Seraphina swallowed hard when she saw the man’s bare torso.

The Crown Prince was perfect.

Someone had once said as much — she couldn’t remember who — but whoever it was, they had chosen their words well. Bathed in sunlight streaming through the window, Damian’s body appeared to be perfection incarnate.

The only other n*ked men Seraphina had ever seen were statues enshrined in temples. But Damian’s body could not be compared to stone.

He had broad shoulders and a firm chest beneath them, and his upper body was defined by sharply sculpted abdominal muscles — powerful and solid yet without an ounce of excess fat. His long arms were packed with dense muscle — strong enough to lift a grown woman effortlessly into his embrace.

When Seraphina stared openly at him, Damian’s lips curved faintly. As though giving her time to take him in properly, he slowly wrapped his fingers around the buckle of his trousers.

When he undid it and released what had been held captive—

With a dull, heavy motion, a long, rigid p*nis sprang free.

“I’m yours, Sephi.”

Damian said in a low, hoarse voice, wrapping his hand around his er*ect p*nis. It pressed up against his abdomen. Startled by the sight of a n*ked man aroused for the first time, Seraphina turned her head away.

He bent forward and whispered,

“Have you forgotten? You used to like it when I pushed it all the way inside.”

“I… don’t remember.”

Seraphina shook her head faintly, still dazed. At that, his gaze deepened.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you remember.”

Damian murmured softly as he lowered himself. Positioning himself between her legs, he reached for the hem of her gown.

Brushing his fingers lightly over her pale pink toes and ankles, he gently pushed up the flowing skirt of her slip. As the silk slid aside, first her calves and then her thighs were revealed.

“Your Highness?”

Seraphina panicked at the exposed feeling between her legs and tried to draw her thighs together. But with Damian seated firmly between her legs, she couldn’t move.

His gaze was fixed unblinkingly on the place where her legs began.

‘Ah—if this keeps up…!’

He would see it.
He would see how soaked her underwear was.

She had wet herself while kissing the Crown Prince.

Flustered, Seraphina hurriedly lifted her upper body.

“Your Highness, please stop— ah…!”

The strength drained from her raised hand and she fell back with a soft thud. The moment she called out to him, she was hit in the lungs by his overpowering pheromones.

“Haah…”

Dazed and intoxicated, Seraphina lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her head was spinning, preventing her from thinking straight.

“It’s all right, Sephi. You’ll remember everything soon.”

Damian spoke in an even, measured tone as he lifted her knees and positioned them upright. Despite being clearly aroused, he remained astonishingly composed.

He licked his lips once, then lowered his head between her legs. When his fingers pressed firmly against her damp underwear, Seraphina’s hips jerked upwards.

“Ah—!”

She clutched the sheets, a moan escaping her lips. As the Crown Prince gently brushed the slick fabric, she felt a fresh wave of wetness bloom.

He slowly traced her perineum through the damp cloth, his voice low and steady.

“Not ‘Your Highness.’ Damian. You’re supposed to call me Damian.”

Tears welled in Seraphina’s eyes. She was hurt by the Crown Prince’s teasing. He had led her to believe that he would give her anything, and now he was tormenting her by dragging it out and leaving her desperate. He was cruel. Mean.

“Say my name, Sephi. Hmm?”

“Hh—!”

Her pale hand clenched the sheets tightly. Her hips lifted helplessly and her toes curled.

Yet the Crown Prince did no more than tease her through the thin fabric. He was clearly capable of going further, but was deliberately holding back, as though to provoke her.

“Da… Damian…!”

At last, Seraphina gave in. She could not resist the overwhelming pleasure and ass*ult of pheromones.

When she called his name, she heard him chuckle softly in reply.

“That’s it. You can remember things one by one like this.”

Nonsense!

Pure nonsense!

What are you talking about?

Seraphina couldn’t remember anything — not how she had married him, nor what he had done to wrong her.

Yet the Crown Prince looked utterly satisfied with that response alone, as though hearing her say his name had given him the world.

Seraphina glared up at him, her eyes flickering with resentment.

He lowered his face towards hers and brushed aside her wet underwear.

“…!”

Seraphina sucked in a sharp breath the moment his wet tongue touched her most intimate place.

The Crown Prince… here?

It was something she had never even imagined. She herself had never properly seen what lay there. It was private and embarrassing and was meant to remain hidden.

And yet here she was, exposing that part of her body to the Crown Prince in broad daylight and allowing him to lick her there. Even if it was due to pheromones, the shock alone was enough to make her feel as though she might faint.

“Your Highness! Your Highness!”

Panicking, Seraphina flailed her legs. But her slender limbs could only thrash helplessly through the air. They could not stop the Crown Prince, whose hands held her thighs firmly apart.

Worse still, amid her frantic resistance, the dizzying pleasure he was giving her threatened to overwhelm her.

When he slowly dragged his tongue along the folds of her inner lips and pressed it firmly against her cl*toris, she nearly lost her breath.

Because she was struggling, her slip had ridden up completely, exposing her br*asts, which bounced freely. Shameless moans spilled from her lips without restraint. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure, Seraphina cried out tearfully, unable to hold herself together any longer.

“D-Damian! Please!”

“Hah… please, what?”

Fortunately — or unfortunately — this time, Damian actually listened when the Crown Prince called his name. Tears streamed down Seraphina’s face as she begged him.

“Please… stop…”

“It’s been a long time. I need to loosen you up properly.”

“You don’t have to—just please!”

She cried out, her words no longer making sense. In contrast, Damian wore a thoughtful and composed expression.

Releasing her thighs, he reached for a pillow and slid it beneath her hips.

This caused her body to arch before him, her legs spread and her waist lifted, leaving her in an obscenely exposed position. Mortified, she tried to move away from the pillow, but Damian held her slender waist in place.

Then, into the entrance from which she could no longer retreat, he slowly pressed in a single finger.

“Hngh…!”

Seraphina clenched her teeth at the unfamiliar sensation of a finger parting her sensitive flesh. Her inner walls clenched around the invading finger instinctively.

Although it was a sensation she had never experienced before, it didn’t feel entirely foreign. The relentless thirst that had been tormenting her seemed to ease, if only slightly.

Damian watched her uneven breathing with focused attention, then slid in another finger.

“Ah…!”

As the intrusion deepened, Seraphina’s eyes flew open. When he began to move his fingers slowly in and out, obscene, breathless sounds slipped from her lips.

Forgetting entirely how exposed and indecent her posture was, Seraphina began to rock her hips wildly, chasing the overwhelming sensation.

“H-hngh, ah!”

“It’s been a while, but… hngh. I was worried. I don’t know if I should put it in yet…”

“P-Put it in… please…!”

Tears streamed down Seraphina’s face as she pleaded with him. For some reason, however, he hesitated, deliberately drawing out the moment. Gasping for breath, she glared up at him, resentful that he had pulled back at the most critical moment.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Seraphina reached out and grabbed his arm.

“Please, Damian!”

At her desperate grip, Damian’s brows knitted together. After holding himself back for so long, he finally stood up straight and lifted his upper body. He withdrew his fingers from between her legs and wrapped his hand around his aroused p*nis.