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Touching the tender skin of her thighs thus making her squirm, Arthur lifted his eyes up to her and suddenly asked, “Are you a virgin?” 

Winifred's thighs shook at the intimacy of his question, she was so shocked to be asked such a thing right in the middle of such intimacy going on between them. At the expanse of his broad chest that was filling up her entire vision, she said “What?” 

“Your virginity. Do you still have it?” Arthur asked again without a hitch in his breath.

Winifred felt she should push him away. She felt like she had to put an end the confusing situation. She needed to set the boundaries between them and not give in to whatever game it was that he was playing. It wasn't supposed to be that hard, all she wanted was to be away from him, his kingdom, the so called beasts, this world. All she wanted was to be away from the 1700s she was in and back in the 2022 she was supposed to be in. She didn't want to feel this way; heavy, panting and all that, so lazy yet so awake and throbbing. 

But her mouth opened up and she found herself answering his question instead. “No," she said, without missing a beat even though it was a lie. 

She was lying because she didn't want to make him think he had something to take from her, if what they were thought in history classes was true then it meant that these people prioritized virginity in girls and women. So maybe, saying she was not one would make Arthur reduce whatever hold he had on her, maybe he would start to see her in a different light and just decide to let her go.

But then, his thumb moved in circles, hot and rough against her soft skin, as he says, “You’re lying.” 


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Meet Winifred.
A spoilt brat whose life has always been full of ease until things suddenly changed in a span of hours, she found out that she wasn't her father's daughter, fainted and then woke up only to find out that she wasn’t in the time zone she knew anymore, worst was she went way back in time when things were done in the traditional way and the law was especially unfavorable to women. A time when superstitions as she called them was the height of the day and the people believed in some beasts.

And even before she could settle or understand what was happening to her, things she never imagined started to happen to her. 

Meet Arthur.
He's known as the icy prince. He hates humans, he hates slave auctions but then he found himself buying one to please his father. What he didn't know was that he had bought one that had come from the future, one that didn't understand what submission or obedience was. And in the course of their back and forth, things started to happen.

Things that are forbidden and would never be accepted in their world.

Castles and the Beasts that live in them.

<p>"I'm not done." Arthur let out still standing very close to Winifred who remained perfectly still, not sure what he was doing yet simply letting him do it all. He reached out, stroking one of her golden locks and tucking it behind her ear. He did this without even touching her. Heat flooded her body.</p>

<p>His thumb pushed at the corner of her mouth as it had once before and this time she let her lips curl up. He banded an arm around her waist, and slammed his lips down on hers. His lips, when they met hers, curved in an echo and just like the previous time she parted for him, gasping at the heat of his breath in her mouth, fascinated by the taste of him. She was enjoying this too much, very much even, she couldn't help but wonder if it was simply because of Arthur or particularly how it's supposed to just feel generally.</p>

Fiesty Winifred.