Chapter 7 Will the prince help us?

His face was close to mine, and I felt his breath on my neck. It sent a shiver running down my spine.

The reporters, kept at bay on the sidewalk, were snapping away with their cameras and talking loudly into microphones.

I turned away and reached for the front door, but he kept pace with me and slipped his arm around my waist.

It felt like it belonged there. His hands fit themselves around my curves so naturally. I guess because… he knew them.

His arms were so strong. Every muscle along the whole length of them bulged.

He smelled like pine and sandalwood, like he’d just stepped out of the forest. I remembered this smell from the morning after our night together in the cave.

But no. I had to stop letting my thoughts drip down into that memory.

Every time, it made me feel like I was melting. Every time I thought about the feeling of his hot, rough hands all over every inch of my body.

The way he’d fucked me.

Shameless and giving and desperate and wild.

His incredible strength.