[color=#b97703]“Wow,”[/color] Caspian rolled his eyes when Iris feigned disinterest in his attempts to win her over. He’d come at her in the hopes of enticing her to come with him upstairs again, but instead he shuddered at the feeling of her hot breath on his ear and the burning trail her fingers left as she traced them down his bare skin. In one move, she’d reversed their roles, and now he was the one squirming with desire while she pretended to be calm and collected. He bit his lip and curled his fingers restlessly against her hip. Her game of playing hard to get just made him want her more, and he leaned into her as he decided to press a little harder.

Somewhere in the distance, he could still hear the movie playing, but he’d lost track of what scene was running on the screen as he impulsively pushed her over onto the sofa with the brunt of his weight. He laid on top of her, propping himself up on one forearm, and grinned playfully before planting a kiss on her forehead, her nose and then her jawline. [color=#b97703]“We can rewind the movie later…”[/color] he crooned into her ear, trailing his free hand sensuously down and up her side. [color=#b97703]“Give [i]me[/i] your attention now.”[/color] The feeling of their bodies tangled together on the couch only escalated his already quick heartbeat, reminding him of how it had felt to have her in the bed without the pesky dress between them. He wanted another taste of the ecstasy that she’d introduced him to before they’d taken a break for dinner.

Determined to break down her weak attempt to pretend like she didn’t want the same thing, he pressed his lips to hers and shifted his weight to lean up just enough to pull her dress away from her skin. Her tongue still tasted like chocolate, which only drove him to kiss her more fervently until he had to break away to slip the gown over her head.

If his father had known that he’d started up an intimate relationship with a former rebel, it probably would have given him an aneurism right then and there. The king wasn’t opposed to him sleeping with a woman before his marriage was arranged, per say, but he there was no doubt that he would have frowned upon the prince’s choice of partner. Somehow, knowing that only spurred him on though. Maybe it was because of their recent fight that he felt the need to rebel or maybe it was because of how controlling Atlas was on the whole, but either way, the knowledge that what they were doing was “wrong” in the eyes of his father made it that much more enjoyable to the crown heir.

He took her bottom lip between his teeth zealously, relishing the feeling of their bodies moving against each other on the horizontal surface. [color=#b97703]“Still enjoying the movie?”[/color] he asked her with a joking, breathless smile. [color=#b97703]“I bet you can’t even tell me what’s going on anymore.”[/color]