Epilogue (Part 7)

‘So, this is her taste.’  

The content was so varied that it was hard to pinpoint her exact preferences, but there was one thing he was sure of.  

She enjoyed more provocative language than he had expected, the male protagonists in the novels she read were all muscular with broad, well-defined physiques, and, generally, the female protagonists seemed to enjoy being pushed into slightly forceful situations.  

He recalled her adorable behavior two nights ago—crying out that it was too much for her while clinging tightly to his neck instead of pushing him away. Eden, whose ears had turned red before he realized it, roughly ran a hand over his face and let out a small chuckle.  

“So shamelessly seductive.”  

Was this what they called being blinded by love? 

No matter what Sienna said, did, or thought, everything about her seemed so cute and lovable that it was driving him crazy.  

Well, whether it was love or something else, it didn’t matter much to him. He knew that whatever had taken hold of his heart would never be undone.  

He went back to the novels whose spines were more worn than the others and revisited their contents in his mind.  

Then, glancing out the window, he saw Sienna returning, pulling an empty cart after finishing her work. When she spotted him, she waved her hand enthusiastically, and Eden felt his mood soar with happiness.  

His steps quickened as he moved to greet Sienna.

Eden suddenly became strange. Sienna blushed in confusion as she looked at the lethally perfect body in front of her.  

Until they returned home and had dinner together, everything had been as usual. Hearing her say she wanted to eat something light, Eden prepared tartare by mixing fresh minced beef with herbs and egg yolks.  

When she ate the tartare, placed on a crisp baguette, like a baby bird, wriggling in happiness, he smiled warmly, saying it was worth learning the recipe especially from the chef at the duchy.  

Afterward, they strolled around the greenhouse, sharing stories about their day. On the short path to the greenhouse, Eden tightened Sienna’s coat and wrapped a thick scarf around her, worried she might catch a cold. When Sienna chattered about what had happened at the trading company, he listened attentively with a thoughtful demeanor.  

Curious about what he had done while waiting for her, she cautiously asked, and his light answer was that he had been reading in the study. Sienna hesitated briefly, recalling the books on the bottom shelf of the bookcase, but Eden’s cheerful attitude quickly made her forget, and they continued their peaceful walk.  

Back at home, they brought out wine after a long time, and everything was fine even as she came out of the bath, pleasantly tipsy.  

It was a day with Eden that she had now grown used to. Time flowed calmly, as usual. That is, until she returned to the bedroom after her bath and saw Eden’s body, completely n*ked except for a single robe draped around him.  

“E-Eden.”  

“Yes, Sienna.”  

“Why….”  

The question, ‘Why are you completely n*ked’, lingered in her mouth but was swallowed before it could be spoken.  

Though she had grown accustomed to his habit of casually removing his shirt to tempt her, knowing she liked his body, this was the first time he had been so blatantly provocative. He usually wore a robe until things become more intimate.  

Perhaps it was because the bedroom lights were particularly bright tonight, but his muscles appeared even more defined, looking as solid as stone. The rippling muscles seemed to flex with even the slightest movement, tempting her further. And then, between his hip bones, just above his lower abdomen, the heavy presence that slightly bobbed….

Why am I feeling so embarrassed when I’ve seen his n*ked body countless times before?

Was it because of Eden’s deliberate attempt to seduce her? Or perhaps it was the way his sharp gaze seemed to pierce through her, as if he was ready to devour her down to her very bones.  

“I thought you’d like it.”  

Or maybe it was because of the confidence with which he looked down at her, grinning shamelessly. Sienna cupped her burning cheeks with her hands and blankly scanned his body, which was so perfect it could be called the reincarnation of a war god.  

His tightly packed, flawless muscles left no gaps, his large chest rose and fell with every breath he took, his waist tapered elegantly into smooth lines, and his thighs were so muscular they seemed ready to burst.  

