Zayn wasn't sure what was softer — Celeste's voice or her chest.
She had taken his hands, placed them gently on her breasts, bit her lips and then made a noise that quite honestly made his brain stutter.
A soft, breathy sound that definitely didn't belong in polite society. Her lips brushed his ear.
"Even if you don't remember… I do. Every time you pinned me down, every time you made me scream."
Zayn blinked. "Wait… what?!"
Celeste gave a mischievous little smirk as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Oh, you weren't shy before. Not even a little."
He gulped.
The original Zayn had taken the first time of the princess eh?
'Sounds like things the author should have stated after the end!'
Up until now, he hadn't known that Zayn was this precious to the princess. He had just assumed that this was some background character, an extra that found himself dead within the first month.
But it was clear things were different.
