Marian pressed her lips shut. Abel turned his head and spat out a curse.

He treated her carelessly because he didn’t know how precious she was. How dare he, to Abel’s Marian. Cesare knows nothing. He doesn’t know how radiant Marian is when handling magic.

He doesn’t know the beautiful Marian who stands out alone even while surrounded by brilliant light. He doesn’t know the beautiful starlight flowing in those eyes, nor the lovely flush hidden within that pale skin that’s whiter than white. Because he knows none of those things, he can say such dog-like words.

Abel gently held Marian’s chin.

She seemed so fragile that she might break at any moment, making it impossible to treat her roughly. Abel met her eyes.

“Shall I show you how beautiful you are?”

“Abel……”

Abel lightly kissed her lips.

If he did nothing after hearing such words, if he did nothing after seeing those eyes dried of all moisture, then Abel would be no different from that bastard Cesare.

Abel parted Marian’s lips. Sweet breath poured out intensely. Sometimes he wondered how she ate food with such a small mouth. Whenever he saw these lips opening and closing, blood would rush downward. Did this woman have any idea of the desire he was barely concealing?

He pushed in his moist flesh.

It felt like blood was circulating throughout his entire body.

He gripped the doorframe.

He took one step into the room while grasping Marian’s waist.

He let out a deep moan as he tasted every corner of her. It was more ecstatic than he had dreamed and sweeter than he had thought. He lifted Marian up. Her view became higher than his. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

She clung to him to avoid falling. He supported her b*ttocks.

“Ah, Abel……”

“Sometimes I think you don’t know yourself too well.”

Abel lazily swept his gaze over Marian’s face.

Her white face dyed a pretty pink fueled Abel’s desire.

Slowly, one by one, he would proceed so she wouldn’t break.

Abel closed the door. He kissed her struggling lips firmly.

He tilted his head and sucked on her lips again, swallowing even her faint moans.

He wanted to put this woman into his stomach completely, without leaving a single grain.

**

Rosette covered her mouth.

She shouldn’t have seen it. She had learned something she absolutely shouldn’t have known. She gulped. It felt like all the blood in her body was flowing backward.

‘Pr-Princess.’

Just now, Marian looked like she was being devoured by Abel. Rosette shook her head.

She needed to save Marian right away. She ran to the door of Marian’s room, but then stepped back. It was instinctive fear.

She recalled the eyes of the predator who had been slowly driving her to death without any concern.

Rosette gritted her teeth.

She hid her trembling hands and turned around.

“Th-this isn’t something I should interfere with. Of course. I know how strong Her Highness the Princess is.”

She muttered in a trembling voice. After running away with quick steps, she stood blankly before collapsing to the floor. Crouching down, Rosette burst into tears.

“I-I’m sorry, Your Highness……”

She buried her face in her knees.

“……I’m truly sorry……”

She wanted to kill that man who reminded her of her powerlessness.

**

Marian released hot breath with her lips slightly parted. She felt like she would burn up from the inside. She narrowed her eyes.

Her vision was blurrier than ever before. It felt like all her senses, which had always been sharply on edge, were scattering. She gripped Abel’s shoulders.

Abel rubbed her lips with his thumb.

He seemed to be saying something, but she couldn’t hear anything.

Marian learned for the first time that there were so many types of kisses in the world, and that they could be this sweet. Abel pressed his lips against her nape. Her toes curled at the feeling of lips that touched gently, then pulled away, then touched again as if regretful.

“Hup.”

A tear that she had been holding back fell with a plop. Her shoulders trembled finely. Her lower lip, which Abel had been intensely biting, stung.

But nothing felt painful or frightening.

Abel’s long, firm fingers delicately caressed her back. Her dress was pushed aside and the corset underneath came undone.

Pop, pop, pop.

The buttons securing the corset came undone and ribbons flowed down. His hand burrowed inside. The hand that slid in languidly caressed her skin gently.

Abel’s hand removed the fabrics that clung to her skin with sweat.

Marian curled up her body. She wanted to run away. The sensation she was experiencing for the first time in her life was unfamiliar, exciting, and simultaneously dangerous. It felt like once she threw herself in, she would never be able to escape. She fidgeted.

