Eryx|Crown prince

Eryx lay on his plush, velvet bed, bare chest exposed to the brief cool air wafting through the open windows, surrounded by the opulent decor of his chambers. He lazily wrapped a white lace cloth around his eyes, blocking out the dim light that filtered through the heavy, embroidered curtains. The air was thick with the sweet, heady scent of jasmine, its divine aroma wafting from the delicate, crystal vase on his bedside table and a faint hint of his arousal.

As he waited, his mind wandered back to the first time he'd met her – in the palace gardens, surrounded by the vibrant blooms of spring. He remembered being struck by her porcelain skin and soft hair, which cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her laughter had been music to his ears, and he'd found himself drawn to her, like a moth to flame. It'd been around a week since then. A whole week of watching her, a whole week of temptation and swirling thoughts about her. Fuck, how he'd love to roam his hands all over her body, to grope her supple flesh, to roll his tongue over her nipples, to fuck her senselessly. A whole week of small interactions and brief touches that sent a spark of electricity through his spine.

A soft knock at the door broke his train of thoughts, and Eryx's heart quickened in anticipation. He smirked a devilishly handsome smirk, knowing that she was here, and soon he would be able to indulge in the pleasure of her. His senses heightened as he waited for her to join him in the intimate sanctuary of his chambers. He would ravish her. Fuck her senselessly until she was a squirming, stuttering mess.