In the dead of night, a woman with raven hair as dark as the shadows crept through the Indian palace. The guards were fast asleep, lulled into slumber by the heat of the desert and the soothing hum of the wind. She moved with grace and stealth, her bare feet padding silently against the cool marble floors.
She slipped into the bedchamber of the prince, a room filled with lavish silks and exotic scents. He lay there, oblivious to her presence, his muscular chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She approached him, her heart pounding in her chest, and traced a single finger down his chiseled jawline.
His eyes snapped open, meeting hers, and in that moment, a spark ignited between them. He reached up, pulling her down onto the bed, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, supple skin.
She shivered with delight as his fingers found her nipples, teasing and pinching them until they stood erect and sensitive. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe and sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest, and moaned with pleasure.
He slid his hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, exploring her depths and making her squirm with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and whispered in his ear, “Take me now.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside her, filling her completely. She cried out with pleasure, her back arching as he began to move inside her. He set a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
She matched his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. She ran her hands over his back, feeling the muscles rippling beneath her fingertips. She dug her nails into his skin, leaving marks that would linger long after their passion had been spent.
He quickened his pace, driving deeper and harder into her. She moaned with pleasure, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She felt the familiar tension building inside her, the wave of pleasure that would soon crash over her.
He reached down, finding her clit with his fingers, and began to rub. She cried out with pleasure, her body trembling as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. She felt herself clenching around him, her muscles gripping him tightly as she came.
He followed her over the edge, his body shuddering with pleasure as he came inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, and whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
She smiled, running her fingers through his hair, and whispered back, “I know.”
They lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, as the night wore on. The wind whispered through the palace, the sound mingling with their soft sighs and gentle moans. It was a night of passion and pleasure, a night they would never forget.
