Eleanor could neither look away nor stare openly, and she had been standing there caught by that shaft, lost in her own imaginings, when.

“……Ah!”

Eleanor realized belatedly that she had straightened her curled body and was gripping the rim of the tub.

The reason she came back to her senses was that her head, tilted blankly downward as she had been transfixed by the shaft drawing closer in an instant, was lifted upward.

“Miss.”

Eleanor held her breath and raised her gaze, and found Cayel reaching out with long fingers to tip her chin up.

Cayel smiled deeply.

“Just where do you think you are looking?”

He whispered.

“My eyes are up here, not down there.”

Eleanor’s face blazed with heat.

“I, I am sorry, Sir Cayel, I was just…… Mmph!”

How could she possibly say she had been imagining, without meaning to, that smooth, unlined shaft forcing its way inside her and driving into her walls without restraint.

But Eleanor’s attempt at an awkward excuse while held in his grip did not get very far.

“Hmph, mmph!”

A dizzying, scorching breath smothered her lips.

Eleanor’s voice was swallowed into Cayel’s throat as his lips came down over hers.

Cayel, who had invaded Eleanor’s lips without warning, moved into the next step of claiming everything that was hers.

Mmnh―!

She could not turn her head to the side, nor could she open her eyes. Eleanor gasped under the flood of his breath and heat. His hand gripped her face firmly as his tongue pushed in, grazed her teeth, and swept across the roof of her mouth in a relentless kiss that made her eyes fall shut on their own.

Ahh, mmnh……!

The veins on the back of Eleanor’s hand stood out as she clutched the rim of the wooden tub.

It was merciless.

He drew from her mouth without hesitation, pulling at everything inside her, intent on taking all of her. He showed no sign of stopping.

‘I want all of it.’

Cayel was someone who kept his word.

His thick tongue, like a great coiling serpent, drenched Eleanor’s upper and lower lips completely and at last hunted down her own tongue deep inside.

Mmph!

He then gripped her with a force she could not escape and drew from her relentlessly, making everything inside Eleanor’s mouth his own.

Hah, stop, mmnh, stop……!

At first Eleanor had only blinked at his intrusion, but now the corners of her eyes had begun to well with tears.

She could neither push away the tongue that kept pressing deeper inside her until it reached the back of her throat, nor fully receive it.

She lifted the hand that had been holding the rim of the tub and grabbed Cayel’s thick arm, trembling.

“Ahmmph!”

Heat surged through her entire body.

Eleanor could not tell whether she was being kissed or something else entirely.

It was clearly only the tip of his tongue stirring inside her, yet why was she already growing so wet below.

She could not open her eyes, could not breathe.

Like a bird waiting to be fed, she swallowed every drop of his saliva and heat he gave her, and yet each time Cayel’s tongue ensnared hers again, it was too much, and her eyes brimmed over.

“Hahh, uh, hnn, cough, cough cough!”

How much more time passed?

‘I cannot……’

I cannot, anymore, I cannot.

Ragged breaths spilled out of her.

She had finally managed to pull away from him, and before Cayel, who had released her and was watching quietly, she let out all the breath she had been holding back.

‘What kind of kiss is this……’

She could not understand it.

She was certainly no woman sharing her first kiss with a man.

Yet a kiss this merciless and overwhelming was something she had never experienced in her life.

“Well.”

From above Eleanor’s head, as she gripped the rim of the tub and bowed her head to steady her ragged breathing, came a cool voice.

“Does it seem to you, as you thought, that we are a good match?”

Eleanor snapped her head up and looked at Cayel.

“Were you testing me?”

The man, who slowly dragged the tip of his tongue across his glistening red lips, did not deny it.

“I was.”

He looked down at Eleanor’s blazing blue eyes without expression.

“So if you think it will be too much to bear, say so now.”

“……”

“It is not too late.”

Like he was offering her a chance.

The man who had no intention of covering his massive body, bare of a single thread just as she was, delivered his ultimatum to Eleanor.

If you intend to run from me, this is your last chance, Miss.

His manner said he would never let her go once she was in his hands.

Cayel’s attitude was that of someone seemingly giving Eleanor the chance to back down, as though doing her a kindness.

Eleanor looked up at him steadily for a moment, then stretched her hand straight out from the rim of the tub.

“……!”

The massive shaft, too large for her small palm to wrap around completely, filled her hand. As she made contact with its surface, she felt the column that had been hanging downward growing steadily harder.

Eleanor felt it swelling in her palm, and looked up at the man whose brow had creased and whose lips had pressed tight, and smiled deeply.

“I told you, Sir Cayel. I will not regret it.”

The composure Cayel had been wearing so easily crumpled. Eleanor moved her lips, still swollen from his kiss.

“Let us see, shall we, whether we are truly a good match.”

* * *

‘Ah!’

The cry she had been holding back broke free.

It was a m*an that slipped out the moment the rigid column reached the deepest part of her walls.

‘Cayel, hah, Cayel! Ahh!’

That dark, flushed shaft had forced its way through Eleanor’s narrow opening and driven inside without restraint. It pressed into every hidden corner, shook off the pleading grip of her inner walls as they kept trying to hold on, and at last settled deep within her.

Hah, hah!

A bead of sweat that had been barely clinging to the tips of her heaving chest fell loose. Eleanor, who had taken all of him inside her, looked down at Cayel with tears streaming freely from her brimming eyes.

‘Stop, please stop…… hah, no, more…… more, give me more, Cayel!’

Whether she wanted him to or not.

In the tub too small for two people, Eleanor’s chest swayed as her body pressed against Cayel’s, and she pleaded.

Until he, who had at last reached her deepest point, poured everything of himself out.

She clenched around him and released, over and over, driving herself to her limit.

Thrusting deep inside her and then pulling back before she could hold on, then surging in hard again and stripping her of all thought, Cayel’s manhood was driving Eleanor out of her mind.

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts so much…….

‘It feels good.’

So, so good!

It was even on a different level entirely.

‘There is no comparison to that man!’

When the scorching tip of his tongue, hot enough to burn, touched her shoulder and bit into her skin, Eleanor shuddered. Even as she gasped under the heavy, penetrating sensation moving through her whole body, she kept finding herself drawing comparisons to the past.

‘Miss.’

A feeling unlike when Marcus’s manhood, which had left something hollow even when she had taken him fully, stirred inside her. Eleanor had been making the comparison without thinking when Cayel, who had forced his way into her narrow opening and finally settled there, wrapped his hand gently around her abdomen and called to her, and she looked down at him.

‘Miss. When you are with me, think only of me.’

Had he seen straight through her?

The moment she heard those words, Eleanor’s mind snapped sharply back.

Even the things she had endured in her past life, those encounters that had barely deserved the name, were wiped away in an instant by those few words.

‘Ahnn! Mmnh!’