The sky was already turning red, the chirping of birds could be heard in the distance, but the door to His Majesty's chamber remained firmly shut. The maids, faces flushed from the intimate sounds they'd heard all night, exchanged glances but dared not approach. The door did not open.
Inside, Carmen stared at his new wife with a smoldering gaze. He had taken her thrice already, yet the hunger he felt for her remained insatiable. She lay on her stomach, her bare back exposed, teasing him with its smooth expanse.
Elene's breathing was soft and steady, her body relaxed in the aftermath of their passion. Carmen's desire reignited at the sight of her vulnerability, and he leaned closer, brushing his fingers gently down her spine. She stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips.
"Carmen," she whispered, her voice a blend of exhaustion and desire.