For the curtains to be blown up into the air from one hard exhale from the nostrils.
He’s joking, right?
“A virgin? Yeah, okay. Sorry to say but that ship sailed long ago.” From my obnoxious outburst, Keller tenses next to me. “What?” I ask. “It’s true, and it’s not like they can turn me back into a virgin . . . right?” My voice dies as I look up at Katla and Theo. They exchange a worried glance between them as Keller shifts next to me. Uh . . . what do they know that I don’t know? “Wait, can you turn me back into a virgin?”
“No, dear, of course not,” Katla says. “I believe what Theo is trying to convey is that we would appreciate it if you two, as a couple, practice celibacy until your wedding night.”
“Celibacy?” I ask, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. “Like . . . no sex?”
Katla nods. “That would be the definition of celibacy.”
“But we sleep in the same room. Don’t you think that would be a touch hard?”
Hard . . . Keller is always hard.
Hard at night.
Hard in the morning.
Hard when I get out of the shower.
Hard when funnily enough I’m brushing my hair.
There’s no way we can be celibate, not with the virility running rampant through that man. Not to mention, I’m a rabid beast, frothing at the mouth, waiting for his next command. It’s positively impossible.
We are sex fiends!
I need his mouth.
His hands.
His rock-hard cock.
I need him penetrating me all the time.
Thrusting.
Pulsing!
I need to be spanked.
Told that I’m a naughty girl.
Choked! Oh God, he won’t be able to choke me. How will I ever live?
How the hell am I supposed to go on with my daily royal business knowing that when I retreat to my room at night, I won’t be held down by the throat while my man uses me as his own personal fuck toy?
Nope, it can’t happen.
I won’t be able to survive!
Theo leans forward and says, “We’re going to have Keller move into the sapphire room. As we speak the staff is collecting his items.”
Well, there’s a way to throw a wet blanket on a hard dick.
He’s serious.
Celibacy.
