“Sounds? Like me screaming for mercy while you plow into me?” “Devil’s bones, no! What is wrong with you?” I shrugged. “Those seem like the most likely sounds for a woman forced into a marriage bed.” “No, you should make sounds of pleasure.” “Because you are so damn charming that I fell for you in less than an hour? Won’t that seem a little—far-fetched?” “Women have fallen for me in less time. Men too. I am a prince. That makes me innately desirable.” My jaw dropped. “Men too?” “Would that displease you, if I’d been with men as well?”
