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I’ll give you back everything you’ve lost.

There was something strangely eerie about Aiden’s voice as he held her tightly against him and whispered those words into her ear, besides the ecstasy of one who had been given in marriage. For the next day, Aiden tried to keep his word. Belviana’s quarters had been moved to one of the best rooms in the manor. Her possessions from her time as a maid had been discarded, and only a few small items could be taken to the spacious bedroom once occupied by the Countess of Lester. From the moment Belviana took her first steps into the newly decorated rooms of the old countess, she felt a great sense of discomfort.

Blue curtains embroidered with roses in fine gold thread, ivory bedding, light blue wallpaper and a marble floor, an ivory table with gilded edges and a gold chessboard on top of it. The items that had been brought in from all over the continent to decorate her fiancé’s room had been brought together in such a way that they seemed to have been tailored to her taste from the beginning. Everything bore an uncanny resemblance to the room she had decorated as a girl. Every time she stood in that room, she would feel as if she had been transported back eight years.

She soaked twice a day in the finest perfumes, and her hair was trimmed five times a day. In half a season, her dull, brittle locks regained their natural shine and bounce. Aiden had been acting like an impatient man lately, unable to get through all the shops in Dietrich. Several times a day, jewelry, necklaces, earrings, and dresses in every shade of lace and silk streamed into her room.

Everything Aiden had ordered for the wedding was extravagant and extremely delicate, even more so than when she had prepared for her wedding as a duchess. An obsession with the old days, or a similar blindness. As she fumbled with these thoughts in her ignorant head, Aiden, who had come up behind her, showered her with kisses on both her forehead and full cheeks.

I have you, and that’s all I need.

Aiden whispered happily as he held her tightly against him, surrounded by all the luxuries. Dressed as finely as she had been as a child, her red hair tied into a bun, she looked like a doll popping out of an oil painting from a decade ago, and every time he saw her like that, Aiden smiled slowly, like an overly satisfied predator.

“Ugh…….”

Beneath the hem of her half-disheveled white dress, Belviana spread her legs, revealing a slit that was unashamedly dripping with c*m. Or, more accurately, she was crushed like a butterfly, both thighs gripped by Aiden’s hands.

Burying his head between my wide-open legs, Aiden licked her c*m-slicked v*gina clean with his tongue. With each stroke, her cl*t swollen and sensitive with excitement, Belviana moaned and clutched at his hair. His dark hair slipped between her white-knuckled fingertips.

“Gasp, hmmm…….”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve licked up everything I shot inside you.”

“Ah, ah, heuk…….”

“I licked it, but your sweetness keeps coming out.”

Aiden smirked in amusement as he stuck his tongue in her p*ssy, which was still swollen from the constant torment. Despite the humiliating comment, Belviana could only stifle a moan. It was work time now, and the hallways were full of servants if she opened a single door. That alone prevented her from making a sound or even a protest. Maybe she hadn’t even intended to rebel in the first place.

Belviana wiped a tear from her humid green eyes, her brow damp with sweat. As if he could see through her thoughts, he smirked at her beautiful face.

“You and I have been talking for over an hour now, lest they realize.”

“Hnngh, ha, ha…….”

“Don’t you think so, wife?”

He licked it clean for the last time, and as soon as he slid his fingers between her folds, the slippery l*quid trickled down her thighs as if it had been waiting for him. It was a blindingly cruel pl*asure.

“Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“You’re so aroused, you’re begging for it, but you’re still so clumsy. Though that’s cute and lovely.”

He kissed her white forehead, contorted with pain, and the words poured over it like confessions of Dardidan love.

“I want you to be more lustful.”

“Hmmm…….”

“I wish you’d become so insatiable that even after taking my c*ck all in, you’d still crave more, moving your hips on your own. So desperate that you couldn’t even sleep without getting my c*m every night. So vulgar that even after pleading for it, you don’t even realize your own indecent actions.”

“Ha, ungh, ah, ah, ang……!”

“Your loose, slack lower lips bite down on mine without hesitation. With my c*m all over you, I want you to go down like that.”

Into the muck where I am.

The words were obsc*ne enough to make her cheeks burn just hearing them, and as he spoke them, the fingers in her v*gina added, one by one, until eventually there were four fingers pressing against her inner walls. Four wiggling fingers stretched the flesh to the limit. He pushed his longest middle finger into her most sensitive spot. He stroked it, twirling it in a crushing motion with his blunt fingertips. Belviana bit her lip in shame and parched desire.

