She trembled, her nude body racking as the candles burned ominously around her in the small tent. She whimpered, shuddering, her body weak from the spell cast on her, her thin limbs tired and heavy.

She felt his large, warm hand trace delicately over her soft skin, moving from her shoulder down her arm, then towards her chest while she shuddered. His hand moved past her breast, downwards to her flat stomach and wandering downwards.

"Little princess..." he murmured appreciatively, tracing the curls of her body with his calloused fingers, "You're exquisite."

She trembled further with his words and intense, predatory gaze. She opened one eye to look at the man above her, the dangerously handsome prince with piercing blue eyes and menacing sneer marked with lust. He had taken his armor off to reveal a tight black sweater underneath, his rippling muscles apparent through the thin silk.

He hovered over her when she lay on a slab of stone, like an altar in a huge cylindrical room where he'd arranged to have her placed.

"Serenity..." he said softly, his hand coming up to trace her silky smooth cheek while she tremored beneath him, noting the fear in her eyes, "Did you think that I wouldn't take my prize?"

Her eyes flew open when he ducked his head and pursed his hot lips around her nipple, crying out.

He put his hands on her wrists on either side of her, holding them away from her chest as he feasted.

"When you offered yourself for your people," he murmured, pausing to suck gingerly on her quickly hardening nub, "I was more than pleased."

He bit her now rock hard nipple and licked it to mend the hurt.

"I'd rather have you," he said, dragging his tongue over her breast now repeatedly, "Than to have your entire village."

She could barely hear him, her mouth opened in a silent plea as her breasts heaved, the intimacy making her mind blank with wonder and fear.

"You are going to please me so," he said, sucking more viciously now, pausing only to speak, "And I you."

With that, he released her wrist only to place his hand between her legs and cup her secret place.

She cried out, her legs bunching together at the intrusion.

"Princess," he growled, sucking savagely on her breast as his hand moved between her legs, roughly rubbing on her secret place with a dark promise of what was to come, "You're mine."

"Endy... Endymion!" she finally spoke, "Wait please!"

He ground his hand harder against her secret place.

Her entire body lurched upwards, struggling while he rubbed enticingly on her.

He finally released his nipple from his mouth with a pop, the tiny nub hard and wet.

"Has anyone touched you?"

His hand between her legs paused as he let her breathe deeply, as he let her mind wander back into focus.

"N... no..." she whispered.

"You were betrothed, no?" he said, dark eyes curious.

"Y... yes," she said, "But we never..."

The side of his lips curled into a smirk.

"Do you love him?"

She found the question laughable, as she lay naked like a sacrifice for this ferocious man she barely knew, talking about her feelings.

A tear came to her eye. Yes, her betrothed. She was to be wed to the young merchant in the spring. He had come to the village two years prior. Her mother was quick to select him for her, and in the last months she had gone with him when chaperoned to their village festivals, and he had visited her home to speak with her mother. He was handsome, honest, friendly. Even though they'd only known each other a short time, she felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach when he was near.

"Yes," she admitted.

"What's his name?" he said.

"Benjamin," she whispered.

His hand between her legs moved again, this time smoothing over one of her thin thighs as he placed his other one on the other leg. Then he began to spread them apart.

"Well, Serenity," he said, his voice a low drawl, "I'm going to make you forget all about Benjamin."

"But I..." she said, panicking, "Endymion-"

"By the end of the night," he said darkly, "You'll only know my name."

She tried to peer down, raising her neck but his magic on her still kept her weak and feeble. She panicked, trying to move her body, to close her legs. But his hands held them apart, gentle but firm.

"You're mine."

His head fell in between her legs.

And she felt his long, thick tongue enter her, where nothing had ever gone before.

"Endymiooooooooon!"