Tris looks down at the bare-chested man before her, studying the rippling muscles of his chest before dragging her eyes up to his face.

“I told you to announce yourself,” she purrs, feeling powerful sitting atop Nick, keeping him pinned to the ground.

The prince smiles up at her, his dark eyes dancing about as they rake over her naked form. The small gesture sends shivers down her spine and her womanhood begins to tingle.

“You can’t sneak up ...