She grabbed the shoulder of the man pretending not to hear, and their eyes finally met.

“W, why do you keep….”

What was she supposed to say?

Thear looked at her curiously as she opened and closed her mouth without getting any words out.

The moment she met those hazel eyes, darkened deeply with desire, Lysiana finally found what she wanted to say.

“Hold me.”

Thear drew a small breath and immediately answered her request.

He buried his face in Lysiana’s shoulder and pulled her close, pressing their bodies together without a gap.

“Mmn…. Not like this….”

Touch me. Touch me however you want, take me, and make me feel like I’m yours.

She swallowed the plea, afraid he might misunderstand and think she had been hiding a wanton nature.

Instead, Lysiana’s hand moved over Thear’s broad body.

Her hand slipped through the gap where his shirt was tucked neatly into his trousers and found the firm skin of his waist.

“Y, you take yours off too.”

Lysiana suddenly realized she was the only one undressed and tugged at his clothing.

“Lysiana.”

“Mmph.”

Thear sought her lips again and pressed in.

The wet sound of their lips moving against each other mixed with the soft rustle of fabric against skin.

Why did that have to sound so indecent? Lysiana, flustered, gripped the bedding beside her for no good reason.

At that, Thear, almost jealously, snatched her hand and placed it against his chest.

Thump, thump. Beneath skin and muscle so hot it seemed almost inhuman, his heart beat hard.

Lysiana felt relief.

‘He’s trembling just as much as I am.’

Even though he remembers me, he’s this shaken.

We loved each other.

“Thear.”

Lysiana rested her forehead against her husband’s chest. And she let all the tension leave her body, like an offering.

Thear’s hand slipped between her legs.

His hand swept broadly up the skin of her soft inner thigh, stoking the already high heat even further, and slowly moved toward her center, deeper in.

“Hah…!”

At last, Thear’s hand reached the spot that had been tingling all this time. The swollen point flinched rapidly.

His fingertips began to rub the tender flesh with a slow, deliberate pressure. The wet, slick sound was embarrassingly clear.

Thear rubbed the sensitive point very, very gently but persistently, then slowly, and then with greater intensity, pushed his fingers into the cleft of her.

“Ah…!”

Even though she was soaked enough for him to slide in smoothly, a faint sting arose. She jerked her thigh and flinched, and Thear’s movement paused for a moment.

“Does it hurt?”

He asked in a low voice and leaned down to kiss her. Lysiana rubbed the corners of her stinging eyes and shook her head.

“I… don’t really know.”

“Should I stop?”

Thear asked in a voice dripping with reluctance. Lysiana looked at his expression, so plaintive it practically begged her not to say yes, and smiled faintly.

“No.”

She cupped his cheek in her hand. She pressed lightly, and his lips came to her without resistance. His tongue slipped naturally inside and swept through her like a wave.

Kissing Thear was truly….

“Mmn.”

Incredible.

It was so sweet, endlessly sweet, sweet enough to make her wonder if she had secretly been a temptress all along, and she felt certain she would end up demanding it at every turn.

Even through all of that, Thear’s hand moved diligently. He gently parted the still-tight folds and pressed deeper, rubbing and stimulating the wet flesh inside.

Lysiana’s body trembled in small shivers, responding to the sensation.

“Does this feel good?”

At the tender question, Lysiana bit her lip.

“Hm, mm….”

“Don’t bite your lip.”

“I, I don’t really know.”

Lysiana shook her head, breathless.

She truly did not know.

The dense, kneading movement that smoothed through each tightly gathered fold, and the teasing torment that sometimes boldly stretched and dragged through her depths.

She did not dislike any of it at all.

If anything, it was the kind of movement that made her wait for what would come next.

Thear was clearly a master at making her ache.

“I… don’t know….”

Lysiana wrapped her arms tightly around his forearm and clung to her husband desperately.

She clearly felt good, yet had the sense that she could feel even better. Had she always been this shameless?

“Lysiana.”

She was rubbing her forehead against her husband’s chest like a young animal, when Thear cupped the back of her neck with his hand and pressed down gently.

Her chin lifted naturally, and his tongue pushed in as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can. But if it hurts….”

“It’s fine.”

Lysiana cupped Thear’s face in both hands.

“It’s fine.”

“Huu, Lysiana….”

