Chapter 24

• If Talia had trouble breathing before, it's near impossible now, vision blurry with unshed tears. She didn't know what to do with her body, blindly clawing at the bunched up sheets to gain some level of grounding. The air in the room felt stuffy, impossibly hot and rapidly spreading all over her body, prickling at her skin until she was glistening with sweat. Her pulse sped up, heart hammering against her chest at the heat of their bodies pressed together. 
• "Lukas," She tried to press out, but the only sound coming from her mouth was a guttural moan. Her legs were starting to twitch, but the Prince slid his hands up to her hips, holding her still. 
• Talia trailed her hand over to his face, gripping at the material of his toga, pushes at his chest with urgency. Pulling away, the Prince took it off, discarding it somewhere, as if he didn't care about anything else at that moment.