The Cursed Prince

Clara chuckled at his compliment, calling her amazing and all. She was flattered because she could tell Edgar was sincere with his words. He was not Gewen who was highly skilled to speak sweet words at all times to seduce women.

Edgar only spoke as a matter of factly, and that's what she loved about him.

"I think you are amazing too," she told him after they ended the kiss. Both locked eyes with smiles on their faces.

"Oh, Clara, what should I do with you," Edgar muttered to himself. 

"Why? Do you not like it?" she smiled sheepishly, still feeling euphoria from the kiss they had earlier. He was her first in everything and she was happy that this her first experience kissing with a man was really nice.

After their first kiss in Wintermere after Edgar proposed to her, Clara often thought about it and imagine about their next kiss. Now that they had been kissing often, she was eager to know what it was like to go further with him.

Alas! He was such a gentleman who was thinking of doing it after they got married. And what's made him more sweet was the reason for him to hold back. He didn't want Clara to get pregnant so soon and couldn't fit into her wedding dress.

So, sweet! Too sweet!

This didn't match his manly appearance at all. Edgar was a tall and burly man with a rough exterior. He had many scars on his body that he acquired from battles, hir brown hair was messy at times.

His palm was rough when he touched her skin and it made her ticklish. However, his green eyes were always looked calm and especially gentle when they look at her. He also never raised his voice to her. 

This made Clara wonder if her future husband was rough in bed, or gentle? Would he treat her with sweetness, or let his animal side out and devoured her to his heart's content?

Suddenly her face flushed red. Gosh... she listened to too much from her mother's friends. Before she was sent to go to Draec with Edgar, Lady Langley thought it would be beneficial to give Clara knowledge on sex education.

However, she was embarrassed to do it by herself. So, she invited her friends, who all shared their own experiences, and gave some advice to the young lady.

Throughout tea time, listening to those middle-aged noblewomen talked about their sexual experiences made Clara so embarrassed. Her face was beet red.

However, she understood that it was important. So, she took in all the information as much as she could. Her mother was red-faced too, but she was relieved that, at least, she didn't have to talk about her own experience in teaching Clara, she could let her friends do it.

Imagine, how awkward their next family dinner would be if Lady Langley had a sit down with her daughter and talked to her about her parents' intimacy. Ahem. Even though Lady Langley liked to call herself progressive, she was not THAT progressive.

So, from the information she gathered so far, Clara could take some insight that men could act like an animal in bed. Some of them even bite!

"If you are into it, it's so hot," said Countess Morose with a wink. "I love it if my husband bites my nape and my nipples. It turns him on so much, and it feels great too!"

Clara spouted her tea and quickly apologized for her rudeness. Her face had become purple at this point from blushing too much. She knew Count Morose and thought the man was very proper. He was always impeccably dressed, soft-spoken, and very polite.

Who would have thought he behaved like an animal in bed!

"Oh, all men are animals in bed," another lady chuckled. "But it depends on the animal. Are they cuddly like a dog, have amazing stamina like a stud, some scratch like a cat... Well, my husband is a stallion for sure!"

The ladies all laughed heartily at that statement, while Clara pretended she was wiping her dress from the spilled tea.

Edgar realized his fiancee's mind was straying elsewhere and suddenly her face was beet red. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, wondering what was going on in that beautiful head.

"What are you thinking?" He whispered to her ear.

His breath on her ear made Clara squirm slightly.  She was instantly moved from her reverie.

The beautiful woman batted her lashes adorably and bit her lip, feeling very embarrassed by the lewd thoughts she had just now. Why was she thinking about those ladies' words at this moment?

"I was just thinking what kind of animal you are in bed—" She instantly pressed her lips and her eyes bulged after those words left her mouth. "Oh no... that's not what I... That's not..."

Oh, my gods... how could she salvage this situation? Clara wished the earth was opened and she could bury herself to hide her embarrassment. 

Edgar must be shocked that such a young lady, a prim and proper one at that, uttered such words!

"Animal?" Edgar raised his brows and looked at Clara with a playful glint in his eyes. "What makes you think about what  kind of animal I am in bed?"

He was pleasantly surprised to know more new things about Clara. She was young and inexperienced but obviously had such high curiosity. When they spent one month on the road together, they talked a lot about many things.

She asked him questions and he answered them to the best of his knowledge. He was happy because she was a curious soul and was always willing to learn new things.

However, they never talked about anything indecent before. This was the first time. And oh, she looked so adorable when she did it.

This question of hers made Edgar think too. What kind of animal would she be in bed? Would she be playful and sexy like a cat? Or would she be cuddly and warm like a dog? Would she scratch or bite?

She was an elegant and demure woman, but who knew what was hiding behind this beautiful face and calm countenance once she was lying naked in bed, under him and he made her scream with pleasure?

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From Missrealitybites:

Aww.. sorry for teasing you a little bit with their banter. We will get to the snusnu at the right moment. I am having fun with letting Edgar get to know his bride more.

I think he deserves it after being a loyal friend to our main characters for 700 chapters and not once trying to take the spotlight.

Btw, what kind of animal are you in bed? Me? I am a koala. You can find out the answer in the comment section. XD

Quiz:

What kind of animal do you think Edgar would be in bed?

1. A strong stallion 

2. A gentle cat

PS: Thank you so much for your constant support for "The Cursed Prince" and especially for voting your golden tickets in November to this book. I would like to give my special thank you to the Top 3 golden ticket supporters: Maude Fluckiger, Harriet Moskowitz, and Kelly Goodwin.

To everyone who has sent golden tickets, power stones, writing comments and reviews, THANK YOU so much!

If you wish to support me, would you be so kind as to send your golden tickets to my new werewolf book <The King's Wife Is The Alpha's Mate>?

I will give some mass releases for The Cursed Prince to show my gratitude for your support. I really want to end this volume as soon as possible and continue with Harlow's story.

I'm sorry, the book has a mind of its own and I feel like I have to do Edgar and Gewen justice in their love lives before we can fast forward the story to 17 years later.