Chapter 210: New Sensations (2)
"*Then run from me if it gets too much.*" Arawn’s voice deepened, his eyes flashing hungrily as he took a tentative step towards her. It was almost like the prince was giving her enough time to back out from this dance they’d begun the steps to.
Evanna didn’t move as he took her chin in his fingers and kissed her softly once more. Her body flushed with heat, her mind dizzy from the taste of his lips. But all too soon, the prince pulled away and started to guide her towards the lake. The water was clearer than she expected and the fog hovering over it revealed the iciness of the water.
It made the princess pause for a moment, her doubts about their next steps bubbling to the surface. Not because she didn’t want Arawn’s touch but because of how cold the lake looked. How did the others bathe in this!?
This lustful spell that remained over her was beginning to chip away. Arawn glanced at her, then chuckled, dragging his cloak over her body and pulling her into a heated embrace. "Fiza has put a spell on the water. It is warm enough to bathe in."
Evanna shivered from Arawn’s comment. The prince knew her well enough that she didn’t need to voice her trepidation over their little rendezvous in the lake.
"*It’s not too late to run,*" Arawn growled into her ear after feeling her hand’s curious caress against the muscle shaped like a ’V’ pointing down to his breeches.
"*Do I really seem so cowardly to you?*" Evanna questioned, her eyes meeting his before she stood on her tiptoes and planted her lips against his.
Arawn instantly took the lead, his lips crushing hers, his need apparent from the bulge in his pants pressing against her, his teeth biting into her bottom lip as his hands roamed her body again. Evanna lost herself in his touch, her own curious and lowering to the hardened length straining against her. The prince hissed from the lightest of touches, her fingers gliding down the outside of his breeches.
Arawn chuckled, breathless, as his eyes flashed wildly on her, his hair for once not perfectly straight or in place. "*Never,*" he growled as he leaned his forehead to hers, regaining his breath as his hand went over hers where his length throbbed and twitched.
"*Let’s see how daring you really are,*" Arawn grinned wickedly, seductively, as he turned away from her, fixing the position of his length straining against his pants. He wanted nothing more than to claim her, to feel her tight core around him, accepting him and only him, but she was born a princess, not touched by any man.
Arawn knew, without needing to ask, from the way Evanna still blushed because of the sexy moans that had left those voluptuous, now slightly swollen lips, that she remained a virgin. Even if she wasn’t, it wouldn’t deter him from his need for her. Evanna was everything he wanted, and not just from his primal need as a man. There was more between them than the lust that urged him to not take things slow.