Prince Raiver knelt before Naria, his eyes aflame with passion, as he lowered his lips to the supple curves of her stomach. A hushed sigh escaped her quivering lips, the anticipation electrifying the air. The prince's touch was a tender caress, his wet lips tracing a fiery path across her velvety skin.
Every inch of Naria's being trembled beneath his delicate ministrations, her senses alight with desire. The prince's kisses ignited a wildfire within her, a hunger that yearned for more than mere fleeting moments. He could not be satisfied with this brief contact, for her skin, so soft and delicate, beckoned him further into the depths of her desire.
Naria felt her heart tighten, a powerful throbbing filled with a venomous blend of anticipation and anxiety like a butterfly caught in a spiders web, she was caught. Her voice trembling, mustering the courage to question his actions.
