one." You leaned in closer. "I just want to."
There was a flicker in his gaze, as if he was debating how best to put you in your place. He was a king. Even if you were the child of Solomon, what you wanted was irrelevant to the conversation. The fact that you dared to take the initiative and touch him without knowing your position would have seen your hands broken if he so willed it. And that was if he was feeling merciful.
"May I, my king?" You asked with a quiet voice that exemplified your nervousness in awaiting his answer.
His harsh glare didn't change, but it somehow seemed softer as he spoke. "You will." Not may. Will. Your request had become his order.
A small smile broke out across your face as you finished leaning in and gave him a small peck on his right cheek, afraid to push your luck with his magnanimous patience.
His brows seemed to furrow more than they already were. He turned his face to the side so you were staring at the other side of his face. "You will do it again before my left cheek gets jealous of my right."
"Of course, my king." You gave him another peck.
Then, he turned to face you.
You snickered. Will a jovial tone, you asked, "Are your lips jealous now? Shall I kiss them too?" It was a facetious question, meant to be only a joke.
"You will," he said confidently. If he realized you were joking or not was irrelevant now.
You felt blood rushing to your face, heat engulfing you from the inside out. "Of course, my king."