Prologue

‘Marry me, Rosalyn.’

Up until the moment those words finally left Lucian’s lips, Rosalyn felt satisfied. Ah, at last, she had managed to obtain what she desired.  

Rosalyn Belmont had never once felt greedy for anything in her life. Before she could even want something, everything was already in her hands, so there was never any need to covet. That was why Lucian Ashborn was the only one Rosalyn had ever desperately yearned for and couldn’t have.  

And so, she obtained him, and having him, she thought that was enough. She believed that marriage was the end, that now they could belong to each other, and that was a relief. In other words, it meant she never imagined that, before noon, in a sun-drenched bedroom, she would find herself doing such things with Lucian every day.  

She had just finished washing up to have lunch with Lucian. Wearing nothing but a towel, she encountered Lucian, who had come home early and was waiting for her. The maids, who had been attending her, all left the bedroom as soon as they saw Lucian. Lucian offered to dry Rosalyn’s hair himself.  

Of course, Lucian carefully dried and brushed her hair. Her husband, who was extremely sensitive about Rosalyn’s health, would never touch her while her hair was still wet. Once her hair was dry, it was time to get dressed. However, instead of helping her dress, Lucian wrapped his arms around her slender waist.  

And now.

“Ah! Ahh!”

Her body was pushed forward by a powerful thrust. Instinctively reaching out to grab the headboard, her hand was caught by his large hand, their fingers entwined. The grip wasn’t strong, but it was firm with the clear intent of never letting go.  

Because of that, her body, which had been bent over like a puppy, was forced upright. With nowhere else to lean, Rosalyn had to press herself back, and Lucian’s hot, solid body pressed against her from behind.  

“Hoo… You seem relaxed, Rosie. Are you thinking about something else?”  

Lucian, pressing close and breathing into her ear, whispered, sending shivers through Rosalyn’s excited body. Even then, his large hand continued to tease her sensitive peaks, while his imposing presence moved in and out of her relentlessly.  

Because of the changed position, their union grew even deeper, and the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the bright afternoon bedroom.  

It was an unending wave of pleasure that made it impossible to think straight. She couldn’t even tell whether it was pain or pleasure. All Rosalyn could do was be swept away, helplessly trembling beneath Lucian.  

She almost resented Lucian for surrendering to his desire and coming at her after seeing her bare body, tormenting her even more persistently every night than now.  

But she didn’t want to push him away. Rosalyn had also become accustomed to the fullness and pleasure Lucian gave her. Instead of pushing him away, she chose to cling to him as if she would give him her entire self.  

“Ah! Hng! Mmm…!”  

His low, soft voice endlessly whispered, “Rosie, Rosie,” into her ear. It was a sweet voice that was almost embarrassing. Lucian gently swept aside Rosalyn’s wildly tossing black hair and trailed kisses down her slender neck and pale, round shoulder. Unlike what was moving inside her, his kisses were incredibly gentle.  

“…Haa, Rosie, say my name.”  

“Ah! Mmm, mm! Lu, Lu…”  

When Rosalyn’s words broke off, his thrusts became even more intense. Saliva trickled from between her parted lips. The very cause of her mindless state whispered sternly in her ear.  

“Say my name properly. Not the pet name—your husband’s name.”  

Lucian usually felt disappointed when she called him by name, but during their intimacy, he always insisted she use it. Rosalyn thought he enjoyed hearing her moan, unable to even call his name.  

“Ahh! Hng…”  

Her eyes reddened as she was overwhelmed by pleasure that went beyond her limits. When tears finally streamed down her cheeks, Lucian lowered his head to lick them away, exhaling a heavy breath as he demanded again.  

“Rosie, my name.”  

“Lu… Lucian. Ah… ugh! Haah! Lucian!”  

“Ugh… Yes, I’m here. Your husband. Rosie, ah, Rosie… my Rosie.”  

Why did a name matter so much? Having finally heard his name, Lucian let out a low, throaty moan. That, too, sent a jolt of pleasure through Rosalyn, making her cry out and release more of her essence. Lucian let out a low laugh, clearly pleased that his wife was aroused even by his moans.  

“Rosie, now I want to see your face while we do this.”  

At Lucian’s words, their positions changed in an instant. He easily turned her around to face him, sat her down, and began to move again, holding her slender waist.  

It was the position where she felt the most stimulation. Lucian also liked it best, as he could watch Rosalyn’s expression up close as she surrendered to pleasure.  

Her full, white br*asts bounced with every movement. Lucian wrapped one arm around her waist, pounding into her, while his other hand grasped her bouncing br*ast. He kneaded it gently, sometimes tracing the reddened peak with his fingertips without hurting her. Her toes curled involuntarily, and her whole body tingled.  

“Mmm…! Ah! Lu! Lu… ah! Please!”  

Lucian also began to thrust harder. The end was near. Lucian, too, seemed barely able to endure the overwhelming pleasure, letting out thick moans. With their bodies pressed tightly together, slick with sweat and each other’s fluids, Rosalyn surrendered herself to the climax.  

Of course, this wouldn’t end with just this one time. Lunch would likely become dinner, and after that, they would bathe and fall asleep together—today would be a day spent indulging in each other.  

Through emerald-green eyes clouded with heat, Rosalyn saw Lucian’s handsome face, his brow furrowed in concentration.  

His tousled, sweat-dampened flaxen hair, eyes darkened with passion—a man more beautiful than anyone else in the world, the only one she had ever wanted, obtained through meticulous planning. She ran her fingers through his soft hair and closed her eyes.  

Ah… truly, she swore, panting and moaning beneath Lucian had never been part of her plan.