His gaze slowly tracks down my body. I shudder. Lust ignites in his eyes. The only sound is the frantic thumping of my heart. Deep in the back of my mind, I have been dreading this moment all day.
“Please don’t,” I croak.
Suddenly I’m on the bed, bouncing a little from being thrown. He is looming over me, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His pale hair falls over us, creating a little world where only the two of us exist.
“Never show weakness, little pet,” he growls. “This place is a nest of vipers, and they will strike if you show your belly.”
His eyes are wide and dark. Strangely, he looks more human like this. His dilated pupils seem round now, instead of slitted.
I nod helplessly. My mouth is far too dry to talk. I don’t really understand what he is talking about. Everyone has already seen how pathetic I am.
He sighs again, as if I am the most exasperating person he has ever had the misfortune of meeting. “I will not ravish you. It takes time to learn to be a pet.”
Is he telling the truth? I can’t tell. Though there is no reason for him to lie. It is hardly as if I can stop him from doing anything that he wants. He has no need to trick me.
“You need to learn that pleasure does not come from here.” His cold fingers dance over my flaccid cock, and I suck in a shuddering breath.
He pushes my thighs apart, and I don’t do a single thing to resist him.
“Your pleasure comes only from here.” His fingers move lower and trace around my hole.
A strange whimper pours out of me. It sounds more like a noise a wounded animal would make, not a fully grown man.
“I’ve never,” I whisper.
“Never what?”
I stare up at him. Despite everything, I’m still embarrassed to say the words.
“Never anything. I’m a virgin.”
His brows knit together. He looks confused. “You are not a child.”
What the hell is he on about? Obviously I’m not a child. He is looking at my very naked body.
“I am a virgin,” I repeat slowly and carefully.
He continues to stare at me intensely, as if I’m some baffling puzzle he cannot decipher. The air between us continues to thicken and I swear the light dims.
Eventually, he lifts one hand up and taps his pretty silver earring.
“The translator is only finding the word child. What does your word mean?”
I stare back at him. He gets a pretty earring while I get thread? I know he is a prince and I’m a captive, but it isstill unfair. And that injustice aside, the knowledge that the magic is fallible is strangely disconcerting. It should be fantastic news. If the fey are not as perfect as they seem, it means my escape is more likely.
He gives me an impatient look and I hurry to obey his command.
“It means an adult who has never had sex.” Is the best I can come up with.
“An adult who has never had sex?” he repeats and this time his delicate eyebrows nearly disappear into his hairline. He looks utterly dumbfounded.
My embarrassment grows and blooms. It spreads across my body in a mortifying pink flush. Clear for him to see.
“Are you defective?” he asks.
What the fuck? That’s where his mind goes?
“No!” I protest. “I…I just wanted to wait until I was in love.”
