I Shall Be The Villain

My Favourite Concubine

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Prince Asvert's affection to you
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The holographic notification materialized in the air, catching my attention with its futuristic allure. A subtle grin tugged at the corners of my lips as I observed the display, realizing that the heroine was undoubtedly engrossed in her own adventures as well. With a casual flick, I shrugged off my robe, letting it fall in a graceful heap on the floor as I emerged from the bathroom.

Stepping into the room, my gaze fell upon the solitary figure reclining on my bed-my beautiful concubine, an enticing sight in the dim light. His eyes met mine with a mix of anticipation and reverence, a silent acknowledgment of our unspoken connection.

"Your highness," he greeted me with a hint of deference, but before he could utter another word, I raised a hand, cutting him off with a commanding gesture. "Hold that thought," I interjected, my voice carrying a confident tone that brooked no argument, "tonight, I'm taking the lead."

A flicker of surprise crossed his features before being replaced by a spark of excitement, and I couldn't help but smirk at his reaction. Closing the distance between us, I reached out to trail my fingertips along his jawline, relishing in the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. His response was immediate, leaning into my hand with an eagerness that sent a thrill coursing through me.

"Can I indulge myself, Your highness?" he murmured, his lips brushing tantalizingly against my wrist, sending a shiver down my spine.

Granting him permission with a silent nod, I allowed him to lavish me with kisses, each one igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. But when his lips dared to venture lower, tracing a path along my collarbone, I knew it was time to take control. With a swift, decisive motion, I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him with a confidence born of experience.

Meeting his gaze with a playful glint in my eyes, I issued my command with a hint of mischief in my voice.

"Stay put," I instructed, my tone laced with promise, "because tonight, my dear, is all about you. And believe me when I say, it's going to be a night you won't soon forget."

My promised words were enough to ignite excitement throughout his body.

As I settled onto the bed beside him, I allowed my fingertips to trace a delicate path along the contours of his face, reveling in the softness of his skin beneath my touch. His breath hitched at the sensation, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken.

"Your wish is my command, Your highness," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, as he surrendered himself to my will. "Shower me with your love."

With a grin, I leaned in to capture his lips in a lingering kiss, savoring the taste of him against my own. The kiss deepened, passion igniting between us like a wildfire, consuming all thoughts except for the overwhelming desire that bound us together.

I trailed a trail of kisses along his jawline, down his neck, relishing in the soft moans that escaped his lips with each tender touch. My hands roamed freely over his body, memorizing every curve and contour as if committing them to memory. As the night unfolded before us, time seemed to blur into a haze of passion and pleasure, each moment more intoxicating than the last. Our bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time itself.