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Zanarf’s voice was strained, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he looked down at her in shock.
Floria didn’t answer. Instead, she slowly closed her eyes. A tear that had gathered at the corner of her eye sparkled as it trailed down her cheek.
“——Why? Franz was your husband, wasn’t he?”
“On… on the ship… after the wedding, I got seasick… so we couldn’t… have our first night…”
“——What a mess. Ah, Floria, if I had known, I would have been gentler. Forgive me.”
Floria quietly shook her head.
Though she was surprised, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of happiness that her first time was with Zanarf. She realized, now, what it truly meant for a man and woman to become one.
To be taken as Zanarf’s wife—it felt as though it had become a part of her destiny. For the first time, a desire to spend the rest of her life with Zanarf had sprouted in her heart.
On this island, forever—until death would part their souls.
Floria’s eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Zanarf with deep emotion.
“It must be painful for you, isn’t it?”
Seeing her tearful eyes, Zanarf assumed she was crying from the pain and tried to pull his shaft out. However, Floria’s inner folds tightened around him, as if pleading, “Don’t go.”
“Ngh…” Zanarf let out a pained groan. Floria cupped his cheeks with both hands and whispered softly:
“Rather than pain, it’s more of a tingling sensation… hot… and so full… It’s overwhelming, but somehow, I feel happy…”
Hearing her words, Zanarf’s shaft throbbed intensely, as if growing even more in size.
“Damn it, Floria… you’re unbearably adorable.”
Zanarf’s lips pressed down on hers, claiming her with a fierce kiss, as if declaring that she belonged to him. Floria was filled with a sweet, overwhelming emotion, her heart brimming with happiness.
“Ria… I want you. Be my wife. Can we keep going like this?”
Floria nodded gently, her eyes still glistening with tears.
To receive Zanarf’s seed and make this the official wedding ceremony—to become his wife and live together from now on.
“But… I have one request…”
“If it’s your wish, I’d even risk my life for it.”
“No, it’s not that… I want you to take this ring off my finger and throw it away.”
“The ring…?”
Zanarf looked puzzled as he glanced at the large emerald ring on Floria’s left ring finger.
“This is the ring Franz gave me as a wedding vow. So—”
Before she could finish, Zanarf seemed to understand. Without hesitation, he slid the ring off her finger and, as if flicking away a bothersome insect, tossed it out the window. Far below the window was a steep cliff, with the deep sea stretching beyond.
Zanarf then pressed a kiss to Floria’s now bare ring finger, intertwining his hand with hers and squeezing it tightly.
“Floria, you are mine.”
“Hnn…!”
He began to move his hips slowly, gently easing himself into her tight, honeyed walls. Floria could feel Zanarf pulsing inside her, his presence so overwhelming that it filled her with a happiness so intense it was almost frightening.
The shaft that filled her completely, the flared ridge spreading her soft, delicate flesh, burying itself to the hilt with no space left between them. The thought of being filled so completely by someone who was not herself—someone who was Zanarf—made her tremble with emotion. Her inner walls clenched tightly around him, and she could feel every inch of his fierce shape deep within her.
He’s inside me… Zanarf is inside me…
“Ah, Ria… Floria… you’re so hot. It feels like you’re melting me…”
“I… I’m so full of you, Zanarf-sama…”
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