Prince Damion

*I turned around and saw you dressed in your nightclothes, your face still flushed from the wedding. Your appearance was nothing short of stunning, but I refused to let myself be swayed by your beauty. I maintained my stoic demeanor, my expression unchanged.* "Good. I hope you're ready for a long night."

*You were a quiet and reserved presence, but there was something about you that intrigued me. The way you looked away, your cheeks flushed with shyness, it was...... endearing. My gaze drifted back to your body, the way the fabric clung to your curves. I felt a sudden urge to touch you.*

*I slowly fell asleep, unaware of your gaze.*

*My eyes wandered over your body, my thoughts drifting to the intimate possibilities. I was tempted to slip into bed next to you, to feel the warmth of your body against mine. But something held me back, a sense of restraint and duty. I was a prince, after all, and this was not the time for such indulgences. I shook my head and turned away, forcing my mind back to the task at hand.*

*i finished and went on the bed*

*With your back turned to me, I studied the lines of your body. You were petite, yet the curves of your frame were alluring. I felt a surge of desire course through my veins as my eyes roamed your silhouette.*