He stopped, inhaling deeply, and I opened my eyes, remaining still, listening to him quietly.
“You slept with that married princess?” I asked cautiously, and he sighed.
“Well, you made it easy for me,” he said.
I shifted to sit beside him and held his hand.“Did she force you?”
He furrowed his brows.“I wasn’t mature enough to understand what was forcing. But she was attractive; she would call me inside when changing, like asking me to help her tie her blouse, and do similar things. The prince was outside for a tour or a visit. They used to live alone in this small state, under a bigger kingdom.”
I nodded.“Oh, then?”
He smiled slightly at my response.
“Then, one day, she asked me to strip naked for her, as if it were some prize. I felt bad, but she argued that I had seen most of her, so I should show myself. That day, she laid me under her, and it happened. She rode me. When it happened a few times, I tried to ask why she was doing it. Her husband was good. She said something that I didn’t know. She said she also loved her husband, but at a certain age, love fades, and things come down to needs. The husband wants a wife to run the home, and the wife wants her husband to do the outside work. And she said that her husband couldn’t satisfy her,” he intoned, and my lips curved into the slightest of smiles.
“Well, don’t worry; I wouldn’t want our first time to be like that; me riding you.”
He let out a chuckle.“That wasn’t the moral of the story,” he said, looking at me as I furrowed my brows.
“It wasn’t?” I asked, tilting my head.
He shook his head.“No, it was not.”
I smiled as he held my hand and continued.“I’m afraid I wouldn’t make a good husband. The girl I liked called me a manwhore, and you deserve better, Suman, seriously,”
I lowered my gaze to our intertwined hands and brought his hand closer to my cheeks.
“With my experience, I know what a man’s touch is, and I can bet your touch is something that doesn’t exist in any other man. You might convince me to marry someone else, but there’s no guarantee that I wouldn’t be afraid of his touch. Don’t worry; I don’t want to stay with you if you don’t want to,” I muttered, and he immediately pulled me closer, shaking his head.
“It’s not like that,”
He shifted slightly, pulling his legs up, and I couldn’t help but slide into his lap, spreading my legs apart.
My breathing quickened at the position.
“Then why do you want to push me away?” I asked.
“Because you deserve someone better.”
I gulped and cupped his cheek, saying,“I just want to ask you one thing.”
“Anything.”
“Will you leave me for any other woman?”
“Not even on my deathbed,”
That was it.
“Then I choose you, no matter the consequences,” I murmured, and he immediately wrapped his arms around me, flipping me onto the bed in a swift motion.
My eyes widened in shock, and he brought his lips dangerously closer to mine in a mere moment.
“I’ve never kissed anyone. Do you want to take the lead?” he asked, and I gulped nervously.
“Me?” I questioned, and he nodded.
I sucked my lip.“I think I have bad breath,” I stuttered.
