Feeling his now-freed hand slid to the back of her head to hold her in place, a thrill ran up Evras's spine at how he seem to pin her to his own hard body, the warmth that started from where his lips met hers spreading all the way to the tips of her toes. The tongue that tasted her lips, somehow managed to urge Evras to let hers carefully, shyly allow her own to touch his as well, startling at the electric current that jolted through her again at the contact of tongue against tongue, the way he tightened his grip only serve to make Evras press further into his chest.

Her fingers curled to grip at his chiton, instinctively tugging at it through what human sense, Evras didn't know. Had she been less drugged with alcohol and had less of the cover of the dark, she would have blushed at the forwardness of her actions, and would never have so brazenly pressed her whole body against the other's.

Giddy from his kisses, Evras's breathes were heavy when he pulled away, and the rush in her ears died down as the music filtered through the heady desire that he had managed to elicit in her, reminding her where she was. Evras blushed at his hardened, passionate gaze trained on her. She leaned against his hand when he brushed her dark locks aside, and bit her lip at his question.

For she wanted to ask the same thing.

This man was dangerous. If her father found out the liberties she had taken tonight, Dionysius would have been enraged, even if Nethis would have urged her on. Her father would not agree to the wiles her eldest sisters was trying to use Evras's beauty for, but this... this was nothing to do with Nethis's words, everything to do with what he made her feel. So truly? She had no answer to it, and merely averted her gaze to hide the flush to her cheeks, only lifting her chin again when he kissed her once more.

Having loosened her hold on his chiton earlier as he spoke, she now slid her hands down so they now gripped at the chiton bunched around his waist. She shuddered when his lips left hers and headed towards her ears, discovering for the first time, how sensitive the area between her ears and her neck was. The way he held her close would end up pressing her hips to his, and Evras released a gasp at the close contact of the sensitive areas, but could not bring herself to pull away. Instead, his touch only made her arch her neck, exposing more of the creamy expanse to his lips.

She wanted to, oh she really wanted to.

His question stilled her, and for the moment, Evras froze in his arms. The word 'yes' was at the tip of her tongue, so easy to agree and find this pleasure that Nethis and Thea always spoke to her about. But she was a maiden still, and that part of her that feared what would happen slowed her response.

As if she had willed it to being, a runner suddenly appeared at the doorway, and whispers of her name began to spread from there, soon obvious that it was Evras that the runner looked for. Wide eyed with surprise when her vision cleared from the heady clouds that had gathered from Zanon's kisses, she reluctantly glanced, and bit her lip when she recognizd the Thanasi house colors the runner wore.

Slowly, Evras extricated herself from Zanon's arms, and took a step back as she pulled at her ruby red silken chiton, flushing as she straightened the locks of hair that he had pushed into disarray with his fingers. "My apologies, my prince. It seems as if my eldest sister is sending for me. I-... I should leave." her blue-green eyes stared straight at Zanon, reluctance showing as she took a small curtsy at him. "I... hope to see you again soon, my prince."

With anothr small smile, Evras pivoted on her heel and headed to where the runner led hr to a waiting carriage, there which she climbed on and settled herself. The whole ride back, the young woman found herself chewing on her lip, nervously playing with her fingers. The second prince of the Colchian royal family was dangerous, like playing with fire.

But she suddenly realized how much she liked the fire.