Annabel's eyes, like a pair of sapphires gleaming in the candlelight, gazed at me with both passion and innocent surrender.
"Leo..." she whispered, her voice trembling but sincere. The softness in the way she said my name seemed to momentarily erase all the palace intrigues, thrown struggles, and chains.
I gently laid her on the bed, every curve of her body becoming more pronounced in the candlelight. I spread her legs a bit more, my hands roaming over her hips, the warmth of her skin burning my palms.
I slowly pressed my penis against her vagina, pausing at the entrance, feeling her breath. Annabel's hands clung to my shoulders, her nails lightly digging into my skin.
"Leo... please,"
