“Your Highness… I want to stay with you tonight,” Daphne Kael said, her eyes hazy with desire.

  I answered her confession by kissing her softly. My hands moved over her body, feeling the warmth of her skin even through the fabric of her dress. I pulled her close, pressing her delicate frame against mine.

  “Haa…” Daphne sighed dreamily, her body instinctively twisting in my arms. Our lips remained locked together as I deepened the kiss, my tongue slowly slipping past her lips.

  “—!”

  Her eyes widened in surprise, but the shock faded almost instantly. Daphne responded eagerly, her tongue meeting mine as she clung to me.

  The air in the room grew hotter with every passing second. Heat radiated from our bodies, sweat forming on our skin as we continued kissing, neither of us willing to pull away.

  After a long moment, Daphne began to run out of breath. She tried to pull back, but I followed her movement, stealing the air from her lungs once more. Her face flushed crimson as her body weakened in my arms, pleasure overwhelming her resistance.

  When I finally released her, she gasped for air.

  “Haa… haa…”

  Her eyes were glassy, tears clinging to her lashes as she looked at me, embarrassed yet unable to hide her longing.

  “Your Highness…” she whispered.

  The sight stirred something deep within me.

  Unable to restrain myself any longer, I lifted her and gently—but decisively—laid her on the bed.

  “Kya—!”

  Her cry was cut short as I captured her lips again. Daphne’s eyes widened for a second before she slowly closed them, her arms wrapping around my waist.

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  My hands traced her body, lingering at her chest, sliding down her waist, then lower. Even through the fabric, I could feel how responsive she was beneath my touch.

  “Ahn…”

  She trembled softly, her body reacting honestly to every movement.

  Her breathing grew uneven, and when I realized how sensitive she already was, I paused—just for a moment—watching her expression as pleasure overtook her.

  When I felt her body shudder beneath me, I froze in surprise.

  …She really was that sensitive.

  The realization made something dangerous stir within me. I leaned down, my voice low as I whispered near her ear.

  “So sensitive… I never would’ve guessed.”

  Daphne’s ears turned red as she tried to avert her gaze, but I gently guided her face back toward mine.

  “Your Highness…” she murmured weakly, tears pooling in her eyes.

  My expression softened. I kissed her eyelids, then her cheeks, trailing down her neck and shoulder.

  She writhed gently beneath me, trying to suppress her voice, while my hands continued their slow exploration—her legs, her waist, the warmth of her skin beneath my palms.

  “Do you think of me often?” I asked quietly.

  My breath against her skin was enough to make her tremble.

  “Ahn… sometimes…” she confessed in a barely audible voice.

  “W-When I think of Your Highness…”

  I smiled faintly.

  Before she could hide her face again, I kissed her lips once more, drawing her into another lingering kiss until her breathing grew shallow again.

  I inhaled deeply, the faint, sweet scent of her filling my senses. Restraint was becoming increasingly difficult—but I reminded myself that this moment mattered to her.

  Slowly, I began removing her dress. The fabric was damp with sweat, clinging stubbornly to her body, but it soon slipped free. Daphne hesitated for only a moment before helping me, her trembling hands undoing my own clothes.

  Soon, nothing remained between us.

  I paused, taking in the sight before me. Her fair skin glistened softly, her slender figure contrasting beautifully with her curves. She was breathtaking.

  “So…” she whispered, her voice shaking. “It’s… big…”

  Her words were filled with both nervousness and anticipation.

  I smiled gently and drew closer, wrapping her in my arms once more. She shrank slightly under my gaze, but she didn’t turn away.

  Laying her back against the bed, I kissed her slowly, my touch careful, deliberate.

  Before going any further, I met her eyes.

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded without hesitation.

  “Yes. You’re the one I love. Even if I can’t stand beside you as a wife… I want to stay with you.”

  I kissed her again—softly, sincerely—then guided myself closer, letting the night carry us forward.