Surrender —1

Islinda shamelessly ground onto Aldric while tugging at his clothes and it was invitation enough for the dark Fae prince to shrug off his tunic in one swift move. Islinda let out a trembling breath as he was bared to her. With her breath heaving, she ogled his solid body. Aldric was quite muscular and slightly broader chested than his leaner brothers. He was beautiful and Islinda could not look away. 

Islinda's breath catches as her gaze roves over him. Aldric was all male and he seemed to have no problem standing still for her exploration. This was not the first time she had seen this body, but it still knocked her breath away each time. It might be the same body but it was two personalities hence the feeling was different. And to know that Aldric the wicked prince bore himself to her was kind of thrilling.