"You are cold." He murmurs, eyes dancing over every feature that makes Celeste.
"Make me warm." She breaths.
As if that is the only thing he needs to hear to make his move, he launches forward, every inch of their skin pressing to each other. But nothing like the sparkle she had felt when she touched Prince Zelian coursed through her veins. Maybe it's because their bare skin hasn't come in contact with each other yet.
"What do you want?" He's asking while his mouth works along the dip of her jaw, his hot tongue swirling over her skin.
Celeste sucks in a breath, crisp air slicing through her lungs.
She can't do this for a long time. "You." So she breathes, "I want you."
"You have me." The man says, trailing down to her neck, his big hands on her waist starting to creep up.
