“Hng.”

His lips touched her sensitive nape.

After the day he had made congestion marks too severely and Alix declared they should use separate rooms for a while, the frequency of him making marks had clearly decreased. But like this, whenever she seemed to forget, he would knead, chew, and s*ck as if marking his territory.

In the early days of marriage, not many would know that the high-necked tops that the Grand Duchess always wore and that became popular among northern women for a while were actually due to the Grand Duke’s persistent territorial marking.

The face lingering at her nape had no intention of falling away. Alix, who was weak to attacks on her neck and shoulders, trembled. To her heightened senses, even the soft blue-black hair tickling her chin was too stimulating.

“Ngh, how long are you going to do this!”

Lysander raised his head. His purple eyes held deep laughter.

“Naturally, shouldn’t I kiss you seven times seventy times?”

How creative. Anyway, his skill at interpreting things to his own advantage was excellent. The crooked thought couldn’t continue. Lysander put his large hand inside the deeply cut neckline of the dress and began to knead her br*ast.

“Ahh.”

He grinned wickedly and pulled at the clothes. The moment her voluptuous white br*ast popped out above the neckline, Lysander brought his lips to it.

“I’ll make you feel good.”

His pronunciation was muffled because he had a mouthful of flesh. Alix fluttered greatly.

Lysander instinctively grabbed the arms that pushed him away with one hand and held them firmly above. He slowly rolled his lips over her *reola as if he intended to enjoy himself leisurely.

“Ahh, hng!”

Lysander, who had been sucking for a while, only removed his mouth after the white br*ast had turned red. As soon as he released her arms, Alix hit Lysander’s chest hard. Of course, his solid chest didn’t even budge.

“We still have far to go to reach seventy times.”

At his brazen words, Alix glared at Lysander with reddened eyes.

“The prince only did it on the petals where the first dew formed. What are you doing going here and there like this?”

Lysander, who had been quietly listening to her grumbling mixed with scolding, nodded.

“Dew, is that so?”

He knelt down. Before she could realize what he was trying to do, he who had lowered his head swept away the voluminous skirt hem. In the blink of an eye, he buried his face under Alix’s skirt.

“Kyah, what are you doing right now—”

“Wait and see.”

He parted her legs and pulled down her underwear. Her secret place that was suddenly exposed to the outside air seemed to tremble. Lysander raised his hand and began to rub the secret crevice.

“Ah, hng, ahng!”

At the suddenly pouring pleasure, Alix let out a breaking m*an. Lysander, who had been playing with his fingers for a moment, withdrew them. Alix shuddered at the sudden, chilling sense of emptiness.

“Yes, the first dew has formed.”

His softly mischievous tongue traced intensely along the path where delicate fingers had just been.

“Ahng!”

Light flashed before her eyes. The moist, wet, and slippery sensation came hotly. Sticky pleasure surged up in an instant.

“Hng, there is……”

“Even here, you’re only sweet.”

He rolled his tongue softly over her skin once more. At the wet stimulation brushing over the sensitive spot, something that had been pooled in her stomach seemed to melt, and Alix trembled.

“Hng, Lysander.”

Lysander wiped away the love juices that had gushed out with his mouth as if they were precious. Every time his wet lips brushed her entrance, the sticky sensation was stimulating.

A strange pleasure intertwined with shame came tingling up Alix’s spine. The noble and stern master of the north was burying his face between her legs.

“Hng, Lysander, stop for a moment.”

He didn’t stop.

“The dew isn’t finished yet.”

His tongue poked her cl*toris. Reflexively, Alix let out a m*an.

“Hahh, ahng!”

Like ripe balsam flowers that burst and spit out seeds when pressed, every time he stimulated the swollen flesh, slippery and sticky fl*id flowed out. Lysander willingly drank in all the essence of pleasure that flowed out.

“Hng, hng, ngh.”

Only when sobbing mixed into Alix’s m*ans did Lysander raise his head.

“Why are you crying? You liked it.”

“Hng, it’s not that I hate it, but it’s strange. I told you to stop.”

Lysander looked at Alix who was protesting with slightly teary eyes. His glistening lips curved in an arc.

“Well, our princess’s lips say to stop, but……”

His elegant fingers caressed her entrance.

“This place seems to say not to, so I don’t know which to follow.”

His lips brushed once more over her twitching entrance.

“The way it moves seems like it’s asking to be entered.”

Lysander had already thrown off the clothes he was wearing. His center was already swollen and enlarged.

As if all the bothersome things had disappeared, Alix glared at him as he lifted her skirt while n*ked.

“Ngh, Lysander, you’re really bad.”

“I was originally a bad guy.”

Lysander spoke shamelessly and pressed his body close.

“Do you hate me because I’m a bad guy?”

His aroused length teased only the entrance, pressing as if it would enter but never quite doing so. Alix bit her lip. Finding the sight of her stifling m*ans between her teeth endearing, Lysander gave a wicked grin.

“Shall I not put it in?”

“……Really, are you going to do this?”

“If you don’t say anything, I’ll assume you hate it and stop.”

“……Put it in.”

As soon as she reluctantly opened her mouth, Lysander’s smile deepened. Immediately, his strong pillar penetrated inside.

“Ahh!”

Following her m*an, his waist thr*st up strongly. He penetrated deeply to the root, enough to feel the sensation of their pubic bones touching.

“Haah, Alix.”

Lysander growled lowly and pressed against her inner walls. Unlike his rough hip movements, the touch of his hand caressing her cheek was extremely respectful and precious.

Only when the voluminous skirt blocked her view did Alix suddenly realize she hadn’t even properly undressed. It was her first time being penetrated while still clothed. The realization brought a fresh wave of embarrassment—being fully dressed, with only her br*asts and s*x exposed, somehow felt even more shameful than being completely n*ked.

“Ngh, thinking about it, hng! The clothes are a bit……”

Within the sensation of pounding thr*sts, Alix continued speaking faithfully while squirming.

“The clothes, we should organize the clothes and continue— hng, it would be better……”

“Do the clothes seem to be in the way?”

Lysander swept away the skirt. After he seemed to stroke Alix’s pale thighs and calves for a moment, he suddenly lifted them and placed them on his shoulders.

“Ahh!”

With her legs suddenly raised, her secret place was fully exposed. Thanks to this, the skirt fell to her waist due to gravity, but the sensation of being thr*st into became deeper than ever. She had thought the sensation she’d felt so far was the limit, but there was more. Her shock was soon swept away by the rushing sensation.

“Hng, too, too deep.”

The sensation of being pounded to the very root was vivid. Her head tilted back.

Lysander’s hand caressed the line of her waist. The hand that had been caressing her smooth waist, stomach, and navel gradually moved up and traced her br*asts. The touch stimulating her sensitively raised peaks added fuel to the igniting pleasure.

“Alix.”

Even his quietly calling voice seemed to make her burn up. Alix reached out her arms and embraced Lysander. Her fingertips brushed his back that was solidly built with muscle.

More than any caress, what excited him most was the touch of his beloved wife, so Lysander breathed heavily.

Soon, Alix trembled and collapsed from pleasure that exceeded her limits. After confirming that she had reached cl*max, Lysander briefly increased his speed, then soon poured over her body.

“I love you.”

Lysander whispered in Alix’s ear.

“Meeting you was the greatest fortune of my life.”

Alix, who had been breathing heavily, embraced him more strongly instead of answering.