A yawn escaped her lips as she rubbed her eyes with her thumb, forcing them open. It took a few blinks for her vision to adjust to her surroundings. Her gaze shifted to the clock, it was past nine. She had slept far longer than expected.
Lilith's eyes dropped to the prince's arm still wrapped around her waist, his hand resting dangerously close to her breasts. His face was buried in the volume of her hair, his soft breath fanning the base of her neck. The sensation in her stomach tightened with the sudden awareness of their intimacy.
Biting her bottom lip, she shifted slightly, trying not to wake him. But even the smallest movement was enough to stir him awake.
"Do you want to get up?" His voice was deep and husky, the sound rumbling against her back, sending a shiver down her spine.
