Your Grace, Please Stop Poking Me

Evelyn, the ugly duckling of the Windelson family, had always been compared to her perfect older sister.

Out of nowhere, a marriage proposal arrived for her from the prestigious Berenberg Ducal family.

It was said that many noble ladies of the empire had waited beyond the marriageable age just for a chance to marry him.

But what could a man she had never even met see in her to take her as his wife?

Before she could even process her confusion, their first meeting left her utterly flustered.

Something hard kept poking her near her waist.

“Your Grace, please stop poking me!”

And that wasn’t the end of it.

“Please hurry and set… set it down.”

“My Lady, if you move recklessly, it will be dangerous.”

Evelyn’s voice, trembling with frustration as she struggled against him, grew increasingly tearful.

“Ow—stop poking me! I told you it hurts!”

“My Lady, please calm down just a little.”

Can this marriage… really work out?

* * *

“Say it—tell me who I am with your own lips.”

“Ah, ngh! You’re… my husband.”

Only after gasping for breath did the answer finally escape her lips.

The man on top of her smirked slightly, his sharp mouth curving upward.

“I’m glad you know, though I thought you might have forgotten. I’m simply reminding you.”

Elkas narrowed his eyes.

“Please keep that in mind, and act accordingly.”

As Evelyn squirmed to escape, Elkas pressed his large hand firmly against her back.

Lowering his upper body, he leaned in, his chest sticking tightly to her sweat-dampened back.

With a powerful thrust of his hips, he growled:

“Today, I’ll make sure you never forget who your husband is.”