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My brain was telling me to react, to realize how weird all these fantasies were.

But my heart—and more than anything, the delicious sensations running through my body—were screaming at me not to stop whatever this was.

Panting and trembling with pleasure on that blanket, I couldn’t take my eyes off Aidan’s shimmering ones.

But after he came, so hot, showing me just how fucking sexy he’d look having an orgasm between my legs, he completely changed.

I felt him freeze, and he lowered his head without letting me see his face.

His short, sweaty hair fell over his eyelids, where his pale lashes fluttered nervously.

“Prince?” My voice came out a little hoarse as I stretched out my fingers, trying to sit up.

“Are you… regretting this?”

Even my determination shook, like I was really in front of the Prince of Frost himself.

Like my heart was about to split in two the moment I met his eyes full of disgust and revulsion.

My hand stayed suspended just inches from his face, hesitating