She didn’t know what had happened to her head to want him so badly already, when only moments before she’d had his c*ck buried in her lower mouth. She tried to keep her legs from shaking with pl*asure, but she couldn’t overcome him with her strength. She didn’t want him to stop, she wanted him to continue.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more of the juices that had dripped down to her knees, the hand that was in her v*gina slipped out at once. With a force finely tuned to avoid hitting anything, he pushed her body back against the disheveled desk. She barely managed to clutch at the nape of Aiden’s neck. It was more of a restraint than a grip, a barely-there grasp of her remaining strength. The hard muscle felt unusually smooth under the thin, sweat-dampened skin.

“Mmph. C, cold.”

He carefully spread the clip that was on one corner of the disheveled desk, placing it on her cl*toris. As it was pulled and rubbed, a burning sensation surged on the sensitive skin, accompanied by a sharp pain.

“Pretty.”

“Mmmmm…….”

He brought his lips to her glistening slit, which had begun to ooze her juices, and licked it with his tongue, running it from bottom to top. The mere touch of his tongue on the clamped cl*t sent her to a state of blinding pl*asure, and she was licked, nibbled, and sucked as it was. The shame was unbearable, and Belviana covered her eyes with both hands.

Soon, he spread her thighs wide and pressed the tip of his p*nis against her freshly cleaned v*lva. Even though it was just the rounded tip, the moist inner walls eagerly enveloped it. Feeling the pressing sensation, Aiden let out a soft moan and thrust his hips. Despite taking him in a dozen times, she still felt overwhelmed by his sheer size, whimpering softly like a small wounded animal.

“Hmph, yeah, ahhh, ahhhhhhhh!”

As soon as it was all the way in, the brutal pl*asure began. Keeping his thumb firmly pressed against her cl*t, he spread her left thigh to the limit. After a few strokes, the slippery fl*id came out and the pace of his thrusts increased. Belviana clawed at his arms, at his shoulders, at nothing. Seriously, at this rate, she’s going to melt her brain…….

When he took her clipped cl*t between his fingers and twisted it crushingly, Belviana let out a sharp cry. A high, shuddering cl*max that sent shivers down her back and thighs. Each thrust of his p*nis was accompanied by a trickle of her juices that spilled uncontrollably down his sh*ft like a flood. He came hard on top of her, his body entwined with hers in full bloom. Aiden’s brow quirked slightly, and he sucked on her red lips.

“I hope you’re pregnant one day, sooner rather than later.”

He whispered it as if it were the only vow in the world.

Even amid the chaotic whirlwind, the realization that their bond had long been severed pricked at her like a thorn in her throat.

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She slipped out of Aiden’s arms, which were still wrapped tightly around my waist, and stepped under the covers. The c*m Aiden had fed her over the past night dripped between her legs with every movement. She grabbed the towel that fell to the floor at her feet and covered her br*asts, then stood still by the window. In the lightless night, the view of the mansion below felt like a strangely desolate place, not the one she knew.

“What are you doing here?”

Aiden, who had come to the window, took the back of her hand and kissed it affectionately. His voice was muffled by sleep, but his affection was unmistakable.

“I was just……. I was just looking down at the garden.”

“Don’t go far.”

He hugged her from behind. As if she’d ever thought of walking away, even if it was only a few steps away from the bed. Burying his head in the crook of her white neck, Aiden breathed lightly, as if he could smell her scent. A long, long sigh of relief against her skin.

“I wish your eyes would just go blind, I wish you could just hold my hand, I wish you could just lean on me, I wish I was the only thing in your whole world.”

“…….”

The eerie words poured out of him like an out-of-this-world push.

Perhaps the possibility that he might have stood by and watched her parents’ death was just a flaw she desperately sought. As if wringing out reasons to resent him. Like a task taken on out of sheer boredom. As Belviana slowly intertwined her fingers with his, she painfully acknowledged that everything was irrevocably warped. He felt achingly precious and yet simultaneously detestable, and while she yearned to trust him wholeheartedly, an instinctual wariness surged within her.

Belviana ran a hand over her shallowly bulging belly. It had been eight weeks since she’d stopped bleeding. It was hard to even look away anymore; inside this belly, his child was growing. It was no wonder she’d accepted his seed without even trying, unlike before, when she’d been cautious about even ej*culating unless it was safe to do so.

Black doubts rose up from time to time. Did he really not have the power to save her father, why did he wait so long to send a doctor to her mother, did he really think she was dead. …… On his last day at Lester Manor, how far did he see? Once she’d pushed aside the nagging doubts, she was left with a picture of Aiden in the form of a smiling lover, a complete man.

Ah, Aiden. Devilish, irresistible, my Aiden.

He tilted his head at an angle.

Their lips, so close in an instant, parted, and their tongues tangled cruelly.

Belviana finally closed her eyes and accepted him.

– End –