Chapter 3.3

As her n*pples hardened, Dein exhaled a satisfied breath on her neck, quickening his movements.

He grabbed her n*pples with his thumb and index finger, pulling and pressing her br*asts into his hand.

His actions, filled with lust and his unrestrained attitude due to his impatience for her, were bold.

There was no need to doubt the confession that passed like a storm. The passion that swept through her body made Violet’s solitary struggle with unrequited love seem meaningless.

But unlike last night, she was calm now. Though still mentally scattered, her thoughts were organized, and the dazed drunkenness was gone.

Knowing his feelings overwhelmed her, but there was something she needed to confirm before being swept away.

Even if the feelings between her sister and Dein weren’t true, the reason for the rumors was his eligibility.

That was true even if it didn’t involve marrying Olivia.

“Huh, wait. Just a moment!”

“No. I’ve been holding back since waking up. I wasn’t even in my right mind, tense about how to have you. There’s no more waiting.”

His hands moved even more blatantly. The hand that had been kneading her br*ast and stroking her side and belly tried to move lower.

“Wait, uh, really, just a moment, ugh, I have something to ask.”

She pleaded, suppressing the moans that threatened to escape. Fortunately, the mention of a question rather than a refusal made him reluctantly wait for Violet’s words.

Though he suppressed his breath that seemed ready to pounce at any moment.

“Sir Dein, then… what do you think about the throne?”

“I don’t quite understand the meaning of the question.”

“Do you… want the throne?”

He was already in a position where no one could talk about his lineage or roots.

Dein read the concern in her cautious question and replied calmly.

“What if I say I want it? What if I said I’d go against His Majesty and the First Princess?”

“……”

Depending on the circumstances, it could be a blatant declaration of treason. Violet’s jewel-like violet eyes shook rapidly.

Unlike the agitated Violet, Dein was calm.

He wasn’t offended by her seemingly suspicious question; he merely waited for Violet’s answer with an oddly expectant look.

Violet cautiously opened her lips, subtly gauging his reaction to his relaxed inquiry.

“Sir Dein, do you not want to be just a Princess’s husband?”

Ah. Perhaps she wasn’t wrong.

The man blinked slowly with sharp eyes, twitching the corners of his mouth that had stretched straight.

“If I say I’d like to be just a Princess’s husband, will you marry me?”

Violet quickly nodded. Her violet eyes sparkled slightly with excitement.

“We’ll pretend the engagement cancellation never happened.”

“Yes.”

As he confirmed and received her answer, Dein’s lips gradually curled into a smile.

“We’ll do it as originally planned.”

When she nodded for the last time, he finally nodded with satisfaction at receiving the answer he wanted.

“Then it’s settled.”

“Really? Is that really enough? You don’t want the throne?”

“I’ll make it clear.”

Dein leaned down, lightly sucking her lips before releasing them.

“The only thing I’ve ever said I wanted, out of my own mouth, is you, Violet Ryle.”

The sincere and passionate confession left Violet momentarily dazed. From the blatant intimacy to the feelings he continuously revealed, his words defined the truth clearly.

As all confusion was sorted out, the truth she most desired finally embedded itself firmly in her heart.

He said he liked her. He said he wanted her.

Violet never imagined her unrequited love, her first love, which she thought she had to give up, would be fulfilled in this way.

For the past two years, she had gradually decided on an impossible abandonment.

Knowing that all of it was in vain filled her heart with overwhelming joy.

“I’m confessing, so did you understand?”

As the silence lengthened, Dein grew impatient. He had waited too long to be patient now.

Violet finally opened her mouth to his dissatisfied urging.

“I understood.”

“Then why haven’t you answered?”

“Because I can’t believe it…”

“What do you mean you can’t believe it when I’ve been clinging to you like a dog in heat since yesterday?”

“It’s not that, it’s because I’m happy.”

“……”

“I’m so happy I can’t believe it. It’s something I never expected.”

Answering with a slightly trembling voice, Violet met Dein’s gaze. The man, who had momentarily stiffened at her answer, soon smiled broadly.

“Then I’ll make you believe it. By the end of the banquet, you’ll believe it properly. It’ll be engraved on your body.”

She had answered that she was happy. That meant she felt the same way he did. There was no reason to stop anymore.

