The Royal Bedchamber was ablaze with the golden light of a thousand candles, casting long, flickering shadows on the opulent silk walls. Prince He Sok and Princess Mari entered, still dressed in their finery from the wedding ceremony. The heavy wooden door thudded shut behind them, and He Sok turned the key, locking it with a decisive click.
Mari raised an eyebrow at him, her full lips curling into a smirk. “Well, well, well, look who’s in a hurry.”
He Sok returned her gaze, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “A greedy prince, my dear. I’ve waited long enough for this moment.”
Mari laughed, a rich, throaty sound that made He Sok’s heart race. “Greedy, indeed. You’re insatiable, He Sok.”
He Sok didn’t deny it. He crossed the room in two long strides, closing the distance between them. He scooped Mari into his arms, her weight nothing to him. She squealed in surprise, her hands gripping his shoulders.
“You’re impossible,” she chided, but there was no heat in her words. She was playing along, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
He Sok carried her to the massive four-poster bed, its silk canopy embroidered with gold thread. He laid her down gently, his hands still lingering on her waist.
Mari looked up at him, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Well, aren’t you the gentleman?”
He Sok grinned, his teeth flashing white in the candlelight. “I can be, when I want to be.”
Mari sat up, her hands going to the laces on the back of her dress. “Well, hurry up then. I’m not going to undress myself.”
He Sok watched her for a moment, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts. His hands itched to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. But he held back, enjoying the show.
Mari noticed his gaze and laughed. “You’re as slow as a tortoise, He Sok.”
He Sok’s eyes snapped up to meet hers, a challenge in his gaze. “Am I?”
He moved then, quick as a striking snake. His fingers deftly undid the laces, his hands brushing against the soft skin of her back. Mari shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
He Sok’s hands lingered, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. Mari’s breath grew shallow, her eyes half-lidded with desire.
“You’re not so slow after all,” she murmured, her voice husky.
He Sok smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “I told you, I can be anything you want me to be, Mari.”
He slowly peeled the dress off her, his hands skimming over her curves. Mari’s breath hitched as he exposed more and more skin. She was down to her undergarments now, a delicate lace chemise and matching pantaloons.
He Sok’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her. “You’re beautiful, Mari.”
Mari blushed, her cheeks turning a soft pink. “You’re not so bad yourself, He Sok.”
He Sok chuckled, his hands going to the ties on her chemise. “I’m glad you think so.”
He undid the ties, his hands sliding the chemise off her shoulders. Mari’s breasts were bared to him, her nipples hard and sensitive. He Sok couldn’t resist, his head dipping down to take one into his mouth.
Mari gasped, her back arching off the bed. He Sok’s hands went to her pantaloons, tugging them down her legs. Mari was completely naked now, her body bared to him.
He Sok stood, his eyes raking over her. Mari felt self-conscious under his gaze, but there was no judgment in his eyes, only desire.
He Sok began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate. Mari watched him, her eyes tracing the lines of his body. He was a sight to behold, his muscles rippling under his skin.
He Sok was down to his undergarments now, his erection straining against the fabric. Mari’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of him.
He Sok grinned, his eyes dark with desire. “Like what you see, Mari?”
Mari nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”
He Sok moved then, his body covering hers. Mari gasped as she felt his warmth, his hardness pressing against her.
He Sok’s hands went to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Mari moaned, her back arching off the bed.
He Sok’s mouth found hers, his lips crushing against hers. Mari responded, her tongue meeting his in a passionate dance.
He Sok’s hands went lower, his fingers finding the slick heat between her legs. Mari moaned, her legs spreading wider.
He Sok began to pleasure her, his fingers moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Mari’s breath grew shallow, her body writhing beneath him.
She was close, so close. But He Sok stopped, his fingers withdrawing. Mari looked at him, her eyes wide with confusion.
He Sok smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “Not yet, Mari.”
Mari pouted, her body still aching with need. “Please, He Sok.”
He Sok’s eyes softened, his fingers returning to her. “As you wish, my love.”
He pleasured her again, his fingers moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Mari’s breath grew shallow, her body writhing beneath him.
She reached her first orgasm, her back arching off the bed. He Sok didn’t stop, continuing to pleasure her. Mari reached her second orgasm, her breath coming in short gasps.
He Sok still wasn’t satisfied, his own desire building. Mari, exhausted but still aroused, encouraged him to take his own pleasure.
He Sok reached his own orgasm, collapsing onto the bed next to Mari. Mari, still in control, playfully insulted him for being so insatiable.
He Sok, spent but still smirking, promised to satisfy her desires. The two lovers fell asleep, tangled in each other’s arms, their bodies sated and satisfied.
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