His mouth curves, showing off white teeth in a mockery of a smile. I quiver slightly, gripping the fabric of my skirts in my hands as I keep my eyes on the floor. “You’re very pretty,” says the prince, cocking his head like a dog. Heat rushes to my cheeks. “Thank you, your highness,” I manage to squeak and clear my throat. His mockery smile falls a fraction as he pulls himself upright, his head lolling forward. His bangs fall in front of his eyes, hiding his penetrating gaze. I shiver despite myself, hugging my waist tightly to chase away the chills of his presence. “Very, very pretty,” he continues, sliding out of his cushiony seat.
The light hits his hair just right, making the red curls look like fire, engulfing his angular features. Something dangerous crosses his dark eyes and I’m left breathless.
“Such big eyes and pretty skin. It makes me…” He stops mid-sentence, standing up straight, towering above me. “…Very, very hungry. I want to kiss you.” “Y-your majesty?” I stutter, wide-eyed now.
“Let me kiss you.” He glides closer, a panther in human skin, his eyes like liquid ink. “Let me kiss your pretty mouth,” he begs in his soft, raspy voice, lifting a hand to my cheek. His skin is burning, almost fever-hot.