I could have denied him. I could have pushed him from my room, or slept on a cot. Certainly, if it were still my first day, I would have refused. Things had changed though. I had changed, and now I saw the world before me in an entirely different light.
And there was the way he looked at me. Desire was written so clearly across his face. Everything about the prince pleaded with me. He was starving, and I was food. He was drowning, and I was air. Would I leave him to his fate?
And, maybe, I was still upset about Minerva sending me away.
"Yes," I answered.
And then he was on me, like a wolf on its prey. His kisses ran everywhere: my mouth, my chin, my jaw, my neck. His hands, rough and strong, pulled off my blouse and apron, they wrapped around my waist and lifted me into the air.
I ho
