The Royal Bedchamber
Prince He Sok and Princess Mari lay in bed, the silence of the early morning broken only by the soft snores of the Prince. Mari, however, was wide awake, her mind still reeling from the passion they had shared just hours before. She couldn’t believe how he had made her body tremble with pleasure, how he had taken control and left her breathless.
She smiled to herself, feeling content and satisfied. But as she stared at the canopy above their bed, her thoughts began to wander. What did this mean for their future? Would He Sok always be so passionate, so demanding? She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine at the thought.
Suddenly, He Sok stirred, rolling over to face her. His dark eyes met hers, and she saw a seriousness in his gaze that she hadn’t seen before.
“Mari,” he said, his voice low and intense. “I want a son.”
Mari blinked, taken aback by his sudden demand. “Excuse me?” she said, her voice laced with surprise. “It’s a little early for that, don’t you think?”
But He Sok shook his head, his expression unwavering. “No, I want a son now. I want to see you round with my child.”
Mari raised an eyebrow, her surprise turning to amusement. “Well, that’s very romantic of you. But I’m not a broodmare, He Sok. I’m your wife.”
He Sok grinned, his eyes twinkling. “Yes, and as my wife, you’ll do as I say.”
Mari rolled her eyes, unable to hide her amusement. “Oh, please. You’re not the boss of me.”
But He Sok didn’t seem deterred. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Oh, but I could be.”
Mari felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She tried to resist, but she couldn’t help the way her body reacted to his touch. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her weak in the knees.
He began to kiss her neck, his lips soft and gentle. She tried to resist, but it was no use. She was putty in his hands, and she knew it.
He began to undress her, his fingers deft and skilled. She moaned softly as he removed each piece of clothing, her body on fire with desire. She couldn’t help but respond to his touch, her body moving of its own accord.
He entered her, making her gasp with pleasure. He started to move, his pace slow and steady. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her.
They made love, their bodies moving in sync. Mari felt herself getting close to the edge, her breath coming in short gasps. He Sok sensed it and started to move faster, pushing her over the edge.
They both cried out, their bodies trembling with pleasure. He Sok collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy.
Mari looked at him, her eyes soft. “You’re a demanding man, He Sok.”
He Sok grinned, his eyes bright. “Yes, and you love it.”
Mari rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “Maybe. But don’t think you can always get your way.”
He Sok chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Oh, I know I can. You’re mine, Mari. And I’ll always get what I want.”
Mari smiled, her eyes shining. “We’ll see about that.”
They lay in bed, their bodies entwined. They were both exhausted, but they couldn’t help but smile at each other. They knew they had a long and passionate marriage ahead of them, and they were ready for whatever came their way.
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