Dein swiftly pulled back the blanket that wrapped around her.

“Ah!”

When her n*ked body was suddenly exposed, Violet screamed in surprise, crossing her arms over herself, but Dein was faster.

He grabbed both her wrists, lowering his face to her chest, and took her n*pple and ar*ola into his mouth at once.

Pressing his face against her flesh, he rolled his tongue inside his mouth. Licking the bumpy flower base, he pursed his lips and pulled the peak with his lips.

“Ah!”

The sudden attack left Violet unable to gather her wits. As he pulled, blood rushed back to the tip of her br*ast.

Her body instinctively leaned back. But when she tried to pull away, Dein didn’t retreat; he followed closely, sucking her br*ast more intensely. As the man’s weight pressed down, her slender body lost its balance and quickly tilted backward.

Violet lay on the bed, completely restrained beneath him. Dein sucked her br*ast like a nursing child.

“Huh, uh, ugh!”

One hand that had held her wrist moved down and kneaded the opposite br*ast. He rubbed the n*pple back and forth with one finger, pinched and pulled it between two fingers.

Violet’s heated body twitched. She wanted to escape the tickling pleasure, but all she could do was tremble and moan, pressed beneath Dein’s body.

She tried to push him away with her freed hand, but it was a futile struggle. Dein pretended to be pushed away, pulling the n*pple in his mouth and then pressing it down again, repeating the lewd teasing.

“Huh, uh…”

The rising excitement frightened Violet. It reminded her of how he had driven her several times until dawn.

As she recalled falling asleep in his arms until dawn, her lower body involuntarily tightened.

“Hah.”

Dein, who had been sucking her n*pple until it swelled, exhaled heavily and reluctantly released his lips.

As he moved to adjust his posture, a slight gap formed. Violet tried to escape the overwhelming pleasure.

She tried to turn over and crawl away from his arms and the bed, but it was a futile struggle. She only ended up writhing within his embrace.

“Ah!”

Dein pulled her pelvis back. Her body was drawn closer to him than the distance she had tried to escape, unintentionally leaving her in an embarrassing position with her hips raised towards him.

“Please let go, Sir Dein!”

“You said you were happy, that you wanted to do it with me, so why are you running away?”

Though it was indeed what she had said, removing the word “marriage” created a significant misunderstanding. A very lewd misunderstanding.

Violet looked up at him with a face full of injustice and shame.

“It’s not that I’m running away, it’s just too much. Yesterday was so sudden and until dawn… uh, ugh!”

Dein spread her hips and inserted his fingers into her private area as he listened to her plea.

The foreign object invading her moist insides was forceful and unrestrained.

“If it’s too much, just stay still and receive it. I’ll do the thrusting and finish myself.”

His words gradually became rough and explicit, and his fingers moved accordingly.

He stirred her already wet insides, rubbing the trembling inner walls with his fingertips.

“It’s already dripping wet, so it’s fine. Whether it’s remnants from last night or something you’re leaking again, I don’t know.”

“Huh, ugh!”

“I did clean you up, but I didn’t scrape the inside. I held back, fearing I’d bury myself in your sleeping body.”

Though his words were polite, there was no sense of decorum or dignity. As his excitement grew, his true nature kept revealing itself.

“Sir Dein, have you always been like this, uh, in character?”

She asked with tear-filled eyes, and suddenly, his stimulating hand stopped.

“Then, do you dislike it?”

As always, his gaze seemed to observe her intently. However, the tone of his voice was oddly subdued, mixed with anxiety rather than expectation.

Despite her confusion, Violet quickly opened her mouth.

“It’s just that you’re so different from the one I knew…”

“So, do you dislike it because it’s different?”

“Ah, wait… huh!”

His fingers swiftly withdrew from her body. But before the narrow hole could close, something incomparable to his fingers touched the entrance.

Unlike the chaotic day before, her senses were much clearer today. The blunt head wedged at the entrance hinted at its size, and Violet’s face turned pale.

“No. It won’t fit, something like that!”

“How can that be? Have you already forgotten how you eagerly tasted it yesterday?”

“Ugh, don’t say that…”

“Do you dislike it? Because it’s lewd and vulgar?”

The throbbing organ attempted to enter. The sensation of the hole stretching and the sloshing sound at the entrance stimulated Violet’s ears.