A small cry slipped out as he suddenly thrust upward from below. The thick, heavy pressure—so intense It felt like it could pass right through her – stirring up a dangerous mixture of anticipation and fear.

“I’m not the only one who’s wet…”

Her voice trailed off as the carriage shook, pressing him even harder against her most sensitive, exposed spot.

A slick thread of moisture stretched between them like a spider’s web, clinging and pulling as the fabric shifted.

It was too much – far too much to have come from her alone.

Just as she opened her mouth to protest, a large hand covered it, gently but firmly.

“Shh. No need to put on a show for the coachman.”

His lips – parted like soft rose petals – curved into a mischievous smile as he licked her skin.

With his free hand, he pulled down his briefs.

What had been half contained now jumped free, hitting her lower abdomen with force and heat.

Had he not silenced her, a scream would surely have risen from her throat.

“My apologies, miss, how terribly rude of me.”

Despite the polite tone of his voice, there was no disguising the lewd intent simmering beneath.

And, as always, Regina’s eyes were drawn to his deceptively charming face – captivated, as if staring at a mask too beautifully made to be real.

Her skin was so pale and clear that a single touch seemed to leave a mark, and her hair was as fine and soft as silk.

Her petite frame, her graceful limbs, delicate as porcelain… The soft glow of her rose-tinted eyelids, the fluttering tips of her long lashes – they stirred something deep in his chest, something dangerously tender.

He wanted more than anything to pin her down and lose himself in her. But he held back with everything he had, afraid that if he let go of his mind, he would destroy her, he might break her.

And of course, that fragile self-control only made the fire inside him burn hotter – more violently, more uncontrollably.

“Ah, Gray…”

The carriage began to sway violently as it rolled over a rough patch of road, and even the slightest movement caused the parts of them that touched to rub against each other, intensifying the sensation.

Taking advantage of the movement, he shifted his angle slightly, teasing her soft, plump v*gina with a few slow, deliberate motions.

Regina’s eyes quickly lost focus, her pupils clouding with a dazed, overwhelmed glaze.

Ah, he was losing his mind. He barely managed to hold back the overwhelming urge to thrust into her, settling instead for a slow, trembling movement of his hips.

He pressed against her soft folds, rubbing over them again and again, and from beneath the hand covering her mouth, a muffled cry escaped.

The warmth between them spread, slick and wet, soaking her thighs.

“If anyone saw me now, they’d think I was the one who was soaked. I’m a mess… Do you enjoy turning your husband into a pathetic little fool?”

Regina’s eyes widened at his words. Every time he let something so shameless slip, it always took her by surprise.

She probably had no idea – no idea – how pathetic it was that this common merchant, whose life revolved around money, was still desperately trying to live up to the standards of a noble lady, poor and orphaned though she was.

The carriage shook violently, and when its wheels struck a rock, it lurched hard, just enough for him to slip halfway into her, only to be pulled out again by the sudden movement.

It happened in an instant, but the shock of it made her vision almost go black.

If he held back any longer, out of restraint, out of consideration for her, he felt he might lose control completely. He was on the edge – a breath away from breaking.

“Spread them wider. Your legs.”

Regina trembled beneath him, her body unsteady as she tried to make sense of his words.

After a moment, she seemed to grasp only part of what he meant – hesitantly parting her slender calves.

A delicate pink blush peeked out between them, framed by soft curls of the same shade as her hair.

The sight of it drove him mad, unravelling what little control he had left.

“You really underestimate your husband.”

He pressed his broad frame tightly against her, and her thighs instinctively spread wider.

She wasn’t fully relaxed yet, but she was wet enough that it probably wouldn’t hurt.

Clinging to that fragile justification, he began to thrust slowly.

“…!”

Her body, which had been as supple as a willow branch, suddenly stiffened. He could tell from her wide eyes and trembling breath how overwhelmed she was.

But if anyone had been tense for a long time, it was him – so he relieved his guilt with a tender kiss.

Thanks to the rocking of the carriage, he didn’t have to force it – he could gradually push himself deeper. Slowly but surely he continued his insistent advance, widening the narrow space inside her.

“Stop, no more…”

Even without Regina flinching, he could tell – they had reached the end.

He was so excited that his ears rang like bells and his forehead felt hot.

What kind of woman could make someone feel like that?

He couldn’t wait for her to adjust – impatiently, he began to push himself in.

The thickest part of his p*nis slipped out, only to be thrust back in again and again.

