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Reluctant, yet he does not chase the contact when she moves from him. Golden eyes meet her red ones, and Aldric feels shy—desiring to flicker away, to bury back into the warmth he lost moments prior. He cannot bring himself to, for she shines with unspeakable beauty. Aldric lured in like a dragon to his precious pearl.

She pressed into him this time, and the silver prince practically melts into it. A grumble of contentment rumbles in his throat, jaw tingling where she lays teasing nips and feverish kisses. Such affections are foreign, a feeling he's never quite experienced to his degree. His mind blanks, consumed and drowning in Nirali and how touch starved he feels. Each of her movements feeling like fire against his skin. He chases after each of them, unable to resist this time. Moth to flame.

His heart squeezes, and he moves the jaw she favored to press it hungrily alongside her own, placing a nip of his own before giving kiss after kiss at the spot. Alas, Nirali free as always slips away from him. Eyebrows raise, captivated by her dance. He has never been one to waltz, much to the disappointment of his father, but with Nirali? He'll dance with her until the end of the earth.