Lilac
The Prince's nose ghosted across the curve of my throat as he laid beside me on the bed. I was shuddering every now and then because what he was doing felt so hot and cold at the same time. The tip of his nose was cold but his breath was so hot, and in no time, I felt myself growing drowsy.
I was still without a shirt, but I was not cold, not when I was currently flushed against the Prince in his large bed. His hand was loosely around my waist and I was very conscious about that arm because it was making me feel all fluttery on the inside. It didn't feel this way whenever I was around Damien, or when Zade and Vlad touched me. Those times felt so wrong, but this time felt so right and so perfect.
