Prince Acheron
He carried her to the bed and placed her down, immediately starting to unbutton her shirt. At the same time, Ara unstrapped his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He needed more of her, wanting to feel her flesh and taste her.
Ara stood up once her shirt was off and started to remove his shirt. She paused when she saw the necklace on his chest. Prince Acheron paused and looked at her eyes.
“I would never-”
“I want you to. Tell me what you want me to do,” Ara said, gazing back into his eyes.
“Lay down,” Prince Acheron said softly. “And if you want me to stop, tell me loudly and clearly.”
He hadn’t even thought about the collar and its implications in what he was doing. To be honest, he hadn’t thought he’d find himself in this situation at all, so he wanted to tread carefully. There was too much of a power imbalance, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.