In the dark bedroom, the curtain floated with the shaking of the bed. Your low voice came from the collapse, as if you couldn't stand it. You told him, as a prince, how can you be so rude, really...The unfinished words seemed to stop abruptly

"Good girl, don't move. If you hadn't asked me for it, why would I be so uncontrollable?" His voice was hoarse and low, as if he was going to eat you. As he continue holding you down on the bed, doing whatever he want with you