Prologue:
I ached for him.
Ached for his soft and delicate touch that would make my mind just a blurry haze.
Ached for his quivering muscles that would rack beneath my fully naked body.
Ached for his hands that would explore what was always ready for him.
Ached for his teeth to that would gently tug at my lower, bottom lip.
Ached for his eyes to lust for my only desire.
But most importantly-
I ached for his love.
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My Desirable Prince
Teen FictionCybella was always the shy one when it came to love. 17 was hardly old enough to talk about love let alone feel it. But lusting for a man was something she had no control of. I mean, its all part of being a teenager, right?
