Alix, who answered calmly to Lysander’s small protest, tugged at the buttons of his shirt. In an instant, his bare upper body was revealed. As always, it was solid and bumpy yet broad, a size that was good for both holding and being held.

As if feeling her gaze, Lysander’s solid chest rose greatly. Alix looked at it with mischievous eyes, then brought her lips to its peak.

“Ngh.”

Lysander moaned. Alix had gently bitten his n*pple with her front teeth so it wouldn’t hurt.

“Ngh, Alix.”

The anxious voice was unclear whether it meant to stop or continue. As Alix paid no mind and slowly caressed the opposite side with her fingertips, the m*ans echoing from deep in his throat became deeper. Alix spoke teasingly.

“You do this every day, Lysander.”

She seemed to understand why he always obsessively bit and sucked her br*asts and nape. How seductive her husband looked, trembling and moaning while soaked in pleasure.

Alix, who smiled mischievously, stroked his exposed broad back. Lysander, who breathed heavily at the touch tracing along his spine, grabbed Alix.

In an instant, her vision flipped as if swept away by fierce currents. Lysander, who had somehow thrown off his remaining clothes and came close, pulled at Alix’s robe. The cloth that had been clinging to her skin after absorbing water instantly floated away.

Lysander, who covered Alix like a wave, pushed her to the bathtub wall. Even in the midst of this, he preciously wrapped her back as if he couldn’t tolerate even the slightest bump, but thanks to this, their two bodies wet with warm water were in close contact. She could even feel his solid chest muscles rippling. Anticipation swelled along the parts that touched, rubbed, and pressed against each other.

At that moment, Lysander raised his body. Water droplets slid down his statue-like form. He seated Alix on the edge of the bathtub and knelt at her feet. Like a siren tempting sailors, only Lysander’s bare upper body rose above the water surface.

He grabbed Alix’s ankle. And he began to caress her white calf that floated above the water surface. Following his hand movements that stroked her skin and pressed firmly, thin pleasure layered like paint.

Lysander, who had been caressing her soft feet, kissed her instep with a peck.

“Ngh!”

At the tickling stimulation, Alix let out a small m*an. His lips continued to descend. Gradually from her instep to her calf. Lysander, who kissed above her pink-flushed knee, raised his gaze to meet Alix’s eyes. Those eyes seemed to bite. Her senses, which had become languid in the warm bath water, gradually began to sharpen.

Lysander, who had somehow sat beside her after parting the water, suddenly lifted her waist. To the startled Alix, Lysander whispered.

“The floor is too hard for you to just sit on.”

Lysander seated Alix on his thighs. In an instant, she was sitting on his knees. Was he planning to use himself as a cushion? Alix, who rolled her eyes, leaned her body against him, and solid arms grabbed her waist, binding her.

Their two gazes met. Their faces immediately touched, and their tongues intertwined. His tongue, which intertwined greedily as if wanting to devour her to the roots, created sticky sounds.

She felt like melting from just the kiss. Lysander swept back Alix’s wet hair as she panted. The hand that cupped her cheek stroked her neckline, caressed her round shoulders, then grasped her br*ast.

“Hng.”

At the groping touch, Alix twisted her body. Meanwhile, Lysander’s other hand went downward. Long fingers began to rub between her legs. They slipped through the closed gap and pressed the sensitive part like a button.

“Ahhh!”

The scream-like m*an she let out echoed off the bathroom walls. Alix was startled by the sound she had made, but Lysander didn’t stop. As if he would make it so she had no mind to worry about such things. The fingers that had been tormenting the sensitive part for a while headed toward the entrance of her secret place.

“You’re already wet.”

Along with his quiet voice, his finger slipped into her p*ssy. At the end of the now-familiar foreign sensation, rich pleasure began to form. His hand movements that groped her inner walls as if he knew well where she liked it even gave her goosebumps.

“Hng.”

Alix, who gritted her teeth and barely swallowed her m*an, put her hand underwater as if to pay him back and stroked Lysander’s thigh. Lysander’s startled hand withdrew. Along with it, she felt the manhood that had risen between her spread legs writhing.

Alix lifted her pale legs and wrapped them around his solid waist. The c*ck that had been hesitating at the entrance soon penetrated inside.

Dull pleasure rushed in. Along with the sound of the water surface breaking, her waist held by strong arms swayed.

