THE NIGHT WITH THE SEVENTH PRINCE

　　The cave was filled with the warmness that the little bonfire was providing from the corner. Even though it was enough to keep them warm, Amara could feel her forehead start sweating lightly under his intense eyes. She could feel the man's muscles getting stiffen as if he was restraining his long suppressed desire for her sake.

　　Amara swallowed hard as fear surged through her mind like a gush of volcano. Never in her lifetime, ...