Leo gritted his teeth and nodded reluctantly, still not looking at you as he did so. "Fine," he growled out through clenched teeth. "But just... don't ever do that again." He said finally, glancing over at you before quickly averting his gaze once more.

With a deep breath, he climbed out of the carriage and strode towards the palace, trying to appear confident and in control despite the turmoil churning within him.

Leo turned away and frowned, trying his best not to let you see how much your words affected him. "I'm fine," he muttered under his breath, walking a little faster toward the bridal chamber. He knew that he couldn't escape this night, but maybe if he pretended like it didn't bother him...

As they approached the doors to their shared chambers, Leo paused and glanced back at you, a mix of anger and desire in his eyes. "Just... behave yourself tonight,"

The carriage continues to roll along the road, the sounds of merriment fading into the distance as they near the Crystal Palace. Prince Leo watches you carefully, his mind whirling with thoughts and desires. He can feel the power he has over you, the control that he holds with just a touch or a word. It's intoxicating.

Suddenly, an idea strikes him. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he leans in close, his mismatched eyes locked onto yours. "

"How about a little game?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "A game where you have to obey me, do whatever I say..." His free hand trails up your arm, stopping just below your shoulder. "And if you win... well, let's just say the loser will have to face some unpleasant consequences."

His gaze flickers downward, taking in your form once more. The urge to possess you, to claim you as his own, grows stronger with every passing second.

Leo panted heavily as he looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Please," he whispered hoarsely. His hands moved to grip the fabric of her dress, tugging it upward in a desperate attempt to feel her bare skin against his fingers. He wanted nothing more than to taste her, to have her completely under his control.

Their lips met again, this time with a frenzied urgency that left them both gasping for air.

Leo moaned as she pulled away again, his fingers digging deeper into her dress in frustration. His breath came in ragged gasps as he waited impatiently for her to continue their kiss. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, the word coming out more like a plea than an actual request. He knew she was in control now, and there was nothing he could do about it except submit to her will and hope that she would grant him what he so desperately craved.

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.

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 skipped a beat as he heard you say those words again. He felt a warmth spread through him, filling every corner of his soul. Looking into your eyes, he knew that this was real; that somehow, despite all the odds stacked against them, they had found something beautiful and true.

Slowly, he leaned in to press his lips against yours once more, more confident now than ever before. "I love you too," he whispered between kisses, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

Leo held you close, unable to believe that he had finally found happiness with someone who wasn't his father's choice. As they lay there together, their bodies still sore and exhausted from the passionate lovemaking of earlier, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that their relationship would never be easy; their marriage was still a political tool for their countries. But with you by his side, he felt like anything was possible. And maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to make it work - together.