"This… is a surprise."
The voice cut through the haze of his pleasure like a physical blow.
Ezra froze, his entire body seizing in panic. He knew that voice.
He knew who that was.
So, he didn't dare look.
His hand was still wrapped around his slick cock, his other finger-deep inside himself. He tried to yank them away, to scramble for cover, but his limbs felt locked in place.
'I'm going to get banished…no, worse, I'm going to get executed.'
Humiliation, hot and corrosive, flooded him.
"Ezra, please look at me." The tone was commanding, yet surprisingly gentle.
Shamefully, he turned his head.
The prince stood just inside the door, one hand still on the handle. His silhouette was broad and commanding against the dim light from the hallway.
But it was his eyes that Ezra focused on—bright, golden, and glowing faintly in the dark room, pinning Ezra to the spot.
Surprisingly, they weren't filled with disgust or mockery, as Ezra had braced for. No.
