“Why? Can’t you?”

His low, coaxing voice hummed in her ear. Perhaps it was the lingering heat of the bath that caused it to reverberate so deeply.

What mattered was that his words sparked something in her, stirring her challenge rather than her retreat.

Her eyes, which had once wavered, now burned with defiance.

“I’ll do it.”

“Good. Then go on.”

“This should be entertaining.”

The gentle whisper in her ear only served to bolster her pride and strengthen her resolve.

Grasping his waistband was easy enough. The dampness of her fingertips seeped into the fabric, darkening the cloth at his hips, and her hand slid high enough to brush his pelvic bone.

All she needed was one pull. Just a single tug.

But at that crucial moment, Ilenia’s hands froze.

Her gaze, clouded with heat, wavered helplessly — unable to move forward or retreat.

Gripping his waistband as though it were a lifeline, her body trembled. The sight of her shaking and holding on to him with such desperation drew an involuntary laugh from his lips.

“I never knew holding onto my trousers was one of your hobbies, my lady.”

“T-That’s not it.”

“No? Then are you saying you can’t go through with it after all?”

“That’s not it either.”

“Then why are you still frozen, my sweet Ilenia?”

Her face flushed scarlet as though she had just stepped into a hot bath. With her tear-bright eyes staring up at him, Delphius clicked his tongue softly.

“Enough, Ilenia. You don’t need to force yourself—”

It happened in a single instant. Her trembling hands, hesitant just moments before, pulled with sudden force—dragging down not only his trousers but his undergarments as well.

The release of restraint jolted him, though only for the briefest breath. Then her warm breath fanned against his exposed skin, and every nerve lit with a sharp shiver that ran down his spine.

But Ilenia was just as shaken. She had seen it before—last night—but never from this close.

The thick, flushed p*nis, traced with pulsing veins, twitched as though alive, straining taut beneath his navel.

A realization struck her: this immense thing had pushed inside her, moving within a secret place she barely understood. The thought alone made her lower belly tighten with a deep, unfamiliar ache.

Curiosity brimmed over. Her hand rose—hesitant at first, fingertips grazing lightly before her palm closed fully around the restless heat.

Delphius tipped his head back, a low, husky m*an breaking from his lips as his breath escaped.

“Ha…”

The sensual, languid sound spilled directly into her ear. Although it wasn’t her own voice, her body flushed as if it were. Her pulse raced and her hand began to move slowly and tentatively.

Enclosed within her pale fingers, the p*nis was dark red and the very image of indecency. Realising that one hand alone could not hold it all, she brought up her other hand to fully grasp it.

At first, the steady throb beneath her palms startled her. However, as the sensation became familiar, she found that it was not unpleasant at all. In its own way, she thought, it might even be adorable.

Yet what pleased her most was not the feel of it, but the sight before her.

Delphius, who was usually cold, composed and indifferent, now wore a restless expression, undone by her touch. Every so often, his fingers lightly tapped her nape, subtly and insistently guiding her to move just a little more and go just a little deeper.

“…You can be a little rougher.”

What thrilled her most, however, was the heat blazing in his gaze. Beneath the heavy fall of his lashes, his eyes burned with desire—fierce, unyielding, and fixed solely on her.

That look, as though he wanted only her, steadied the fragile ground beneath her feet.

Because he wanted it, Ilenia gradually quickened her pace. Now and then, the clear fl*id at the tip slickened her movements, making the friction between them smoother, more indulgent.

The more rhythmic her strokes became, the tighter Delphius’s hand closed around the nape of her neck.

“Ha…”

The sound—thick with languor—spilled from his lips like praise meant for her alone. No needless words, only that low sigh that belonged wholly to her touch. Each time his roughened breath escaped, Ilenia grew bolder.

Her strokes coaxed more fl*id forth, spilling from the crown and trickling between her fingers.

And suddenly—she wondered.

What would it taste like?

The thought arose naturally, born of Delphius’s own habits. During their most intimate moments, when her breath had broken into ragged pants, he had often pressed his lips to hers, feeding her his saliva as though offering water to someone parched in the desert.

Would this clear fl*id taste the same—tinged with him, like his kisses? Or would it be sharp and briny, like tears?

