Mikel gazed at the swan-like beautiful maiden sitting next to him with her tongue hesitantly stuck out.

She looked so vulnerable, which made her innocent and pure beauty even more enticing to the man.

Does she even realize the state in which she is in? He ran his fingers through his unruly golden hair and sighed lightly.

The girl was truly testing his patience.

The morning rays of the sun flitted through the carriage window and fell on her face and her lips which brought about a certain mesmerizing aura.

Mikel paused his actions, staring at the girl intently.

Contrary to what he had thought, her trembling rosy tender tongue did not have any shade on it.

Mikel, however, couldn't care less about it right now.

He leaned closer, without giving anything else another thought, and at the same time, Sylvia, sensing his closeness, pulled her tongue back into her mouth.

But that didn't stop the man.

He continued his actions and only stopped when his lips had completely sealed hers.

"Mmm," Sylvia was startled and her eyes sprung wide open, only to see that the man had his eyes closed.

Without giving her any warning, the devil's tongue intimately greeted hers as he started kissing her gently and deeply.

Every time his tongue touched hers, her nerves prickled, overloading with electricity.

A new and vague sensation spread through her body making her weak to his touch, as if her body had a mind of its own and wanted to melt in his arms.

Sylvia was even more shocked at this blatant betrayal by her own body.

She regained her senses and pushed back the despicable devil with all the force that she could muster.

Mikel stopped. His lips glistened, as he licked it with a serious expression on his face, looking at the indignant girl.

"Didn't like my kiss?" He asked, a subtle smirk hidden in his voice.

Sylvia fidgeted with her hands in frustration as she looked down. What was she supposed to answer to this question?

Of course, she didn't like it!

Her body might answer differently but she didn't like it and she was stubbornly sure about it.

"Heh. Too bad for you then." Mikel chuckled.

Though his face looked smug and arrogant, a faint rosy hue was unmistakably floating on his high sculpted cheek bones.

And much to Sylvia's dismay, he added. "You might want to get used to them."

Sylvia immediately stiffened, and her eyes shot back at the man conveying the feelings in her heart.

"You promised me." She said, slowly, word for word.

The man had clearly declared that he was not interested in her sexually. So what was this now?

"Heh. Did I? I don't remember any such thing."

Mikel hummed, saying his words with a straight face and crossing his arms in front of him in a carefree manner.

Sylvia bit her lips and stared at the man as if she wanted to kill him right then and there.

Mikel returned her threatening angry gaze and asked. "So what if I did? I own you. You, your lips and your body. Do you want me to take you right here and now and prove it?"

His words shocked Sylvia for a second, as she stared at him blankly.

She then turned her head back down, looking at the carriage floor once again.

A bitter smile surfaced on her lips, as she quietly mumbled. "I apologize, your highness. I indeed belong to you. My body that is."

Mikel gazed at her intently, but he didn't respond to her words, which left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He saw the woman, eying the sadness in her soul, but his face remained as indifferent as ever.

"What do you mean, kitten? Are you telling me that no matter how many times I conquer your body, your heart won't belong to me?"

Sylvia trembled, but didn't answer.

"Heh. Aren't you a little too naive, my kitten. Why would I want your heart?"

"Don't think so highly of yourself. You are just a slave who I bought on a whim."

"And if it pleases me, I will take your body as many times as I want, even every single night till the rest of your pitiful life."

He taunted her, provoking her purposefully again and again.

"Yes, your highness," Sylvia replied this time. Her fists were tightly clenched, gripping her skirt till her knuckles turned white.

Mikel wordlessly stared at her again, observing even the smallest of her reactions.

The woman looked furious from head to toe and did nothing to hide it from him.

It seemed that this single kiss had worked wonders compared to the drawn-out archery show he had put on for her.

The man chuckled as he suddenly extended his hands and grabbed the woman by her waist.

He pulled her towards him, brashly and quickly, making her fall on his lap.

He then, reached forward and did the thing, which he had done so many times up until now.