“I’ll go slowly.”

As soon as Damian had finished speaking, the slick, fluid-coated tip of his p*nis pressed forward between her tightly drawn folds.

Contrary to his concerns, it slid in smoothly. Hard and searingly hot, he pushed aside her inner walls, which had tightened again, and advanced inward at a deliberate pace, sinking deeper with each careful inch.

With each inch that his shaft clung to her slick inner flesh and edged farther inside, an embarrassing, wet sound rose from below.

“Hh…!”

Seraphina clutched the sheets. Just as he had promised, Damian entered her slowly and carefully. Beads of sweat gathered on his smooth brow, and the veins stood out along his straight neck.

How much time passed like that?

Just as the sensation of being completely opened up and filled threatened to overwhelm her—

“Huh… huff…”

Finally, Damian stopped moving and took a deep breath. It seemed that the insertion was complete.

Dazed, Seraphina reached down to her lower abdomen.

His p*nis was fully inside her, filling her completely. The unfamiliar fullness and pressure were overwhelming. She could vividly feel her inner walls twitching and clinging tightly around him as if unwilling to let go.

And yet, even now, Seraphina could hardly believe it.

There she was, joined to the Crown Prince.

More accurately, it didn’t feel real.

What had happened during the time she had lost her memories?

How had she become an Omega, and how had the Crown Prince married her?

He had promised to help her remember, yet even now, after becoming one with him, no memories had returned.

Only this:

She felt no aversion to what they were doing.

An immense pleasure was surging through her, making every cell in her body feel light and buoyant, wave after wave.

“Is… is it over…?”

After the procedure, Damian lay perfectly still, focusing only on steadying his breathing. Seraphina spoke up cautiously.

His size was so overwhelming that having him inside her was enough. If that was all it was going to be, she wanted him to pull out.

But when she asked him, Damian did not move.

Instead, he frowned, looking incredulous as though he could scarcely believe what he had just heard.

“…Are you serious?”

“…What?”

“So you truly don’t remember anything at all.”

In response to Seraphina, Damian let out a hollow laugh. Murmuring bitterly, he reached out and grasped her ankle. She was wondering about this strange act when she felt her slender ankle fit easily into his hand.

“Ah…!”

The object filling her tight channel slid back sharply before thrusting forward again in one swift motion. Startled, Seraphina’s mouth fell open and she let out a cry.

“Hah— ngh— ah!”

A pleasure of an entirely different magnitude flooded through her, scattering her thoughts. The sensation of his thrusting deep inside her, stretching and pressing her inner walls, made her feel as though her mind was about to shatter — no, as though it already had.

Damian fixed his gaze on her and increased his pace. His p*nis moved rapidly in and out of her, her body rocking violently with every thrust.

With each jolt, the slip that had been pushed up to her waist crept higher and higher.

When it finally exposed her flat stomach and the gentle swell beneath, Damian — still thrusting — slid a hand beneath the fabric.

The instant his large hand closed around her soft br*ast, Seraphina’s pupils dilated.

“Ah…!”

Being exposed like this, almost completely n*ked, in front of the Crown Prince was overwhelming. Although they were already intimate, exposing herself so completely felt like something else entirely. She felt a wave of shame, as though she had been stripped bare in every sense.

Damian, however, appeared utterly unfazed. He seemed to think there was nothing unusual about it, to the point where she almost felt strange for finding it unfamiliar. He kneaded her pale flesh with practiced ease, as though he were accustomed to her body.

“What’s wrong? You like it here.”

“Ah— ngh!”

Speaking softly, Damian gently pulled at the n*pple of her br*ast. Her head, already nodding in time with his thrusts, fell back as her thighs tensed.

“You love it when I suck here the most.”

In a hoarse voice, Damian helped her stand up. He sat her down properly and peeled away the clinging slip.

Seraphina was left completely n*ked.

Flustered, she crossed her arms over her chest, but Damian laughed quietly. Gripping her hips, he pulled her sharply towards him and seated her between his legs.

Thrown off balance, she reached down to steady herself against the bed.

And then—

Damian curled forward and closed his mouth around her br*ast. Thrusting up from below, he seized her bouncing flesh and sucked insistently, drawing a breathless cry from her lips.

“Hah— ah, ah!”

Overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, Seraphina clung to Damian’s shoulders. As she sat down, her weight forced him even deeper inside her.

The intense stimulation of being penetrated so deeply, combined with the sensation of her n*pple being sucked, was too much for her.

“Hh—p-please… slower!”

She pleaded, as he continued to suckle her br*ast. Damian’s blue eyes lifted to meet hers and darkened further as he continued to thrust upwards.

Releasing her br*ast, he crushed his mouth against hers in a rough kiss.

His harsh breath swept over her as though it would steal her last remaining breath. Her chest was pressed flat against his solid torso, crushed tightly between them.

“Hh— mmm—!”

Damian swept Seraphina away; her thoughts dissolved beneath him. His breath was unbearably sweet. Despite it being her first time, she felt no resistance or rejection. Until recently, she had never even imagined sharing a bed with the crown prince.

And yet, she accepted him with bewildering ease.

Damian’s pheromones quenched her thirst completely and stoked her desire, but it wasn’t only the pheromones.

He knew her body.

He knew exactly how to touch her to make her tremble, and how to kiss her to intensify her longing.

Gradually, Damian increased his pace. Gripping her hips, he lifted her so high that she was nearly suspended in mid-air. The p*nis buried inside her slipped free until only the head remained, her entrance clenching reflexively around the sudden emptiness.

Just as she wondered if he meant to pull away completely, he dropped her back down.

The thick p*nis drove deep inside her in one brutal stroke.

“Ah— ah, ah!”

The overwhelming stimulation tore a scream from Seraphina’s throat. Damian repeated the motion, lifting her up and forcing her down again. While Seraphina writhed helplessly in pleasure, Damian remained expressionless.

“Sephi. Say it. Who am I?”

“Th-the Crown Prince— ngh!”

“Wrong.”

“Damian— Damian!”

Throughout it all, Damian made her repeat his name, pressing it into her as though engraving it into her very being. As Seraphina struggled, bewildered by the intimacy yet sinking helplessly into it, his gaze never left her.

Intent on etching the sight of her pleasure into his memory, he moved within her mercilessly.

He did not stop until she finally lost consciousness, no longer able to whisper his name.

When she came to again, it was early morning.

The hurried footsteps of attendants echoed in the corridor, while the voices of knights drifted in through the window and the soft chorus of birdsong marked the quiet passage of time.

‘…Was it a dream?’

In the quiet of the morning, Seraphina stared at the ceiling. What had happened the previous day felt unreal.

She was the Crown Princess Consort.

She had slept with the Crown Prince.

It was absurd — and now she was lying alone in the room.

It must have been a dream.

And yet, there were things she couldn’t dismiss so easily.

For one thing, the opulent bedchamber looked exactly the same as it had the day before — a room that no maid’s wages could ever afford, especially within the imperial palace.

And above all—

“Ugh…”

A deep ache throbbed through her entire body. Her lower back and thighs, areas that had never hurt her before, pulsed dully. Despite having been cleaned and dressed, the pain lingered, as though it could not be washed away.

With effort, Seraphina pushed herself upright. Leaning back against the bed, she lifted the sleeve of her robe.

Dark red marks marred her pale skin — marks that she had never seen there before.

They were unmistakable: Traces left by the Crown Prince’s teeth and lips the previous night.

‘So… it wasn’t a dream?’

Knock, knock.

Just as Seraphina was trying to make sense of her confusion, she heard someone knock cautiously at the door. Hurriedly pulling her sleeve back down, she looked towards the door.