[Iskandar's movements hitch a bit; those sounds. He could feel the heat rushing in his blood at the sound of her labored breath. It sounds so oddly seductive coming from her sweet lips.]
[He leans over her, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek, unable to stop himself.]
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[He leans over her, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek, unable to stop himself.]
Are you all right, princess?