The Winter Queen's Curse

You should sleep, princess." Aldric said, his breath hot and heavy on her ear, and Islinda shivered at the thrill that went through her. She would have prayed for the heavens to help her, but it seems they were intent on testing her self-control today. She could not handle this temptation at all. 

But then, how could she sleep? When her face was practically pressed to Aldric's chest, she could feel the heat emanating from his body and his male strength. 

Islinda breathed in and out, realizing further how intoxicating Aldric's scent was. His scent was akin to a drug that she couldn't help but want to taste over and over again. It was engulfing and made her head swim. 

It was a dangerous feeling considering her attraction to this Fae was suddenly heightened and had the urge to trace every bulging muscle. Not Just that, perhaps sink her teeth into his flesh and have a bite. Fuck. What has gotten into her? Her libido has gone haywire.