Abel clung to her as she flipped over and buried her face in the pillow. He moved his fingers along her back.

At that moment, reason returned. Marian turned her head. His expression, hidden in shadow, wasn’t clearly visible. She grasped his wrist with her slender fingers. Abel let out a seductive laugh.

Marian asked in a voice that sounded on the verge of tears, her words fading as if her heart were being squeezed.

“Is-isn’t it unsightly?”

The words she barely managed to spit out were just this.

“Unsightly?”

Abel asked in a low voice. He pulled on her hand. With her body twisted, their eyes met. He sucked on her fingers intensely. The hot heat melted even her fingers.

The heat Abel breathed into her seemed to melt her tear dam as well.

Tears kept flowing.

Marian barely managed to say in a trembling voice,

“My back.”

Abel stroked her cheek. Marian, wet with tears, evoked both affection and sorrow. He whispered in a soft voice,

“That’s impossible. That’s probably your most captivating part.”

Abel kissed her forehead. Her tears flowed without ceasing. It felt sinful to even recall Cesare in this moment. But the words he had spat out were embedded in her heart like nails.

‘You should be grateful that I brought a woman with such a defect like you into Madrian.’

‘Who would know that the Princess’s body is such a wreck.’

‘Hideous woman.’

Marian leaned her face against Abel. Those words were gradually being erased. Secrets she couldn’t tell anyone were being uprooted from her heart.

Abel pulled her into his arms.

Tenderly and affectionately.

“We’ve barely begun and you’re already crying like this.”

Abel whispered with the gentlest voice he could produce.

“Marian. Close your eyes.”

Abel whispered into her ear. The moment Marian closed her eyes, a transparent tear fell with a plop. He caught it with his lips.

He moved slowly so the hot heat could seep into her, so she could feel everything.

Abel kissed Marian’s scars.

When she tried to get up in surprise, he gently pressed her down. Marian swallowed her moan.

Truly, her mind had turned completely blank, unable to remember anything.

In this moment, no one could come between the two of them. Abel tilted his head and pressed his lips against her cheek. It was a childish gesture, but the moment he parted his lips, the atmosphere changed.

Chup.

Thanks to Abel sucking on her soft cheek and pressing it with his tongue, Marian opened her eyes wide. He pressed his c*ck against her lower abdomen. His fingers continuously rubbed the scars on her back.

It felt like her entire body was burning hot. Abel turned his head and kissed her. The feeling of him sucking on her tongue and slowly licking her teeth made her lower abdomen tighten. Marian trembled finely. Her fingers pressing on his shoulders tensed.

His touch became more intimate. The scars being caressed seemed to burn hot. Her head felt like it was becoming hazy.

“Haa.”

Marian exhaled a panting breath. Abel’s eyes, meeting hers in the darkness, were glowing like those of a beast. She caressed his face with trembling breath.

“Sometimes you really don’t know anything.”

Abel whispered softly. He slowly pulled down her clothes. The rustling sensation of fabric brushing against skin raised goosebumps. It felt new. Though these were things she always wore, why did they feel so different now? Marian trembled finely.

Abel kissed the tip of her chin and slid his lips down. Round white br*asts, a thin protruding waistline, skin that slipped through his grasp like whipped cream. He narrowed his eyes and burst into laughter. Everything was better than he had imagined.

“Marian, you really don’t know anything.”

“What exactly don’t I know…… huh!”

Abel suddenly flipped her body. Marian reflexively braced herself against the bed with her arms. Her black hair spilled to the side. He slid his lips over her skin. The red scars looked like flower petals unfurling.

Abel greedily sucked on the scars. It seemed like juice would burst out, but nothing came forth. The smooth skin sticking to his tongue was satisfying.

“Hmm, mm, ah, Abel!”

Marian unconsciously let out a moan, then realizing what he was doing, let out a shrill scream. Abel was biting and sucking on what she was most ashamed of and feared, treating it like the most precious thing.

Marian shook her head.

“Abel, please……”

“Shh.”