Javier couldn’t let go of that pleasure and continued tormenting and pushing Leila. Each time he left a mark on her small, delicate body, satisfaction and electric lust surged within him. The way she tightened her abdomen and clung as if about to bite was unbearably adorable. The mere act of resistance she managed to show only fueled him further.

Just like sucking and licking a piece of candy, Javier devoured Leila’s lips greedily. When he felt her scratching and clawing at his back, he let out a low growl. The moans that didn’t escape properly were blocked by Javier’s relentless tongue, ending as muffled whimpers.

She couldn’t breathe, and the pouring strength was overwhelming. Leila forgot the fact that the man before her was the fearsome Grand Duke and thrashed about, trying to escape. Even that effort, drained by the torment, amounted only to scratching or tapping at his back.

Javier instead pulled her into a tighter embrace and pounded her with powerful thrusts. When he thrust shallower and suddenly stabbed deep in one go, the woman pinned beneath him stretched her legs in delight, tightened her hips, and drenched her thighs.

Each rush of pleasure that struck her was so intense and dizzying it defied explanation. Like a beast, it made him seek only sex and pleasure. Javier desperately restrained his urge to climax immediately and pushed himself deeper.

His loose-hanging scrotum, swinging heavily, pressed and rubbed between Leila’s buttocks—it drove him mad with pleasure.

“Haa… mm… ugh…”

Supporting himself on his knees and buried to the hilt, Javier paused to catch his breath, releasing a languid moan. When he pressed down on her lower belly with his own, Leila let out cries as if she liked it.

Having thoroughly learned Leila’s erogenous zones just hours ago while rolling in bed, Javier rotated his hips in a circular motion, stimulating every part of her inner walls.

“P-Please…”

Though she had passed out after being tormented through the night, now that she had been captured again, Leila belatedly realized what was happening and begged for mercy. She found it cruel that he wanted to continue their exhausting wedding night into the morning.

He could have shown her pity, but instead, his hand returned, stimulating her erogenous zone and cruelly tormenting her innocent nipples. Trapped in his arms, all Leila could do was pant until, several hours later, she finally left deep scratch marks on the Grand Duke’s back and was released.

Several hours later, Leila woke up groaning from muscle pain she hadn’t felt in ages.

The moment she regained consciousness, she felt the soreness in her limbs and a throbbing in her lower abdomen. The pain she experienced now was worse than the time last year around this season when she had the misfortune of cleaning the grand hall alone.

It felt as if an invisible person was pounding on her arms, thighs, and most embarrassingly, her lower body. What was most mortifying was the lingering sensation that Javier was still inside her belly.

Feeling that unplaceable sensation, Leila’s cheeks reddened even more as she clutched her tangled hair. Her hair, already disheveled from the night’s ordeal, grew even more wildly tangled and splayed out.

Javier Draven.

He was a Grand Duke bearing the name Draven and the Emperor’s nephew, his only blood relative. From the moment he turned fifteen, he began charging across battlefields, facing only death, soldiers, and enemies to be vanquished.

Rumors surrounding him were always laced with brutal words like war maniac, killing machine, monster, and mad raven. He was known as a ruthless duke who viewed human life as trivial.

‘A mad raven who killed even his mate with his own hands.’

That particular title shredded his humanity and morality. Five years ago, he murdered his wife at a party, earning the titles of a cold-blooded devil and a notorious killer.

She had been the ideal woman everyone desired—a wise mother and good wife—yet Grand Duke Draven deemed even that fragile, weak woman unsatisfactory and cut her down without hesitation.

As the incident spread, the rumors grew more terrifying and grotesque. As a Grand Duke who had also received a knighthood, the condemnation only intensified. It was because a knight, meant to protect ladies, had killed his own wife with his own hands.

‘That’s what the rumors said…’

But contrary to those rumors, the grand duke had welcomed Leila, who had just arrived, with an incredibly kind and gentle face. He was so considerate that he even used formal speech with her, who had been thrown into an unfamiliar environment.

Leila couldn’t help but feel confused.

He was drastically different from what she had imagined, and his kindness and consideration melted Leila’s guarded heart in an instant. Maybe it was because she had been so worried. The grand duke’s demeanor, so opposite of what she’d expected, even sparked her curiosity.

‘Don’t tell me he swapped souls before the wedding or something…?’

Recalling the rumor that he was “the child of a devil,” Leila let out a hollow laugh. It must be her tired and worn-out body making her think strange thoughts.

Lying motionless with no strength to even lift a finger, Leila stared only at the ceiling with open eyes before finally managing to turn her head. For someone who always watched for cues and stayed alert to her surroundings, noticing someone’s presence was second nature to her.

She heard the cautious creak of the door as several attendants entered the room, moving about busily. The presence neared the bed, and Leila, belatedly mustering her last ounce of strength, raised her upper body.

Swish—! The curtains around the bed were drawn back, and what she saw immediately were several expressionless women. Five women stared simultaneously at the naked Leila. Though she felt slightly relieved knowing they were maids, being exposed like this still came with shame.

Leila unconsciously looked at their uniforms and felt a sting in her chest. Their outfits, made for ease while carrying out their duties, were neatly tailored in a blend of black and white. Designed to reveal the body line, they allowed unhindered movement of hands and feet.

Even just standing still, they radiated elegance. Even Leila, who had worked in the same field, found herself momentarily captivated by how graceful and refined they looked.

Staring blankly, Leila flinched as the women approached. Just shifting her hips a little sent pain through her waist and a dull ache in her lower abdomen so intense she felt like collapsing.

Pretending not to notice the pain coursing through her entire body, Leila pressed her back against the headboard. The maids, seemingly not expecting such a reaction, simply stared at her.

An awkward silence lingered. Cold sweat dripped down her back as Leila struggled to figure out what to do next. But her weary and drained mind could come up with nothing. The only things that resurfaced were Javier’s gasps and moans as he panted over her, and the sensation of him pressing her belly as he thrust deep inside.

“Ugh…!”

A spurt of semen she hadn’t noticed escaped and again drenched the inside of Leila’s thighs. The sensation of something leaking from her red, swollen entrance was so unfamiliar and ticklish she couldn’t describe it.

The sticky, slippery fluid soaked not only Leila but the bedsheets as well.

Leila reflexively lifted the blanket to check, and her face flushed red in an instant. What spilled from her twitching opening was clearly the semen Javier had poured into her. Before she knew it, her hand had moved from her chest to cover her face.

“While you bathe, we’ll change the beddings. This way, madam.”

“Ma—Madam…!”

Madam?! Leila blushed all the way to the nape of her neck at the title.

The maids paid no mind to her flustered reaction and carried out their tasks swiftly.

Watching their professional movements, Leila stumbled awkwardly.

Unable to put strength into her legs, she wobbled like a newborn fawn, but one maid quickly supported her. Leaning into the woman’s frame, Leila exhaled weakly. As soon as her feet touched the floor, her toes curled from the cold that rushed in.

“Hik…!”

Leila barely stifled a short gasp and shivered. The milky fluid dripping again only deepened her shame. In that moment, she vividly recalled Javier’s face as he had buried himself deep inside her, gasping in pleasure.

His ash-gray hair drenched with sweat, swinging as he furrowed his brows. The sweat trailing down the faint wrinkles near his eyes, his lips biting back moans—seeing Javier like that had sent Leila into visual ecstasy, plunging her into an overwhelming climax.