Beast by Benjamin Law

She couldn’t sleep. She watched her sleeping prince, completely naked bar the sheets that wrapped his muscled waist. She knew he was a handsome man. Everyone thought so. Chiselled jaw, piercing eyes, and that smile. But still, she could not get that night out of her head. When he was still a beast, and they had consumated their desires. They had not kissed; it had only been sex, animal and base. Because it wasn’t love—just bestial desire—his transformation had not taken place then. She was a virgin too. Her first time. And with an animal. Nothing had compared to it.