With her body vertical like this, the sensation of sliding out and then thrusting back in was several times more stimulating than when lying down and receiving him.

Hot fullness welled up along the strong pillar that swept through her inner flesh without missing a spot. Her body seemed to float from the tightly filled sensation. As she swayed frantically on top of him, she instinctively embraced Lysander’s head, the support in front of her eyes.

Lysander, whose face was buried in Alix’s chest, didn’t miss the opportunity and bit the br*ast swaying before his eyes with his mouth. Alix hastily twisted her body, but Lysander didn’t let go. Rather, more actively than usual, he sucked as if drinking fruit juice, then rubbed with his lips and lightly bit. At his tongue tip that rolled as if wrapping around her n*pple, Alix couldn’t hold back and let out a m*an.

“Ahng.”

The suppressed m*an was quieter than the sound of the splashing water. Seeing Alix gritting her teeth and trying not to make loud sounds, Lysander’s lips curved in a small arc.

“Alix.”

“Ngh, yes.”

“This time too, you have to call my name.”

Lysander particularly liked it when she called his name whenever they made love. As if confirming the fact that he belonged to her.

“Ngh, here, the sound echoes……”

Though Alix usually responded well, this time was different. In the marble walls filled with steam, even small cries echoed loudly. Quiet conversation might be one thing, but screaming his name while intoxicated with pleasure was no different from advertising for everyone outside to hear.

“Hng, outside, what if everyone hears……”

The more she spoke, the more she felt the swollen manhood expanding even larger inside. At the feeling of being filled tightly as if reaching the ceiling, by the time she finished speaking, she was almost sobbing. Seeing her wet eyelashes trembling, Lysander grinned wickedly.

“What does it matter?”

“Hng!”

Lysander thr*st his hips upward forcefully. As Alix instinctively arched back from the intense sensation, he gripped her waist and whispered.

“How about advertising my name once so the whole village knows? They should at least know the name of the Grand Duke who came to rule them.”

“What kind of—ngh!”

At the heat thrusting in once more, a m*an leaked between her clenched lips.

“Ahng!”

Lysander, who held his squirming wife, brought his lips to Alix’s ear as if whispering sweet nothings. Hot breath scattered near her ear.

“You have to call my name.”

“Hng, I can’t. Let me go.”

“I won’t let you go until my name comes from your lips.”

The pounding sensation gradually became unbearable. Even the sensation of their hot bodies touching all over was vivid.

“Answer me. Who is the person holding you right now?”

“Ahh, Lysander!”

She finally screamed his name as if collapsing. The corners of the mouth of the man holding her rose.

“See. You do it so well.”

“Hng, Lysander. You, hng, really, are too much.”

Her fingertips that embraced his solid shoulders scratched down his back. Lysander paid no mind and stabbed at the deepest and most sensitive place.

“Ahng, Lysander!”

She screamed for a while as if breaking free from his bonds. The higher her voice became, the more skillful and persistent his hip movements became. Finally, when overwhelming cl*max rushed over her, she collapsed into her husband’s arms. Right after her cl*max, the thing that had filled her inside also writhed and spat out its fl*id.

Alix, who had been catching her breath for a moment while embraced against his broad chest, let out a deep sigh.

“We’ll have to wash again.”

There was no problem with washing again itself. They could just drain the water through the pipes and refill it.

However, thinking of the voice that must have echoed resoundingly throughout this entire villa made her endlessly embarrassed. It wasn’t like she was advertising the fact that they had marital relations in the bathroom. Lysander, who had been watching Alix frown, grinned wickedly.

“Alix, shall I tell you a secret?”

“What secret?”

“This bathroom has soundproofing magic cast on it.”

“What?”

Alix, who questioned as if doubting her ears, sat down with a dumbfounded expression. Then, being startled by the echoing sounds, gritting her teeth and holding back her m*ans — it had all been in vain. Lysander, who had been watching her with a chuckle, spoke cheekily.

“I’m sorry for not telling you beforehand. But that’s because you’re too adorable.”

“Really, you……”

What stopped her scolding words were greedy lips. Lysander, who devoured her once more as if swallowing her, parted his lips and smiled languidly.

“Now, you can call my name to your heart’s content.”

“Wait, Lysan……”

The next words disappeared once again into the lips that collided with hers and the hot steam rising from the bathtub. The Grand Duke couple’s vacation ripened in such a way.

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