Curiosity gave way to temptation. Lowering her head, she meant only to graze him with the tip of her tongue—yet instead, she took the swollen crown into her mouth.

The blunt edge of her teeth brushed against him before she could draw back, and Delphius’s body stiffened violently.

“Kh…!”

The harsh, raw sound scraped her eardrums; it was unlike anything she had ever heard him make before.

The hand that had gently stroked her nape moments earlier, almost coaxing her, suddenly tightened, lifting her chin with undeniable force.

“Delphius?”

“Enough. That’s far enough.”

It was nothing like before when he had seemed relaxed, sensual and almost careless. Now, his brow was furrowed, his jaw was set, and his face was tense with urgency, as though he were holding back a flood that could burst at any moment.

It was then that Ilenia realized she had gone too far. She folded her hands together; her lips were still tingling, and the slick evidence of him ran down her fingers in glistening trails.

“…Did I do something wrong?”

“No.”

Her husband had assured her that it was not her fault. But the relief she felt lasted only a heartbeat before she was suddenly lifted clean off her feet. His strength alone held her legs helplessly in the air.

Desperate, she clung tightly to his neck while his laughter blew into her ear like a gentle breeze.

“You’re too good at this. That’s the problem.”

Just a few days ago, she had been flustered at the thought of touching his p*nis with her hands. He had expected her to be shy and tentative, perhaps stroking it a few times. But who would have imagined that she would take it into her mouth?

When her breath fell hot and steady over the swollen tip, and her teeth grazed the most sensitive part, sending shockwaves through his body, he had to stop her.

“I nearly disgraced myself… all over your face.”

He lowered Ilenia into the bath. The cold marble caused her body to twitch momentarily. He pressed her thighs apart with his broad hands and she gasped sharply.

“Wouldn’t that be a waste?”

His hand caressed her exposed, flushed flesh. Her hips twisted and her fingers clutched at his shoulders in panic.

“I’ve enough work feeding you here.”

“Ah, Delphius…”

“What’s this? Too thick to be just bathwater.”

At last, his fingers pushed between her folds, teasing the tender seam of flesh. Each twitch of her thighs caused her to jolt, her slick arousal wetting his hand.

“Don’t tell me… you got excited while touching me?”

“…”

“Well, Ilenia? Did you crave me so much that you wanted to swallow me whole with your sweet mouth?”

“W–wait, ah…!”

Finally, he pushed insistently into her tight, unyielding entrance. Her slender waist trembled violently and her lashes grew wet with tears.

Not from pain. But from the overwhelming bliss of being filled, of finally having that strange, aching emptiness consumed.

Their gazes locked. Two pairs of eyes, two different shades, burning with the same desperate flame.

Then, without knowing who moved first, their mouths met.

“Haah, mnh!”

No matter how hard she tried to gasp for air, her mouth only filled with hot air. Was this what a fish felt like when it was pulled out of the water — gasping and gulping, but unable to take a proper breath?

Clutching at whatever she could reach, she pulled him closer. She wanted him to be wholly hers; she would do anything to maintain her footing on this perilous edge. Anything, so she could finally breathe in peace.

“Delphius… Delphi…”

The wet, obscene sound of flesh striking flesh echoed in her ears like a ringing haze. She could hardly believe that the thick p*nis that was now forcing its way inside her, stretching her wide and plunging deep, had only moments ago been in her hands.

Swollen and engorged with blood, the massive p*nis seemed almost darkly flushed. It glistened with lewd wetness each time it drove into her and slid back out.

“Crave me, Ilenia.”

Become so accustomed, so addicted, that you cannot live without me.

His teeth grazed the edge of her ear. With each thr*st came the lewd sound of flesh and water, and the heat of his body climbed up through her skin, searing her until her thoughts melted away.

The rougher her breathing became, the deeper her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving sharp red crescents. Unaware of her own clawing grip, she let out broken m*ans that mingled with his groans the moment he thr*st himself in fully.

Their voices, gasps and cries blurred together, spreading across their slick, fevered bodies.

Beads of sweat gathered along his jaw, rolling down to fall onto the swell of her br*asts and trickling over their pale surface like water slipping from a high cliff. His gaze followed each drop as it fell, darkening with desire.

Her dazed mind had no strength left to resist him.

And so, once again, a long, relentless night of passion began.