209 New Sensations (1)

Evanna left the warmth of the camp and the clutches of Arawn's tempting eyes, allowing the chill of the evening air to calm down. The prince did not follow her, nor did the dark fae who started to draw symbols into the dirt ground with a stick. There wasn't much to see in the thick darkness of more woods beside the glittering light reflected on the lake. 

With her body relaxing and the heat of her blood cooling, Evanna could think clearly again. Only Arawn could lead her into temptation, and although she knew there were risks with falling and allowing the elven prince to claim her, she couldn't help it. He had always been alluring and naughty from the moment she reunited with him in Direwood forest, following him like a lost puppy. Even now, with the crisp air clearing her mind, she felt these urges not only to be near him but to touch him and for him to touch her.