Secrets of Heat to Innocence

Prince Malcolm was as close to perfection as any man could possibly be. He was everything that a woman could dream of. He was wealthy, royal and gorgeous. His shiny black wavy hair hung past his shoulders and his gray eyes looked like they could caress a woman's soul. It did not matter what he wore because his naturally, well muscled body left little to the imagination. Being well over six and a half feet he was a commanding figure. As he walked into the pub, he felt the eyes of the women on him. None of that mattered to him, only one woman mattered. He had spent his entire life without the touch of any woman. The only woman that he would ever touch would be his wife and mate. The one woman chosen for him. Carmen Spane had it hard. Kidnapped by werewolf hunters, forced to sleep on the floor of a barn. The only time that she ate was when she managed to sneak away and get berries or whatever she managed to find. When a war broke out, instinct lead her to protect the werewolves. After saving the life of the Spane family, she was adopted. She was beautiful and innocent in every way. When she heard an inner voice saying, "mate" She had no idea what it meant or the new feelings of her body. When Malcolm kissed her, it started to not only unlock feelings, but memories of before she was kidnapped.   Malcolm Point of View Of all the battles that I had fought and all the times I had been injured. Nothing prepared me for the feelings that I was having now. Nothing had prepared me for having my beautiful mate naked beneath me. I thought that when this time came that I would know what to do. I thought I would know where to touch, but I wanted to touch everything. I wanted to please her. I did not want to fail. She was the woman that I was going to cherish and love forever. I am not embarrassed to say that part of me wanted to run away as fast as I could because I knew I was going to fail at this. She grabbed my hand and put it on her body. I felt her heat and desire. She moaned and I felt like I was loosing myself. I started to feel an embarrassing sensation that I was not ready for. I tried to focus on something else, but it was too late. I felt humiliation like I never had in my life.