HIS ADDICTIVE TOUCH
Cielle's heart is beating at a crazy pace, her breathing is coming out strained, and she feels as if she might faint. The mere brush of Alastor's fingers running up her bare thighs make her see heaven. This is all too much, his touch is like fire, burning her alive.
Her lithe fingers curl into the hair on Alastor's nape when he mouths at her neck, sucking into the smooth, sensitive skin there. "Mhh~ Al—"
Knocks rain onto the door of Alastor's chamber and his hand freezes from in between her thighs, barely a few inches away from her aching core. Her fingers clutch onto his shoulder, teeth clamped down on her bottom lip and eyes as wide as saucers.
"Dragon? Is the princess inside that chamber?" The voice comes in as very timid and uncertain and it belongs to none other than Cielle's handmaiden Bea. The next moment Cielle is scrambling out of Alastor's lap as she fixes her dress and hair.