[Leif's Chamber —Continuation—Leif's POV]
My jaw worked like I was chewing air. "…w-where will you… put your… cock…?" The word scraped out of my throat like broken glass, nearly choking me.
If there was ever a time to die, it was now. Please—let the ground swallow me, let the bed devour me, let me vanish into thin air. Anything but this humiliation.
Alvar tilted his head, his blue eyes sharp and unblinking. That faint curve of his lips made my stomach flip. "Yes," he said softly. "Tell me."
My throat went dry. My brain tried to buffer like a broken crystal ball with no mana left.
WHY am I the one giving a sex-ed lesson to the Grand Duke?! Someone mail me Wi-Fi. Someone mail me a search engine. Someone mail me gay porn—
"Aahh—!" The thought shattered into a helpless squeak as his palm slid down my stomach, warm, deliberate, tracing every trembling inch of skin.
"I… I mean—you know… places…" I stammered, writhing under his hand.
