PROLOGUE

She undressed herself from her gown while standing in front of the mirror, with him standing behind her. They both watched their reflections, smiling softly. Then she turned toward him, and they shared a deep, passionate kiss before slowly pulling away, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She gave a wide, tender grin, his touch warming her skin.

“I love you too,” she replied.

He watched as her bosom became fully revealed, the gown sliding off completely. He leaned in and placed his lips on her chest; the sensation sent a shiver down her spine.

Suddenly, she drew him closer, her hand wrapping around his stiffness and pulling him toward her. His head rested on her chest, his body pressing against her, his hips nestled between her thighs.

She wrapped her arms around him as he began to move slowly, his gentle thrusts deepening. She momentarily drifted away in thought, overwhelmed by the raw masculinity she was experiencing. Their heavy breaths mingled as their bodies moved in rhythm.

At some point, she looked at him, questioning herself, had she made the right decision playing this game? Her heart wrestled between her feelings for him and the hidden motive that dominated her mind. She was in love with him, in a way, yet her desire to achieve something beyond him still burned fiercely within.

She felt it, the sensation of taking control, of defying the roles she had always been boxed into. Her eyes closed again after they exchanged a brief, intense stare, fully immersed in their passionate dance.

His movements quickened gradually, and she welcomed every second of it. He planted soft kisses on her lips as she spiraled in the ecstasy of their union. He, too, could feel the height of pleasure building up, heavy and unavoidable.

It struck him, this was how creation began. He would release himself inside her, and perhaps she would receive it. They hadn’t talked about this part, but deep down, he believed their love was strong enough to allow such a possibility. They were already in that sacred moment where a child could be conceived.

The surge of pleasure consumed him, and she hoped it would never end. He gripped her tightly, thrusting deeper, as though searching for something beyond inside her. He yearned to reach it. As the rush of blood surged through his veins, he climaxed, releasing himself deep inside her.

She held him tightly, and he held her in return. They were entwined, caught in the lingering waves of euphoria. She cooled beneath him, her body still tingling from the aftershocks, while he kissed her neck tenderly, savoring the moment.

“I love you so much” he murmured, running his hand through her hair and down her back. She said nothing, eyes closed, resting in silence.

Inside, her thoughts spiraled. What kind of game was she really playing? What mask was she wearing? She felt overwhelmed by a swirl of emotions; pleasure, guilt, uncertainty. Was she truly pretending? She loved him, didn’t she? Yes, she did. And she enjoyed every moment with him. But was she also using him? Yes… yes, she was.

These thoughts simmered within her while he gently rolled to the side, adjusting the sheets and holding her in his arms. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, pressing a kiss to her lips.