Once the words spilled out, they continued to flow. 

“I’ll gladly do it.” 

“…….” 

“I will become… your wife.” 

Desperation not to lose this moment seeped naturally into Elliope’s voice. 

She truly longed for Kallian, hoping that he would claim her as urgently as he had done at the funeral in her past life. Everything had to happen before she could enter the Grand Duke’s mansion. 

She had to argue that she wasn’t pure, to get the marriage annulled. She had to degrade herself to free herself from the terrible life that awaited her. 

“…If you wish, I can even tell you how to bring down the Grand Duke of Ilmos.” 

At these words, Kallian’s eyes darkened further, their intensity deepening. 

‘This is it.’ 

Elliope was sure now. 

He really didn’t like Theodor. He might even want another Ilmos to become Grand Duke. 

“I know how to ruin him.” 

She was ready to explain the method in detail. There was no need for Theodor to die an elaborate death. 

There was no need to bother killing Theodor. The path to his downfall was already clear. 

And she had planned to refute Kallian’s claim that their relationship would never end. 

She would tell him that their relationship could indeed end – with a divorce. That all she had to do was stay by his side until the Grand Duke of Ilmos found a new bride, until it was certain that she was no longer a “commodity”. 

She would promise to let him go when that time came. 

That was what she wanted to say. 

“…!” 

But before she could finish, his heated lips consumed hers. 

It happened in an instant. 

“Mm… ah… ah!” 

His fiery, thick flesh pressed against her tender lips, penetrating them with a fervent intensity.

The heated flesh pressed against her tightly sealed lips, forcing them open with a tap against her clenched white teeth. It slid in, seeking out the tender, vulnerable flesh within, as if to savour and consume it. 

His tongue moved boldly, lifting hers without hesitation. She felt it brush the thin, delicate band beneath her tongue before curling around the tip of hers, drawing it into his. 

“Ah… ah, my lord…” 

Wet, muffled sounds escaped her parted lips, now powerless to resist. Her breath came in short gasps, as if she had sprinted at full speed. Instinctively, Elliope clasped Kallian’s hands around her face. 

But immediately afterwards, fearing it might be a sign of refusal, she let go quickly and nervously. 

At her reaction, Kallian only pushed deeper, his lips plunging further into her mouth. 

“Hah…” 

His kiss was nothing like the clumsy attempt she had made before. 

“Mm… ah…” 

It was consuming, overwhelming, leaving no room for her to catch her breath. 

The heated flesh knocked against her closed, white teeth, prying them open in the suddenness of the moment. Once inside, he explored, as if to savour and consume the soft, delicate flesh within. 

His tongue moved without hesitation, lifting hers with bold, sweeping movements. She felt it graze the thin band beneath her tongue, as if tracing it, before curling around the tip of her tongue and pulling it up with his own. 

“Ah… ah, my lord…” 

Wet, muffled sounds escaped her slightly parted lips, powerless against his advance. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, as if she had just sprinted at full speed. Unconsciously, Elliope gripped Kallian’s hands as they cradled her face, clutching them tightly. 

But almost immediately she released them, startled at the thought that her actions might seem like a rejection. 

In response, Kallian pressed deeper, his lips claiming hers with even greater fervour. 

“Hah…” 

His kisses were completely different to the awkward ones she had tried before. 

“Mm… ah…” 

Kallian was both skilled and clumsy, clumsy but skilled. 

It was as if a beast, driven by instinct, was seeking its mate. No one had taught him how, yet he seemed to know naturally how to explore the other’s body. 

“You were the one who spoke first.” 

The next moment, a deep, resonant voice pierced the air. 

Elliope, her gaze blurred and unfocused, forced strength into her eyes as she followed the sound. Warm breath brushed against her cheek, causing the fine hairs on her skin to stand on end. 

“You were the one who made the offer first.” 

Elliope’s body trembled at his words. 

‘I’m committing a sin.’ 

After all, she had seduced him. 

Under the guise of helping him to bring down Theodor, she had manipulated the loyal dog of the House of Ilmos to serve her own purposes. 

‘In my previous life, and now in this one as well.’ 

In this life, as well as in the funeral hall of her previous life, she used him as a tool to humiliate and defeat her husband. 

So part of her thought it might be better just to let him blame her like that. 

It was a small flicker of guilt she carried as the woman who had dragged a loyal and perfect knight, a commander, down to her level. 

Kallian bit Elliope’s lower lip again, as if demanding an answer. Warm breath flowed between her plump, reddened lips. 

A lukewarm liquid trickled from beneath her lips. 

For a moment, a vague fear swept through Elliope’s throat – the fear that her lip had been torn and was bleeding. 

But the liquid running down her chin, following the curve of her jaw and neck, wasn’t blood; it was her saliva. 

Before it could touch her heaving br*ast, Elliope whispered. Her words were muffled as her lips met his, but it was enough for Kallian to understand her response. 

“Yes.” 

“……” 

“If we’re going to do this…” 

For a brief moment, the moonlight that had been obscured by clouds reappeared, sweeping over her body. Its pale glow illuminated the br*ast wrapped in her black dress, then moved down, flickering like a teasing caress across her exposed thighs. 

The light revealed the blazing intensity in Kallian’s eyes, smoldering like fire. 

“It’s better… to do it properly.” 

Elliope spoke in a shaky voice, forcing the words out with difficulty as she steadied herself. 

Whoosh! 

Without warning, her body was lifted into the air. 

“My lord?” 

