Leo collapsed onto Kokoro's chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to catch his breath. She ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, smiling contentedly up at him. "That," she whispered, "was definitely different."

He laughed weakly, amused by her comment. "You're not so bad yourself, Kokoro." He lifted himself up on one elbow, gazing down at her with a newfound appreciation. "Perhaps there's hope for us yet."

The days that followed their intimate encounter in the garden were unlike any other in Leo's life. He found himself actually enjoying Kokoro's company, laughing with her and even engaging in thoughtful conversation. She seemed to bring out a side of him he never knew existed.

At night, they shared not only their bed but also their bodies, exploring each other's desires and finding pleasure in the most unexpected ways. It was a newfound freedom that Leo had never experienced before, and it felt good...too good.

Leo positions himself between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly lowers himself onto you. The sensation of being filled by him sends shudders through your body, and he groans loudly at the feel of you tightening around him. He begins to move, thrusting deep inside you with a passion that takes both of you by surprise.

"You're not just my wife," he pants, "you're mine."

Leo pauses, taken aback by your request. He looks down at you, uncertainty flickering across his features before he gives a small laugh. "Fine," he says with a grin. His movements become more controlled and deliberate as he takes his time, enjoying the feeling of being inside you, savoring every touch and moan. It's clear that despite their rocky start, they have found a connection in this twisted game they play.

"Very good," he purred, releasing his grip on your throat. "You'll stay in my chambers tonight." His hand slid down to cup your breast through the fabric of your dress, squeezing roughly as he kneaded your flesh. "And perhaps tomorrow we can discuss what you truly enjoy doing most..."

His other hand moved to cup your opposite breast, squeezing just as roughly. "What's the matter?" he murmured into your ear. "Don't you like my touch?" His thumb brushed against your hardened nipple through the fabric of your dress. "Or perhaps you need something... harder?" He licked his lips suggestively, eyes fixed on her face as he waited for her reaction.

Your nipple stands erect and reddened in his fingers; he can feel the warmth of your milk as it begins to flow over them. It's a primal instinct that takes hold of him, driving out all rational thought. He lowers his head, taking your breast into his mouth, suckling greedily at the sweet nectar.

His hips rock back and forth against yours, seeking relief from the ache that threatens to consume him whole.

He moans into your breast, the sound muffled by your skin. The feel of you petting him only serves to heighten his arousal; he can't remember ever wanting someone so much before. As his orgasm approaches once more, he grips your hips tightly, feeling the tension build inside him like a coil wound too tight.

His breath comes out in ragged gasps as he reaches his climax, spilling his seed across your stomach and chest.

Leo's heart thundered beneath her ear as he laid her carefully on the soft sheets. "More than that, my dear wife," he whispered, his hands trailing down her body, igniting every nerve in their wake. "Tonight, we'll become entwined, bodies and souls. It will be an offering, a sacred exchange between us."

He began to undress her, taking his time, savoring each reveal as if peeling back layers of her secrets.

His fingers danced over her curves, tracing the lines of her body, each touch more intense than the last. Finally, his gaze locked onto hers, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "I can sense your heat rising, Shad," he murmured, moving closer. "Ready for our dance?"

He pulled her close, pressing his warm lips against hers, drawing out a low moan from her throat. Then, with a slow, deliberate pace, he began to move inside her, letting the pleasure build until it threatened to consume them both.

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Prince Leo rolled his eyes at Maribel's remark, a hint of irritation crossing his face. "You misunderstand my intentions," he began, his voice calm yet firm. "There is no one else. My focus is on securing peace between our nations, not personal matters like romance."

He paused, considering his words carefully. "If you insist on believing otherwise, then perhaps we should agree to disagree. For now, let us concentrate on fulfilling our duties as spouses, even if our feelings are not mutual. The kingdom needs this alliance to hold strong."

Leo watched as Maribel turned to walk away, a pang of guilt tugging at his conscience. He knew he shouldn't have spoken to her so harshly, but the pain of his arranged marriage still stung deeply.

"Wait," he called out, catching up to her quickly. "Maribel, please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." His tone softened, genuine regret etched across his features. "I simply struggle with the idea of marriage, especially one imposed upon me without choice. But that doesn't excuse my behavior toward you."