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Diana’s arched back trembled uncontrollably. It was her second climax. The intensity of pleasure could not even begin to compare to the first. This was beyond the likes of mere fingers—something utterly incomparable.
Diana, letting out an indecipherable sound like a dying animal, collapsed. Felix pressed a kiss on her half-closed eyelids.
“Now, do you understand, Diana?”
His cruel whisper seeped into Diana’s hazy mind.
“Look again. See properly who is standing before you.”
As if bewitched, Diana reached out and touched Felix’s cheek. His jaw muscles bulged as he clenched his teeth tightly. Hot breaths escaped intermittently from beneath his nose and between his teeth. When Diana flinched and tightened her lower abdomen, a short, clipped groan escaped him. A part of him was still buried between her thighs.
“I see….”
Diana murmured faintly. It was easy to find his lips, the place where his eyes might have been. Her languid green eyes, soaked in post-climactic haze, met Felix’s gaze directly.
Diana’s expression contorted sorrowfully.
“It’s not that I don’t want to see… I can’t see. So…”
Would it have been easier to choose this man if I could see?
Would I have been able to hold onto more of myself? I don’t know. I really don’t. The thought that it might not be the case terrified me. Fear needed to be guarded against.
For seven years now, Diana had lived in the prison of darkness. Even the smallest, most trivial thing could become a significant threat to her. To protect herself, she had to question and doubt even the most insignificant matters. The same applied even to the Crown Prince.
“I’m sorry for being presumptuous. But you didn’t give me certainty either…. Without it, I can’t take even a single step….”
Diana’s sniffles echoed in the still silence as she tried to stifle her sobs. The man remained silent as if at a loss for words.
Breathing heavily through her open mouth, Diana suddenly shivered. After the intense orgasm, a cold chill awaited her.
“It’s cold….”
Two climaxes had stripped Diana of all distractions. Her father’s reminder to protect herself, the mocking laughter of Hilde’s women who had pitied and ridiculed her, and even the reason she was here—all of it disappeared.
All that was left was the fear of being alone in the darkness and cold.
Diana flailed her hands blindly. Her fingertips brushed against a solid mass of muscle.
The body she had rubbed and washed countless times until just last month was right in front of her. Though he was a cold observer to her plight, his body was always warm.
I wish I could embrace him properly, not in this painful and exhausting union. I want to bury myself in his fiery warmth and feel comforted. Diana vividly recalled the immense relief that would wash over her whenever he held her close.
Even though her tears from earlier hadn’t dried yet, such a contradiction existed. How did it come to this? Diana questioned herself as if groaning.
I’m not on the wrong path.
But is that truly the case?
The only person who could answer her question was this man.
“Hold me, Master….”
Just give me that much certainty. Don’t treat me as a disposable toy for your amusement. See me as a person worth embracing when needed, someone who holds value. See me as an equal and honor the promises you made to me.
Perhaps it was too ambitious for a maid to harbor such desires toward her master. Tears streamed uncontrollably down Diana’s cheeks.
Her weakened thighs struggled to cling to his waist, slipping repeatedly. Her body, overcome with an intense fatigue, wouldn’t obey her commands.
As Diana shifted, the shaft partially withdrawn from her entrance slid back deeply inside. Her body, which had relaxed after the climax, accepted him more easily than before.
“Ah!”
Startled, Diana threw her arms around his neck. The old teachings about never laying hands on royalty vanished completely from her mind.
The nape of the man’s neck stiffened for a moment as she clung to him. Unlike her cold body, his was burning hot.
Warmth. Tears poured down like a flood.
“It hurts, Master. I’m scared. I’m so scared….”
“……”
“I can’t see….”
The change in position gave her free use of her arms, which made it slightly better. Diana clung to him with all her strength, ensuring he couldn’t cruelly shake her off.
The man’s chest rose and fell deeply. Exhaling a long breath, Felix leaned his weight onto Diana. Their chests and stomachs pressed together without any gap. Diana, peeking out over his shoulder, drew in ragged breaths, unable to understand the situation.
“Lift your thighs and wrap them around my waist properly.”
“Huh? What…?”
“If you want me to hold you as you wish, then cling to me properly.”
The organ filling her swelled even larger. Can it get even bigger? Diana hiccupped amidst her tears.
Felix, his body pressed closely to hers, thrust his hips upward. While rough movements weren’t possible in such close contact, he moved slowly and deliberately, pressing against the sensitive spots that made her shudder.
“Ah… ah….”
It was different from being left alone in the darkness. Instead of the piercing shock that seemed to tear through her insides, it felt as though her inner walls were being kneaded deeply and thoroughly.
Diana’s breathing gradually turned sweeter. As her curved posture released the tension in her folds, they clung snugly to his organ. Overwhelmed by the sweet sensations, her gaze grew increasingly unfocused.
With every shaky breath, she drew him deeper inside. Eventually, her narrow passage fully opened, their bodies merging without the slightest gap.
“Haa….”
A strange sense of fulfillment swept over her mind. The presence of the object filling her abdomen sent shivers down her spine. It felt like it had already reached its limit, yet it continued to push deeper, rubbing against the inner walls. Finally, as the thick tip pressed against the tender opening of her womb, Diana shuddered violently.
It felt as if her body had become part of him.
“Ah, mm, haa.”
Indistinct sounds escaped her lips. All her senses were concentrated below. She wished she could remain in this soft, trembling sensation forever. Felix’s large hand rubbed the lower part of her abdomen, where he had taken possession. Diana arched her hips, reacting to the pressure coming from both inside and out.
Felix gently brushed her eyes, which were gradually glazed over with ecstasy.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes, ah.”
Diana nodded absentmindedly, as if entranced.
“This… feels good. Mm…”
“Well.”
It was unfortunate for her, but Felix found little amusement in this level of teasing stimulation. The desire to thrust into the snug flesh constricting him on all sides only grew stronger.
Felix straightened his upper body and pushed his hips forcefully. The unrelenting tip struck and raked against her deepest point, causing Diana’s back to arch in response.
“Ah! Ah, mm, ah!”
The pleasure exploded like fireworks. No, this can’t happen again. I can’t feel this way again! Though her mind screamed in panic, the sound that escaped her lips was a loud moan of surrender. Something inside her was shattering into pieces. Without knowing what or why it was forbidden, Diana broke down into helpless sobs.
“No, mm, no! I can’t, ahhh!”
Her vision went stark white, and her fragile limbs convulsed uncontrollably.
Her exhausted body collapsed helplessly. Felix, still overwhelmed by the unending climax, pressed his lips to Diana’s cheek. His breathing was heavy and uneven.
“I thought you simply lacked basic manners, but you don’t even have any discipline. I don’t recall giving you permission to finish.”
“Mm…”
It was as if she couldn’t hear him, letting out a dazed whimper instead. Her convulsing inner walls squeezed him from tip to base in a tight grip. Felix thrust deeply into her womb as if staking a claim, releasing himself inside.
In her faint consciousness, Diana could feel his essence pouring out in warm bursts within her. It was over, finally over. She couldn’t even move a finger.
“Haah.”
Exhaling in short bursts, Felix rested his forehead against hers briefly. The woman wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Only after they pressed their bodies together again did she seem to relax, letting out small sobs of relief.
A woman who found more comfort and closeness in touch than sight. Felix couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across his lips. Her light green eyes, like the color of fresh shoots, were entirely consumed by pleasure. Any longing for freedom or despair about her circumstances had vanished.
This was right. Now, he was satisfied.
Felix kissed the corners of her swollen, reddened eyes.
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