“You said you would come for me.”

Adela placed both hands on his chest and rose onto her toes. She reached out to stroke his cheek.

“Are you out of your mind?”

Leon coldly knocked her hand away and slung her over his shoulder like a piece of luggage. Then, with a blade-sharp expression, he ordered the soldiers.

“Do not let so much as an ant near this floor.”

Leon came into the bedroom, set her down immediately, and leaned against the door, breathing roughly. The heavy air filling the room flustered Adela for a moment, but she did not take her eyes off Leon.

Adela calmly kicked off her shoes. Then she grabbed the hem of her silk stockings and began to roll them slowly down, and Leon, frozen until that moment, lunged toward her and seized her ankle.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Adela swallowed a low m*an at the strong pressure and tapped her fingers against his armor.

“The dust is terrible. Shouldn’t you wash up?”

“That is none of your concern.”

Looking at the still-cold Leon, Adela lifted her head with her stocking half-pulled off and dangling from her toes.

What lived in his eyes was a murderous intent, raw and deep.

The conqueror who swallowed Valent. The princess turned slave.

Tension packed the bedroom at their reunion after two years.

‘I have to hurry.’

Left as he was, Leon would sink back into the same pit as in her past life. If she could not stop him now, her plan to protect him would come to nothing.

Adela laid her hand over Leon’s, still gripping her ankle.

“Leon, I want to have your child.”

“…What?”

Leon’s face crumpled as though struck by lightning. Adela, quietly stroking her own lower abdomen, smiled with a quiet sadness.

“I heard you have a fiancée. So I’ll be your concubine.”

“Adela Valent, you’ve completely lost your mind.”

A rough breath, impossible to tell whether it was anger or desire, poured over Adela’s face. Instead of answering, Leon slung her over his shoulder like luggage and strode into the bathroom.

He shoved her roughly into the bathtub, and water sprayed in every direction. Her thin fabric soaked through instantly, turning transparent.

Adela wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered low.

“Isn’t there something else you really want, Leon?”

“…Hah.”

His reason shattered by her provocation, Leon snatched Adela up and dragged her back to the bedroom. Before the wet footprints could even cross the carpet, he threw her onto the bed.

Adela lifted her back off the soft bedding and sat at the edge of the bed, studying the reddened corners of Leon’s eyes as he panted like an animal.

She climbed onto his thighs, her wet clothes hanging loose.

Just from her gaze, Leon’s c*ck stiffened and twitched. When Adela moved to touch it, Leon’s firm hands seized her waist as though he would crush it.

“I told you that you’d regret it.”

His voice, low as a beast’s, threatened her, but Adela answered by bending forward instead of speaking.

Just as her lips were about to meet his hard length, Leon shoved her roughly down onto her back. His heavy body pressed Adela completely beneath him. Her eyes, scanning past his shoulder that filled her entire vision, trembled faintly.

A small jewel box that fell from inside his cloak onto the bedside table.

Inside it, the ring she lost, the one he never managed to give her in her past life, was gleaming.

‘Even in this moment, you…’

Swallowing the rising heat, Adela gripped Leon’s wet hair. The warmth of his body burned through her palm.

Leon, watching her reactions, buried his face between her legs. And he began to lick her folds slow and thorough, like savoring a sweet candy.

“…Ah!”

Startled, Adela tried to pull away from him, but her knees were pinned and she could not move an inch.

“S, stop.”

Adela reached out and pushed Leon’s head away, but he paid no attention and sucked hard at the swollen red bud. Then he drove his hot tongue deep into her wet opening and worked it in circles.

“…L, Leon.”

His rough tongue scraped against the sensitive inner flesh, and Adela could not keep her head. Her inner thighs quivered and shook, and a strange pleasure that twisted her whole body poured out of her along with hot slick.

Under Leon’s relentless tongue, her curled toes went white. The wet, slick sounds filled the room, and her sensitized inner flesh convulsed in small spasms and gushed out a rush of warm fl*id.

“…Hngh.”

She let out a m*an without meaning to, and Leon lifted his head and checked her reaction.

“Are you sure you don’t like it?”

His smirk as he wiped his wet mouth made Adela’s face flush hot.

“Th, that’s because I fell into the bathtub earlier.”

“Since when does water flow this slick and sweet?”

He slowly licked the slick coating his fingers clean, right in front of her eyes. His blatant gaze bored into her reddened cheeks.

‘I can’t stand this.’

She refused to be pushed around by him any longer.

Adela shoved Leon down onto his back with a bold air and sat herself on his firm thighs. Their wet thighs pressed together, and Leon’s breathing broke apart even rougher.

Her heart pounded as though it would burst at the unfamiliar sensation of bare skin against bare skin, but Adela lifted her chin and pretended to be perfectly composed. She absolutely could not lose this fight.

“Stop playing games, Leon. What I want is your child.”

“I’m not sure you fully understand what you’re saying.”

The eyes looking down at him shone clear and bright. She was never more certain of anything in her life.

Through the soaked shirt, a long scar running from his chest to his waist showed through.

‘You have the same scar on your back.’

One was from a slave trader’s blow, and the other was from protecting Adela.

Her slender fingers traced the scar over his shirt, and Leon’s firm muscles rippled in waves.

When her gaze dropped lower, his c*ck, veins straining as though about to burst, kept leaking clear fl*id without stop.

She resented Leon for the harsh words he kept spitting out, but she found him endearing all the same.

Adela lowered her lashes and stared openly at his body’s reaction, and Leon, unable to bear the shame, looked away.

“Any man faced with a n*ked woman would react the same way.”

His tone said any woman would do just as well.

‘That’s a lie……’

With his mouth he kept pushing her away, but Leon’s body was responding to Adela and Adela alone.

Adela let relief and fear show at the same time, and Leon, reading her expression, twisted his brow into a dark scowl.

“I’ll give you what you want.”

He let out a hot breath, impossible to tell whether it was anger or desire, and roughly hooked both her legs over his shoulders. He pulled the fingers he drove deep into his own mouth back out, and a thread of slick saliva stretched long between them.

He pressed that soaked, dripping wetness into her narrow opening without hesitation.

“Don’t do anything strange……”

Adela instinctively twisted her hips in resistance. The slick heat left behind where his tongue passed moments ago stirred her shame.

Leon pinned her resistance down easily and bit at her ear, his voice dropping low.

“If you don’t want to get hurt, you’d better stay still.”

With those words, his fingers invaded her wet, red inner flesh with more force.

“…Ugh.”

It was shameful even when his tongue touched her, but when his fingers pressed into her narrow inner walls, her hips twisted on their own. Adela gasped in surprise, and Leon whispered in a low, husky voice.

“Breathe. You need to breathe.”

“St, stop……”