As he stretched her entrance to the point of rupture, pressing against the spot where all her nerves converged, Regina arched her neck and shook uncontrollably.

“Already? It’s too fast.”

His teasing words faded. Her already tight walls trembled of their own accord, clutching and massaging him with a sensation so intense it felt almost savage.

His eyes immediately rolled back. Gripping her slender waist with both hands, he began to thrust upward into her. She, who had just been in a state of bliss, was pulled down violently, gasping for breath on top of him.

“Ugh! No, not yet…….”

Pleasure was forced back into her before the afterglow had even faded, sending a shiver through her entire body.

It felt as if he was in complete control, free to play with every exposed vulnerability, tossing her around with ruthless precision.

The overwhelming ecstasy bordered on agony, but her body responded on its own, pulling her deeper.

“Ah, damn it.”

His jaw, once sharp and composed, now jutted out – tight from how hard he clenched his teeth.

The inner walls, once touched by bliss, now clung to him with a heat and suppleness far beyond anything he had experienced before – shamelessly coaxing him, as if begging to draw out the seed of a powerful man.

It was a wild, intoxicating contrast to the quiet, graceful woman he thought he knew – and it drove him mad with desire.

Clasping her round, apple-like cheeks, he began to thrust into her with feverish intensity.

Regina let out a cry at the overwhelming depth of his thrust – it felt as if he was reaching into her very soul.

She writhed beneath him, pushing at his shoulder in protest, but her trembling hands were too weak – it looked more like a plea than resistance.

Her br*asts, perfectly gathered over her underwear, swayed seductively with the jolt of the carriage.

Unable to resist, he buried his face in them.

As he pulled her underwear down with his teeth, those breathtakingly beautiful br*asts spilled into view, taking his breath away.

The pleasure was so intense it drove him mad.

He clung to her hungrily, sinking his teeth into her as her unmistakable scent rose to meet him.

It was a delicate blend of soap, milk and soft flowers – so intoxicating it made his mouth water.

He sucked deeply, flicking his tongue over her tender skin, and she let out a choked sob.

“Ah, it hurts…”

“Damn.”

Something about being in the carriage seemed to make him feel more powerful. He tried to relax, softening his touch, planting soft kisses against her skin as he rocked her gently.

But her soft sobs didn’t stop.

And then it hit him – the problem wasn’t how he touched her elsewhere, it was his p*nis, ramming into her like an angry bull.

“Ugh, I think I’m going to die.”

Unfortunately, it was something he couldn’t bring himself to let go of.

So instead he thought – if she felt like she was going to die from it, why not make her love it so much that it destroyed her completely?

Like an experienced negotiator, he quickly found his own solution and slipped his hand under her skirt.

His fingers, slow and deliberate, moved like a snake curling around ripe raspberries, gently exploring the tender, swollen valley between her thighs.

The sound of her breathing in his ear grew lighter, tinged with a curious, trembling desire – and it held him spellbound.

“Ah, no…!”
“What’s not okay? This is perfectly natural between husband and wife.”

Regina’s reddened eyes were filled with tears rolling down her cheeks. As he gently scratched her cl*t with his long, elegant fingers and buried his p*nis inside her, she truly felt like she was going to die.

She wondered if her head was damaged. Unpredictable, uncontrollable pleasure bombarded her body mercilessly.

“Sh*t, no! What’s going to come out…”

A tingling sensation – sharp and almost unbearable – swept across her lower abdomen like a pulling tide, bringing a rush of fear and desperation.

She was terrified that she would lose control… and humiliate herself utterly.

“Grey, please!”

She cried out, trying to pull away. But his arms, wrapped tightly around her waist, were unrelenting, and his grip showed no sign of loosening.

The heat of his sweat-soaked skin, the solid weight of his chest pressing against her, and the raw hunger in his eyes consumed her completely.

And then he looked up – with that mad, lustful smile – and it was too much. A sudden wave of heat surged through her, and before she could stop it, it spilled over in his abdomen.

“Ah… ah.”

Regina let out moaning cries, shaking from several convulsions. She couldn’t even tell if what was running down her face was tears, sweat or her own saliva.

Her body felt like a wet sponge, drained of everything – and like any sponge that’s been wrung out, she looked pale and exhausted.

“My God.”

She had just come down from a climax so intense it felt like it could cut her life short. After gasping for breath a few times, her vision began to clear.

‘What have I done?’