He clasped her waist and said, “I'm eager to experience your service!"

With a smirk, Rosalynn gently pushed him onto the sofa.

Her slender fingers unfastened his shirt, revealing his sturdy and alluring chest muscles.

“Some say that men harbor fantasies of being raped by women. Darling, do you share the same sentiment?"

Did he?

Brian swallowed; his voice was low and husky.

"Darling, don't you wish to rule as my queen? To have everything at your command?”

Grinning, Rosalynn leaned in and pressed her lips against his tempting thin ones.

"Well then, my servant, assist me in unzipping my dress."

Brian reciprocated her kiss and his slender fingers traced her back.

The warm yellow light cast over their entangled shadows, filling the air with Love and romance.

In some instances, no matter how articulate a woman was, it ultimately proved futile, as men would prevail.

On the vast bed, Rosalynn's eyes sparkled with affection. She gazed down at the man's handsome face and conceded, “Darling, I surrender."

Brian replied in a husky voice, "What? Don't you wish to be my queen?"

“I believe it's simpler to be your beloved woman than your queen.”

Brian Laughed, flipped her over while keeping her within his embrace, and took the lead once again.

“Alright, I'LL cater to you, my dear wife!”

The next day

When Rosalynn awoke, she stared at the ceiling above and decided that she needed to purchase some tonics to bolster her strength.

Otherwise, she would be entirely drained.

There was no one beside her. She reached for Brian's pillow, inhaling its scent deeply. Then she lifted the quilt and rose from the bed.

Upon entering the living room, she spotted Brian sitting by the window, engrossed in his Laptop as usual.