Third Person's POV
But his cold and clear words suddenly broke through her lewd stupor like a splash of ice water.
She managed to turn her head towards him, her ocean-blue eyes wide and shimmering with sudden hurt.
Her face, which was already flushed from exertion and heat, deepened to a crimson shade of shame.
"W-What are you saying...?" she whispered with her voice thin and trembling, barely audible over their ragged breathing.
"I... I am not a whore..."
As the last word left her lips, a tear escaped her eye and traced a clean path through the sweat on her cheek to her chin.
And the sight of those genuine tears made Ethan's smug smile freeze and vanish in an instant.
A sudden realization struck him that this innocent and sheltered noble girl had taken his crude taunt and his attempt to start a lustful play to heart.
He was her first man, and she was still navigating the turbulent waters of her own desire in such a vulnerable and raw fashion already.
