Although Evanna was dripping and ready for Arawn, her mouth turned dry as he began to unbutton his robe. She'd seen his body before, but after that euphoric orgasm he coaxed out of her, she was lustful for everything. Arawn had been impatiently patient with her, but now she was the one with twitching fingers wanting more, needing more. She watched as slowly his chest was revealed, his stomach muscles next until his thumbs hooked around his waistband, teasingly slow before he continued to remove garment after garment. They dropped to the side, but Evanna didn't see the clothes, just the man before her.
Evanna's legs parted by themselves as the prince started to crawl towards her on the bed. Excitement and nervousness coiled within her as heat tickled along her skin, the light hairs on her arms rising as every little fibre and nerve ending in her sparked to life to the man coming above her. Without even touching, she could feel his heat encasing her.
