色悠悠影院

She knew that the first time for women was not all that a great of an experience, as it was said to be painful. She thought that it was better for her that way, as it would eliminate the future possibility of her craving for more after one taste. So, she must never have sex with him again after this one time. She had agreed to allow him to continue living his usual lifestyle and it was already stated in the contract. Sooner or later, he might bed other women and she would not have a say in it.

The mere thought of it already had an awful effect on her so she was going to prepare for it as early as now. And the one of the first things she should do was to make sure to eliminate any possible intimacies that could lead to her wanting him or falling for him.

The sound of Sebastian's glass clinking against the side table sounded loud in the thick silence. Then she saw the ends of his lips curved up. "Just for tonight…" he echoed mysteriously, his eyes turning darker as he caressed her body with his burning gaze.

"Yes." Elle confirmed stiffly, never faltering despite the heat his smoldering gaze was causing. "And just once." Her voice trembled a little at the end, but she lifted her chin, not giving into her nervousness.

His smirk had his faint dimple appearing as he regarded her with a mysterious and amused look. But Elle did not budge from her stance. She stared back at him, showing him how serious she was with her decision.

"Fine," he lifted his long arms wide and rested them on top of the sofa's back. "As you wish, we'll consummate our marriage tonight. But that's only if you're ready."

"I am ready, Sebastian." The way she said it was as though she was ready to be sent to the gallows. Sebastian's lips curled up even more as he regarded her with much amusement.

"That's for me to decide, my little wench." His voice sounded rough yet deliciously dark as he told her. And Elle's eyes widened at the nickname he used on her. Her heartbeat stopped for a moment and her face burned red.

She had already prepared herself to hear such things as he had made it abundantly clear to her the first time that they met that he calls his women names. He had already called her 'bitch' before and honestly, she did not like it. She hated it, in fact. But this… she did not know why she could not quite describe the feeling she had at the moment. Did she hate it, or did she like it? It was a weird feeling.

After mentally berating herself for even questioning herself if she liked being called a wench, Elle sucked in a deep breath to calm herself. She told herself to just ignore his antics so they could get this over and done with quickly.

"Now princess… take that nasty night gown off." He ordered. "I want you completely bared for me."

Without hesitation, Elle tugged on the chiffon waist tie that she had knotted into a bow and her actions bared her front to him. Just with a tiny shrug, the night gown slipped off her milky white shoulders. When the soft and gauzy fabric pooled around her ankles, her heartbeat drummed loud in her ears. His eyes slowly caressed her every curve, and she could see something intense now flashing across his darkened gaze.

"On the bed, princess. Now." Came his second command and Elle slowly turned, taking one step at a time as she fought the urge to scramble onto the bed and dive beneath the sheets to hide herself. She could still fell his fiery gaze boring into her, following her every move.

Somehow, she managed to climb into bed at a normal pace. She sat not in the middle but at the far side and leaned against the headboard.

When she lifted her eyes and returned her gaze to him, he was still seated at his black sofa, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. She had noticed his room's lighting was not upgraded like the rooms in Eves palace so the lighting still gave off the feeling that they were back in the olden days. She wondered if it was because this prince does not use this room much, or perhaps they have protocols or rules not to modernize anything? Whatever the case, right now, Elle was glad the room was not brightly lit.

He finally stood from the sofa and as he approached the bed, Elle's heartbeat picked up the pace. She watched him come nearer and nearer to the bed. To her.

Stopping by the foot of the bed, he stood there, looking down at her. And his quiet and commanding voice echoed in the silence.

"Crawl towards me, princess."