"Aria," I said low, searching her face. "You're joking, right? This body—so fucking sexy—no way you've never had a boyfriend. No way someone hasn't already…"
She shook her head fast, more tears spilling, cheeks burning dark. "I'm not joking," she whispered, voice small and shaky. "I've never… let anyone. I'm supposed to stay pure."
I froze completely, cock throbbing against her entrance, shock hitting me like cold water. "Supposed to? What do you mean supposed to?"
She bit her lip hard, eyes dropping to where we almost joined, then back up to mine—vulnerable, ashamed, but honest.
"I'm… from a royal family," she said softly, like the words were heavy. "Back home. I've had a fiancé since I was little. Arranged. I was never allowed to… date or… anything. My first time is supposed to be with him. On our wedding night."
The words hung in the air, thick and unreal.
I stared at her, my hands still on her hips, cock pressed against her entrance, trying to process what she'd just said.
