Wasted Efforts

Islinda woke up in a bad mood. And it might have to do with the fact that she had erotic dreams of Aldric all through the night that had her still throbbing with desire this early morning. She couldn't shake the suspicion that Aldric had somehow invaded her subconscious, although she usually sensed his presence in her dreams. But then, blaming the dark Fae prince for her arousal provided a slight consolation, fueling her determination to resist his influence even more fiercely. 

It was so bad that Islinda didn't dare join Aldric and his new companion, Elena, for breakfast, scared that she might lose control and jump him right in front of everyone. So she had her breakfast alone in the privacy of her room where she squirmed uncomfortably on her seat, bewildered by the sudden intensity of her sensations. Even the tantalizing breakfast tasted like rubber in her mouth as her body was pulled taut like a stringed instrument.