He moved behind me, with a studious air at first, before he drew me close to his warmth, and lifted the hem of my chemise, his hand seeking the space between my legs. An intense waves of shame and desire swept over me as his fingers dipped into me and stroked my folds, brushing across a spot of such particularly intense feeling that my body jerked against him. “Oh!”
“That is the little bud of your desire,” he said, continuing to caress me there as warm waves coursed over me. “Although there are many parts of you that will bring pleasure, I will be getting particularly acquainted with this little bit of you. Now you see why we had to remove your hair there. Nothing should stand between my hand and this spot.”
This was the place that throbbed when I imagined handsome men whisking me away into a more exciting life, but I had never know it could explode with such feeling as his hand carefully worked up and down.
“You’ll find that everything else becomes more pleasurable once you’ve been stimulated here. So when I fuck you—as I soon will—you’ll be quite eager for it.”
The more he touched me there, the more I began to feel as if I needed that touch, so I could almost believe him.
His other hand tugged at the strings of my corset. “I believe you are more than ready to be set free of this thing.”
“Yes…please, my lord.”
“You don’t have to call me that,” he said. “Just Augustus.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It was proper of you. But I prefer to allow you a little informality…in certain ways. Where I can.”
One of his hands slowly worked the knots of the laces free while the other kept stroking my slit, the chemise bunched around his hand. My breath caught desperately around the tight boning of the corset. He couldn’t get it off me fast enough. In fact, he seemed to go very slowly.
“After my father died, my grandfather was somewhat neglectful of children,” he said. “So I was older than I should have been when he sat me down and told me that someday I would have a queen, and what I would have to do to my queen.”
“Oh…?”
“I thought it might be a hard job,” he said. “I have grown up playing with my lady cousins. I couldn’t imagine taking them into the bed chamber and mastering them this way. I wondered how I could possibly be convincing. Am I convincing, Rose?”
“My goodness, very convincing,” I gasped.
“But when I saw you…my heart seemed to know from the start that you were mine. I never thought I would enjoy this so very much.”
“I don’t believe that you ever thought you wouldn’t enjoy it…”
“That is true,” he said. “History was rewritten the moment I laid eyes on you. I was no longer nervous. I always wanted you this way.”
Julia said he had never paid attention to any woman before me. My mind wanted to resist my position, but the heart of it, the surrender to him…I wanted that. I wanted to know I was the only woman he had ever wanted to possess and suddenly I felt a genuine desire to live up to my role. “Augustus…”
“Things we wait so long for don’t often live up to the promise so well.” He peeled the corset away from my skin.
When Princess Marie Rose was born, a faery witch laid a curse upon her: she would prick her finger on a spindle at the age of sixteen and fall into a long sleep. Her parents destroyed every spindle in the kingdom. Her sixteenth birthday has safely come and gone. But no one will marry the cursed princess…except one. An unusual offer comes from the handsome, reserved faery prince of the Palace of the Sun.
There is no privacy in this palace. The life of the royal family is a carefully choreographed theater. Everyone has a role to play. Princess Rose is protected every moment—but the price of this protection is complete surrender.
Now she is the corseted and gilded possession of Prince Augustus, subject to his every order and desire. No human has ever taken on this role before and her very appearance is a scandal. There is no such thing as a private moment, no matter what is asked of her, and the faery court is waiting for this lovely human girl to make a mistake.
Why did Prince Augustus choose a cursed girl? The witch still follows her every move, and plans to use the princess to destroy the kingdom. But Rose has more power than she knows. First she’ll have to learn when to play the rules...and when to break them.
Prisoner of Silk is a very steamy and sensual retelling of Sleeping Beauty takes place in the Fairy Tale Heat universe and is inspired by the life of Marie Antoinette. Naughty, decadent and full of surprises, it will have a happier ending. Watch for it in July!
More Romantic Fantasy from Lidiya!
Fairy Tale Heat
Every book is standalone and can be read in any order, although some characters might pop up in later books!
Book One: Beauty and the Goblin King
Book Two: These Wicked Revels (A retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses)
Book Three: Rapunzel and the Dark Prince
Book Four: The Beggar Princess (A retelling of King Thrushbeard)
Book Five: The Goblin Cinderella
Book Six: The Mermaid Bride
Book Seven: Tasting Gretel
Book Eight: Taming Red Riding Hood
Guardians of Sky and Shadow
Book One: Priestess Awakened
Book Two: Priestess Bound
Book Three: Priestess Unleashed
Paranormal Romance
Tempted by Demons
About the Author
Lidiya Foxglove spends most of her time writing, drinking hot cocoa, messing around on the internet, and drinking tea, before reading about 15 pages of any manga with lots of pretty boys in it, and then falling asleep. Sometimes she also does yoga and gardens, but not as often as she claims.
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