It was the first time she’d had the chance to observe his body so closely and carefully in a well-lit room. Every time her lascivious gaze landed on him in the past, Eden would immediately close the distance between them, pressing his lips and body against hers as if he had been waiting for her.  

Eden’s guess that she would like it was spot on. Sienna was practically drooling.  

“Your body is just so….”  

“So?”  

“So beautiful.”  

Pouring all her honest feelings into the words, Sienna spoke, and Eden burst into laughter.  

“You do like it.”  

Murmuring to himself, he slowly approached Sienna, who was sitting on the bed. As his face, even more perfect than his body, drew closer, Sienna instinctively wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, anticipating what would come next.  

“Mm, ah!”  

What started as a gentle kiss, like the brush of a bird’s wings, suddenly deepened as his lips crashed against hers, devouring her. His tongue slipped between her parted lips, invading her like an unrelenting intruder, exploring and dominating her mouth.  

The kiss was rougher than usual, leaving her gasping for air. But that was only the beginning. Sienna inhaled sharply as Eden’s fingers slipped under her chemise and invaded her body in one swift motion.  

“Ah, mmm!”  

“Do you really like my body that much, Sienna?”  

“Ah, don’t rub it so fast, ah!”  

“You’re already so wet down here. Hmm?”  

Eden’s voice was rough as he thrust two fingers inside her, moving them with precision while rapidly rubbing her swollen cl*toris with his thumb. A shiver ran down Sienna’s spine.  

W-what did he just say?  

It was the first time she’d heard such vulgar words come from Eden, who was always so composed and proper.  

“E-Eden? Haa, ah!”

The voice that had been calling out to him in confusion suddenly stopped. It was because of his unrelenting hands, which dug into the wrinkled folds of her most sensitive parts, pressing and rubbing without mercy.  

As waves of pleasure surged through her, Sienna’s hands gripped Eden’s forearm tightly, her knuckles flushed red.  

“Even though I fill you up every time, you’re still so tight. You’re going to snap my fingers off, Sienna.”  

The raspy voice whispering into her ear only heightened her *rousal. Trembling as she felt his fingers inside her, Sienna reached a brief climax.  

As she arched her back and collapsed forward onto her chest, Eden caught her effortlessly and bit her lightly on the nape of her neck before straightening his posture.  

When Eden rose, Sienna naturally found herself face-to-face with his manhood. The veiny, imposing length bobbed in front of her eyes. As Sienna swallowed dryly and hesitantly reached out to touch it, Eden tucked her loose, ash-gray hair behind her ear and spoke in a calm yet commanding tone.  

“Suck it.”  

“…Huh.”  

She was so shocked that she almost forgot to breathe. His languid, sticky voice contrasted with the playful slant of his eyes, which seemed to rob her of her very soul.  

Why is he acting like this?

The gentle Eden she knew was now revealing a slightly rougher side, leaving her both flustered and increasingly aroused.  

She glanced up at Eden, who was idly playing with the curve of her ear, before lowering her head. When she brought her lips close to the gl*ns, already wet with pr*cum, a low, languid groan came from above her.  

Encouraged by his reaction, she opened her mouth wide and enveloped the blunt tip. The thick scent of him filled her mouth as his length, barely fitting inside, pressed against her.  

“Huff….”  

“Ah, Sienna.”  

A suppressed groan escaped from above her. She tried to avoid grazing him with her teeth as she took the sh*ft deeper into her mouth. Even though she hadn’t taken in half of it, the pressure made it feel as though her throat was already full.  

She moved her hand, which was gripping the base, slightly up and down while swirling her tongue around the flesh in her mouth.  

‘How did they do it in the novels?’

Sienna recalled the contents of the many novels she had read as she devotedly pleasured him. She tightened her grip slightly on the sh*ft in her hand, stroking it, while slowly bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue along the tip.  

Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, but she had no time to wipe it away. Instead, she used it as lubrication, moving her head even faster.