~Elara~
Before Atticus asked, I forgot that I’m technically a virgin. In my old life, I only slept with Caspian. Hundreds of times over the ten years we were together, none of them particularly outstanding. The first time was the night of our mating ceremony, this very night, and he had too much to drink at the reception that followed the ceremony. He wasn’t as patient as he could have been, and afterwards, I cried from the pain while he rolled over and went to sleep.
Something tells me the first time with Atticus is going to be very different.
My breath catches as he says he wants to see what’s under my dress, but it’s not out of fear. My heart races from the desire burning in his eyes, the same look he had when he kissed me the other night and set my body on fire. How much more will I
