Lilith held her breath, heart pounding as Hades' finger trailed from her lip to her chin. She quickly regained her composure, breaking free from his intoxicating presence and stepping back, out of his reach.
"G–good night, Your Highness," she stammered, her voice shaky. Offering a quick curtsy, she turned and rushed out of his chamber. Once in her own room, she slammed the door shut and locked it, pressing her back against the wooden frame as she panted for breath.
The lingering sensation of his touch still burned on her lip. Lilith lifted her fingers to trace the spot he had touched, her thoughts spiraling. Why would the prince say such inappropriate things? His voice, his eyes—he had sounded almost like he wanted her.
She shook her head. No, that can't be. He must be toying with me... right? But deep down, she knew he hadn't been joking. She had seen it the hunger, the darkness, the sincerity in his eyes.
