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Julian couldn’t help the moan escaped at the softness of the woman’s lips, his eyes closed rightly as he leaned in further. Though there was a slight stir underneath him and it was ultimately what caused him to pull away. He stared at her, his tongue then running over his lips – they tasted sweet of strawberry though it made him feel nauseous. He reached his hand up to wipe his mouth with the back of his throat, his mind now piecing together exactly what was going on. This wasn’t some myth – the woman was real and he had kissed her, but he hadn’t broken the curse. He frowned then, his brows meeting the middle of his forehead at the possibility that perhaps he had kissed a corpse. Maybe that was why his stomach knotted so. He groaned, taking a seat in a chair beside the bed with his head tilted back. His eyes closed momentarily He had gone out of his way to come and find her and now that he dd . . . . Julian. Julian’s eyes flashed open then at the sound of his name being called, wondering if it was at all possible that the woman had stirred awake. Though she lay as still as ever, the only motion being from wind that had made its way through some unseen crack.<br/>
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His hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly and his eye searched, trying to find the source of the voice.<br/>
“Who’s thee?” He quickly came to a stand, his hand on the hilt of his sword, though he could see no immediate threat. Honestly where there should’ve been fear was actually more so a pull of desire.<br/>
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Help me break this curse… You must prove your love to me, Julian. You are the one I seek…<br/>
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Of course he knew of the vile things that men had done to her. He also knew what happened to them upon doing so. If she was really here, then it would be quite possible that part of the tale was true as well. Still, he found himself lulled by the sweet sooth voice, his eyes trained on the milky skin of the princess that was revealed. He swallowed thickly, feeling beads of sweat pooling at his brows and beard as he made his way over. He could see why it was hard to resist the woman. She lay there, a goddess awaiting nothing but a man to bring her back to life – a man who could coax her back to life.<br/>
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Only you can set me free. Will you help me?”<br/>
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Julian was hypnotized by that point, the voice looping through his mind as he neared the body once more. The bed dipped under the weight of his body as he found himself crawling on top of her. His hands were gentle as they roamed across her skin once he removed his gloves. He was gentle, as though he might break her with his touch, and his movements were slow and deliberate until they reached between her legs.<br/>
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He hung his head, the feeling of the softness a touch he had not felt in months. Now was his chance and yet – yet it felt so wrong.<br/>
“I cannot,” he said as though the voices were there in the room. “I cannot!”</div></span>