Strong, masculine fingers wrapped around her waist, pinning her down. 

Even though the sensation was felt through her chemise and dress, it burned as if it had touched her bare skin directly. The same seemed to be true for him, despite the thick gloves he wore. 

The hand at her side felt like an indelible brand, scorching her skin. 

“Ah!” 

Elliope let out an involuntary gasp. Her legs, suddenly lifted into the air, felt unsteady and uncertain. 

“Wait, my lord…” 

As she flailed aimlessly, her pale, slender bare leg, exposed through the slit of her dress, caught the moonlight and glowed even brighter. A long, shallow scar ran down her thigh, twisting like a crimson snake against her soft, pale skin. 

A low growl rumbled deep in Kallian’s throat at the sight. 

Elliope, unsure what to do with her suspended legs, kicked a few more times in nervous hesitation. 

“Ah…” 

Without a word, Kallian grabbed one of her thighs and pulled her towards him. His hands, rough and rugged in appearance, were unexpectedly soft to the touch. 

Soon Kallian’s solid body was nestled between Elliope’s legs. 

Elliope shivered at the intense heat emanating from him, which she could feel even through his armour, and instinctively wrapped herself around him. 

But no matter how hard she tried, her slender legs could barely wrap around his broad chest. In response, Kallian tightened his grip around her waist, pinning her down. 

“Ah…!” 

Elliope gasped sharply, catching her breath as she felt the flex of Kallian’s ribs and sides against her knees. The sensation of his fur-lined cloak brushing against her ankles was vivid, each coarse strand of fur tickling her heightened senses. 

All the while, her body – still lifted – was being carried towards the hut. 

Thud!

The door slammed shut behind her. 

The hut door swung open roughly and a sudden wave of warmth enveloped them. After being exposed to the cold dawn air, the heat felt almost overwhelming, almost suffocating. 

“Ah!” 

The tanned fur brushed against Elliope’s prominent shoulder blades. Before she knew it, she had been laid down on the many layers of fur spread across the floor. She took a deep breath, her chest rising as she tried to steady herself. 

“…!” 

But before she could catch her breath, her lips were captured again, consumed as if devoured. 

Her mouth felt unbearably small against the intrusion of Kallian’s tongue. Just a few bold strokes were enough to scrape her tender tongue and the comparatively firm roof of her mouth, leaving her completely at his mercy. 

“Mm, ah…” 

“……” 

“Mm…” 

As his tongue, sharpened as if to slash, brushed against her teeth, Elliope’s cheeks rose and fell in rhythm with his movements. Reflexively, she bit down lightly on his tongue as if in response, only to be startled and open her mouth wider in alarm. 

Kallian wasted no time, using the moment to press deeper, his tongue pressing firmly into the inner recess of her cheek. 

“Ha… hah… mmph…” 

Her chest tightened, sending a dull ache through her lungs. Her mind went blank for a moment, the intensity of the moment overwhelming her. 

The heat of his body settled over her trembling chest, and it wasn’t until he tipped her chin back with his hand that Elliope realised she was barely breathing. 

“Hah… ha…” 

The way his hand stroked and guided her neck upwards spoke volumes without the need for words – he was telling her to breathe. 

Obediently, she tilted her head back slightly and straightened her chest to take in air, only to feel his hands cupping her br*asts as if to claim them completely. 

Soon his forefinger was pressing firmly against the spot where her n*pple was hidden beneath the fabric, as if he knew her body intimately despite the barrier of her clothing. 

“Ahh!” 

A sharp cry escaped before she could stop it. The sound of her own voice instantly turned Elliope’s forehead, ears and upper chest a deep red. 

“Damn.”

Kallian muttered under his breath, his voice low as he took in the sight of her reaction. 

Then, cupping her br*asts with both hands, he leaned forward, his lips trailing down the nape of her neck and the curve of her upper chest. 

His lips, rough and firm, brushed repeatedly against her soft, delicate skin. Sometimes the kisses were gentle and light, as if to tease her, only to suddenly become forceful, his lips pressing hard against her flesh as if he were trying to consume her. 

Elliope shivered and buried her face in the fur beneath her, unable to withstand the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. 

As she lay down, her full, rounded br*asts shifted upwards, swelling invitingly. Each time Kallian bit down, her skin prickled with goosebumps and her br*asts reshaped under the pressure of his hands. 

When his crimson tongue licked between the soft, supple valley of her br*ast, making a wet, audible sound, her hips instinctively arched upward. 

“Mm… ah.” 

Elliope, feeling as if she might cry out, hastily raised her hands to cover her mouth. 

Kallian’s eyebrows twitched slightly at the sight, but he didn’t force her hands away. 

Instead, he became even more deliberate, his lips and tongue exploring her skin with unbridled fervour. His kisses and bites became relentless, to the point where it seemed impossible for her to keep her voice from breaking. 

“Hah… mmph…” 

Soon her chin, neck and upper chest were glistening with Kallian’s saliva. The light from the nearby fireplace caught the glow, making the w*tness all the more visible. 

“Hah…” 

Her shallow breaths filled the room, mingling with the faint crackling of the fire and the intoxicating tension between them. 

Every place his breath touched ignited a prickling heat, almost electric in its intensity. Elliope fought to suppress the moans that kept rising unbidden from the depths of her throat. 

Whoosh!  

In one swift motion, Kallian’s hand, which had been roaming the curves of her br*ast, grabbed the neckline of her dress and pulled it down.