“You are to be my wife. My queen.”
“Yeah, but that’s just for convenience, right?” I mumble, staring at the floor. “I’m sure Hell’s full of hotter, skinnier options.”
The words sting more than I want to admit. The idea of him with someone else is irrationally annoying. Even if this whole thing is just mutually convenient, the thought of him touching another woman has me yet again questioning my sanity.
“And I’m sure you’ll have men visiting your chamber also.” He replies, grinding out the words.
I glance up, startled by his tone. I fight back my smile as I see how much his jaw’s clenched. “I don’t think so.” I say, shaking my head.
“No? And why’s that?”
“Because… well, before Ethan I was?—”
“A virgin. Yes. I’m aware.” He responds, cutting me off.
A blush creeps up my cheeks. “Yeah. I was waiting to have sex. I’m not sure what I was waiting for, maybe I just didn’t wantmy first time to be with him. But I guess that choice was taken away from me.”
I look down, chewing my lip in shame. He gently places his thumb under my chin, lifting my gaze as his forefinger rests just below my lower lip.
“He may have taken your virginity, Daisy. But that doesn’t mean he’s taken away your first time.”
“What do you mean? Of course he has.” I say, tears welling as I try to tear away my gaze. He doesn’t let me, instead he grips my chin harder, forcing me to stay looking at him.
“No. He raped you... But rape isn’t your first time making love. You still have your chance to do that. It also wasn’t your first time having filthy, pleasurable sex. You still have your chance to do that too. He may have taken your virginity, little flower, but he didn’t take away your first time for everything.”
I smile softly through the warm tears sliding down my cheeks. His words sink in, healing a part of me I’d grown used to feeling cracked.
“I wouldn’t know what to do anyway. The idea of it all scares me for some stupid reason. He was even my first kiss.”
I don’t know why I’m admitting this. But the way Korithax is currently looking at me makes me feel safe.
He raises a brow. “Gods. So you’ve probably not even been kissed properly.”
“What? Of course I have.” I frown.
He tilts my chin up, lowering his face until our lips almost touch and his smoky scent invades my senses. My breath catches, a warmth pooling low in my belly.
“Are you sure?” He whispers.
“I… I don’t know,” I stammer.
“Would you like to know, Daisy?”
Is the Prince of Hell asking if I’d like him to kiss me? Do I? The butterflies hammering through my stomach right now seemto want me to. The sensation building between my thighs that has me instinctively rubbing them together also seems to want me to.
I nod gently, biting my lip as nerves surge through my body.
He groans softly. “I need words, darling.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
His mouth brushes mine, tender and warm. I lean in, placing myself on my tiptoes and bracing my hands on his chest as he deepens the kiss. A low growl rumbles in his throat, his tongue parting my lips, exploring me with such intensity it makes the low heat in my stomach turn to bubbling lava. One hand fists my hair gently whilst the other glides down to my hip, gripping tightly. He tastes like whiskey and sin, like fire and spice. A soft moan escapes me as he pulls back, both of us softly panting. I instantly miss the warmth of his mouth against mine. Gods, he was right. I haven’t been kissed properly. Not like that.
Ethan used to just give me quick pecks on the mouth, or the occasionally sloppy kiss making our teeth clash if he was trying to push me to have sex with him. But that kiss was full of passion and an unspoken desperation from both of us. I stare up at him, the need in his eyes so apparent I nearly stumble as I notice they’re blown. Entirely black, utterly void of any white.
“Tell me, little flower. Is that how he kissed you?” He breathes, his chest still rising and falling quickly.
I shake my head, my thumb instinctively brushing over my swollen lips.
