After having a royal supper, Isadora had fallen into a deep slumber in one of the most comfy beds of the crown prince of Valoria. She was really a daring one! Eating Alexander’s supper and sleeping on his bed! But of course she knew nothing would happen as far as Alexander was her.. Was her what? Pushing the thought at the back of her mind, she let her mind wander in the dream world.

Isadora shot her eyes open and she found herself in this same and familiar place. Alexander’s room. She was now standing in the middle of the room, wrapped in a towel at that. Her hair was dripping wet showing that she had just come from taking a bath. But why then did she come in his room of all the places? She heard a melodious sound of a flute coming from the garden closing her mind completely. The melody was a sweet one this time and it was well played, experiencedly. Curiosity got the better of her and she found herself walking towards the garden. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

It was already late at night and only a few candles had been lit in Alexander’s room. The garden was pitch dark with only the moonlight lighting the place. Isadora made her way into the garden, and there on the swing, Alexander was seated while delicately playing the flute. His eyes was closed and his head rhymed well with the rhythm of the melody. He was dressed in all white and his hair danced in the wind as he played the flute. Isadora had to blink twice to make sure she was not staring at a god.

The melody eventually came to a halt and Alexander slowly opened his eyes. When he took notice of her staring at him with those dreamy eyes, he smiled at her before he stood up from the swing. Isadora was still in a dazed state and she had to blink twice to come back to reality.

"See. I learned a melody too. Even better than yours I guess," he said with some pride.

No. Isadora was not going to give him the satisfaction of losing. Not this time.

"Is that so?" She asked, raising a brow. "Your melody sounded like a rusty chainsaw cutting through a rough piece of wood." She said before she rolled her eyes to complement her statement. Alexander frowned a little before his expression got replaced by an amused one.

"Says the person who was hypnotized by my melody," he said taking another step forward. Isadora was about to say something but when she looked at his burning blue eyes, the words vanished into thin air. Gods! He was looking at her in a way that brought butterflies in her stomach. She could feel his gaze assessing and undressing her. Why did she have to come here with only a towel on? She cursed. But the funny thing was she couldn’t even remember taking a bath.

"You look," he said letting his gaze travel her length," dazzling." She could detect a flirtatious tone in that word and now that she saw him take another step, her heart raced wildly in her chest. Oh Lord! This guy was bringing out of her emotions she didn’t even know belonged in her body. He took another step closer and the air around her suddenly turned hot. No, not the air. It was her cheeks actually, her body, all of it. It was a blazing inferno.

"Are you dressed this way for me?" He asked in a hypnotic voice. He was now closer, so closer she could hear his rhythmic breathing and heartbeat. What had he even asked? Her body was trembling in need. She yearned for his touch, something that scared her. And as if he had read her mind, his hand moved and tucked the stray strands of her hair behind her ear. Gods! That simple action made her heart to flutter. She didn’t even know she had closed her eyes at such a simple action.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" He asked in the same tone. Lord! How could she even be able to resist his manly aura. She could now smell his scent and it made her want more. But what exactly did she want? A kiss? He had asked her if she wanted one. She opened her eyes and stared at his thin lips. They were purple and inviting, those that any woman couldn’t resist. How did he expect her to even resist?

Yes. She wanted to kiss him, to have a taste of those alluring and inviting lips of his. His lips formed into a thin line as if he had read her mind.

"Say it Isadora. Don’t fight it. Admit it and I’ll give to you whatever you ask for," he whispered in her ear and bit it slightly. Isadora’s body acted strangely at that simple action. Gods! Why was her body acting so different? And yes. She had to admit it. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"Alexander?" She called his name in such an alluring voice that Alexander had to bite his lips. And the way her lips moved when she called his name. Damn! He was losing it here. He was the one in control and wanted her to admit it but here he was, fighting with his own body. Maybe being in control was not as fun as he had thought. His patience was growing thin and he felt like she was taking way too long.

’Patience brother, patience!’ He told himself and all the parts of his body especially his member who was now twitching in excitement under his pants.

"Kiss me," came the statement he had been waiting for what seemed ages, if not centuries.

"Are you sure about it?" He teased just to see her reaction. Her eyes answered it all. The way she looked at him in need and lust, he knew she meant every single word.

"Kiss me," she said again. Alexander couldn’t hold himself any longer and he crushed his lips on hers in a heated kiss.