In the middle of the cold night, with the dim light barely illuminating the room, the Princess stepped in wearing nothing but a transparent nightdress, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders
Sevastian remained rooted to the ground as he watched her make her way towards him painfully slow, swaying her hips as she walked. Stopping a few feet from him, she lifted her head up to look into his eyes.
Lyra's fingers trailed his naked arm moving up to his shoulder. Sevastian's jaw tightened as he did not repulse her touch but craved it. The princess lifted his hand and placed it on her chest so he could feel her heart beating for him.
Her warm touch made him feel things he shouldn't have any business feeling. Sevastian moved closer to her until they could feel each other's breath fanning against their skin.