Thear furrowed his brow as though in pain and sank his teeth into her neck.

“Ah…!”

Goosebumps raced down her spine.

She felt clearly the hardness of his teeth pressing firmly into the thin skin, flushed with tension and pleasure. So clearly it felt almost dangerous.

This must be what it felt like to have a beast bite down on the back of your neck.

Lysiana became aware of her own helplessness. She was completely bare, being kneaded freely in Thear’s grip. The dizzying reality of it kept stirring something deep inside her.

Thear’s hand wrapped around her waist, slid down, and seized her backside firmly.

At the same time, the fingers inside her scraped deeper. As though reaching a limit, the movement was rougher than before.

“Mm, hnngh…. Thear, Thea….”

“Lysiana. Relax.”

Thear tried to soothe her, but her body, taut with tension, would not listen. Every time her insides clenched and tightened around his fingers on their own, his brow furrowed.

“Hah…!”

He breathed out a hot, suppressed breath against her shoulder.

“Mmn!”

The fingers that had seemed ready to pierce through to her very end withdrew in one motion.

Lysiana looked up at Thear with eyes glazed with pleasure.

“Hah….”

Her mind was hazy. Each time she exhaled deeply, her bare white chest rose and fell.

The deepest part of her, which he had been touching until just a moment ago, twitched and urged for more.

“Thear…?”

Lysiana searched for him through unfocused eyes. By then, Thear had already settled himself between her legs.

Something burning hot touched the empty ache at her center.

Her body, already grown accustomed to Thear, seemed to know what was coming next, and began drawing up a different heat to receive him.

“…Lysiana….”

With that whispered call, Thear finally pressed into her.

Even moving slowly, the heat that made its presence unmistakably known spread through her, opening Lysiana up little by little.

“Ahh…!”

A sharp sensation raked across her inner thighs in an instant.

Startled, Lysiana arched her hips and squirmed. Thear gripped her pelvis firmly with both hands and pressed his hips in deeper.

The thrilling sting of being filled and an indescribable pleasure spread through her in a slow, deep ache.

She felt a slick, sticky wetness seep out and trail down the cleft of her backside.

Her body already craved Thear, and Thear knew it.

“Mmn….”

“Huu, are you all right?”

Thear asked, but Lysiana did not answer. She had no presence of mind to answer.

Her heart seemed to have moved somewhere else entirely, because the place where she and her husband joined beat wildly.

Her inner walls, beyond her control, clenched and clung to him on their own. She could feel herself adjusting to the shape of him.

Her eyes stung and a shiver rolled through her.

Her vision flickered rapidly. She felt that if she let her guard down for even a moment, she would lose consciousness.

“Lysiana.”

“Hah, ah….”

“Lysiana. Don’t hide your face.”

Thear pulled away the arm Lysiana had draped over her eyes and pinned it down.

“I won’t know unless you tell me.”

“Hm, mm….”

Lysiana whimpered like a sulking child and wrapped her free hand around the back of Thear’s neck.

“Something feels strange…. My insides feel strange.”

“…Lysiana.”

Thear pressed his forehead to hers and stroked her slender waist gently.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mmn.”

A sound came out that was somewhere between an answer and a moan.

As though in response, Thear began to move his hips.

“Ah! Hah, mm…!”

He withdrew slowly and then pressed back into her depths, just as slowly.

Even though his movements were unhurried and deep rather than fast, Lysiana trembled under the intensity of the sensation.

Each time her lower belly clenched and convulsed relentlessly, Thear’s brow creased.

“Thear, Thear….”

Lysiana looked up at the heated gaze of her husband above her, then pulled him toward her in a desperate embrace.

Thear naturally lowered himself and pressed their bodies flush together.

“Hold me.”

Even though she was already in his arms.

Even though she lay completely bare in his embrace, she wanted to be held even more completely.

Lysiana held back the feeling that she might cry and clung to Thear with everything she had.

Even without her memories, she knew.

That the moment Thear pressed into her, she had already surrendered to pleasure.

He had touched her body that carefully, and he seemed well acquainted with it.

‘It’s frustrating.’

Not remembering is frustrating.

She did not know what form their love had taken. And yet the feeling behind it was visible so clearly she could not look away.

If her memories had been intact.

“Thear….”

“Lysiana.”

Would Thear have whispered his love to her in this moment?

Or would she have whispered her love to him?