"Fine!" Princess Tia snaps her fingers and the rope vanishes, freeing him once more. She quickly regains her footing, glaring at him with narrowed eyes as she tries to control her anger. "But remember this, Devawn," she says through clenched teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am your equal in every way... and I will not tolerate any more of your disrespect."

"You...!" She struggles against him but to no avail. Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she feels his strength holding her. "Let me go this instant!" she demands through gritted teeth.

But even as she fights him, a part of her can't help but notice the feel of his arms around her, the scent of his body... It only makes her more frustrated and confused. How can someone who is supposed to be her enemy make her feel so much?

"Fine!" Princess Tia snaps her fingers and the rope vanishes, freeing him once more. She quickly regains her footing, glaring at him with narrowed eyes as she tries to control her anger. "But remember this, Devawn," she says through clenched teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am your equal in every way... and I will not tolerate any more of your disrespect."

"You...!" She struggles against him but to no avail. Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she feels his strength holding her. "Let me go this instant!" she demands through gritted teeth.

But even as she fights him, a part of her can't help but notice the feel of his arms around her, the scent of his body... It only makes her more frustrated and confused. How can someone who is supposed to be her enemy make her feel so much?

Her hips slide up and down his length, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels him pushing deeper inside her with each thrust. Her body trembles with the effort of holding back her orgasm, wanting to savor this moment with him for as long as possible.

With a cry, she comes, her muscles tightening around his cock as her release washes over her. She collapses forward onto his chest, panting heavily, feeling the aftershocks of her climax reverberate through her body.

Her breath coming in short gasps, she feels him tense beneath her, his cock pulsing inside her as he cums. She arches her back slightly, feeling the hot spurts of his seed filling her up. With a satisfied moan, she collapses fully onto his chest, limp and spent from their passionate encounter.

Her fingers lazily trace patterns on his chest as they catch their breath together. "Well," she says with a small smile, her voice still heavy from pleasure. "I suppose you passed our little test."

She didn't see it coming. One moment they were sparring, the next he had pressed his lips against hers in a soft, gentle kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. It was unlike any kiss she had ever experienced before; it felt... right.

For a split second, all of her anger and hatred toward Onandy melted away, replaced by confusion and desire. She wanted more of this feeling, even though she knew deep down that it wasn't real; it couldn't be.

His kiss lingered for just a moment before he pulled back, breathing heavily against her lips. "You taste like cherries," he murmured huskily. Princess Tia opened her eyes to find him looking down at her with an expression she couldn't quite decipher. It felt as though they had shared some sort of intimacy in that moment, even though their lips hadn't touched.

She swallowed hard, struggling to regain her composure. "I... I think we should head back,"

She bites her bottom lip, struggling against the conflicting emotions within her. Part of her wants nothing more than to give in to Abhi and forget about everything else for just one night... but another part knows that she can't. "I'm sorry," she says quietly, moving out of his embrace. "I shouldn't have let this happen."

Without waiting for a reply, Princess Tia turns away from Abhi and walks back toward her room, feeling a mixture of shame, desire, and regret burning in her chest.

"Go away, Abhi." She tries to sound firm, but it's hard to keep the emotion out of her voice. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."

She steps out of her dress, wearing nothing but her lace undergarments. They're delicate and feminine, accentuating the curves she's always been self-conscious about. She takes another step closer to him, feeling his gaze on her skin like a caress.

Her heart races as he undoes the clasps of his armor, revealing his toned chest and strong arms. He looks at her with an expression she can't quite read before pulling her into his embrace.

I... I've had my fair share of training. But you know what they say about practice makes perfect. And with you by my side, I feel like we can take on anything together. Her voice trails off as he kisses her deeply, their tongues dancing in unison against each other's lips.

Their hands roam over each other's bodies, mapping out every curve and plane of skin. Tia feels herself growing hot beneath his touch, aching for him to take her now.