The Duke gently looked at Rose, who couldn’t say anything. He lightly kissed her cheek and gently tapped it.

“If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

With these words, the Duke began to get up.

No, he tried to get up. Until Rose grabbed his arm.

Rose held onto the Duke’s arm as he attempted to rise.

Because stopping like this was too regrettable.

Unexpectedly touched by Rose’s touch, the Duke’s gaze wavered.

Blushing, Rose turned her head to the side.

“I don’t dislike it.”

Shyly meeting his eyes despite her embarrassment.

“It’s okay. Continue.”

Rose’s fingers, which touched the Duke’s arm, trembled with shyness.
The Duke found it difficult to calm his trembling heart.

To make such a lovely expression.

The desire he had held back so hard surged again.

Rose, lying with a disheveled appearance, was sensually provocative beyond description.

And it happened right on his own bed.

Instead of a response, the Duke swallowed Rose’s lips.

Unlike the gentle first kiss, it was an incredibly intense kiss.

He passionately pressed himself onto Rose as if he would devour her.

In the Duke’s actions that left no room to breathe, Rose’s breath became even more erratic. She surrendered her hot, burning body to instinct.

Letting go of all the considerations she had just pondered, Rose embraced the Duke’s back.

When the atmosphere in the room was heating up, the Duke suddenly paused.

He detached his lips and looked down at Rose.

With a lingering face, he got up from the bed, accompanied by a brief word and coarse breath.

“Wait a moment.”

Without explaining the reason, the Duke rifled through the drawer right next to the bed.

Watching him, Rose touched her lips thoughtfully.

“…Was my kiss not good?”

If not, it was difficult to explain why he left the room at such a crucial moment.

The Duke urgently drank something and returned to Rose, holding an unknown potion in his hand.

“Drink this. It’s a harmless potion, so don’t worry.”

The potion he handed to Rose was the same as the one he had just consumed.

Rose looked at the potion the Duke offered with caution.

“What’s this?”

“A contraceptive.”

When did he prepare such a thing?

…Is it set up in the room so that it can be taken at any time?

Rose’s momentary misunderstanding about the Duke having contraceptives in his room was immediately dispelled.

“Your mother didn’t thoroughly advise you to use contraceptives?”

“Huh?!”

Rose’s voice rose by an octave. She puckered her lips in bewilderment.

‘No… Did he hear everything?’

The embarrassment of not being able to do anything in her bewildered state felt stifling. Perhaps unable to tolerate Rose’s confusion, the Duke forcibly poured the potion into her mouth.

Then he fed Rose the potion, mouth to mouth.

Duke Artem wiped his lips with a satisfied expression.

“Now you can feel relieved.”

He embraced Rose, who seemed unable to stop him, as if he couldn’t endure any longer.

“I won’t stop anymore. Now… I can’t stop.”

As if tickling Rose’s earlobe, he whispered.

“Now, you’re my woman.”

The languid afternoon sunlight shone on the faces of Rose and the Duke.

Rose was sound asleep in the Duke’s arms.

The Duke couldn’t take his eyes off Rose in his embrace.
Everything about her was lovely.

The Duke gently brushed Rose’s face. There was no sign of her smile leaving her face.

“Did I push too hard…?”

Seeing Rose sleeping exhaustedly, he couldn’t help but worry if he had made a mistake.

It was the first time he embraced a woman. Therefore, it was hard to tell whether Rose’s reaction was a scream or a moan.

Reflecting on his time with Rose, the Duke felt his body warming up again.

Perhaps because Rose was beside him. He sighed at the sight of himself, responding tirelessly without fatigue.

With closed eyes, he mumbled to himself.

“Ah… This is maddening.”

To be unable to control himself to this extent.

If Rose were to find out, she would probably treat him like a beast.

He had tormented Rose three times, and that seemed insufficient.

With a troubled expression, he controlled his breathing with great effort. He couldn’t force himself onto her anymore.

The Duke kissed Rose’s forehead and embraced her.

The sensation of Rose’s skin on his palm was incredibly soft.

The Duke gently caressed Rose’s arm. He regretted attacking her like a beast while looking at her delicate body.

Rose, nestled in the Duke’s arms, began to toss and turn.

“Umm…”

A languid voice penetrated the Duke’s ear. As Rose showed signs of waking up, the Duke quickly made eye contact with her.

It was to gauge her mood.

He stared at Rose, who, even in her absent-minded state, seemed anxious. Rose’s questions were immediately resolved with the Duke’s words.

“Did you not sleep?”

Rose, with a drowsy look that hadn’t fully awakened, murmured.

“Yeah.”

The Duke, unable to hide his anxious gaze, responded briefly.

Even in her confused state, Rose felt that something about him seemed restless. Rose’s doubts were immediately dispelled by the Duke’s single sentence.

“I should have thought about you. I pushed too hard.”

With a faint smile at the Duke’s words, Rose nestled deeper into his embrace.

She understood the meaning of what he said.

Well, it was too intense.

The Duke worrying was understandable.

However, his concern was unnecessary. Rose, being the owner of extraordinary stamina, was not affected by it.

It felt strange to experience that she had become a different person in this way. But at the same time, it was a subtle feeling.

“I’m fine.”

Rose, who had buried her head in the Duke’s chest, lifted it slightly.

“Let’s do it again, Your Grace.”

The words that flowed from her lips were truly enchanting.

Her tempting red lips quivered as if pleading. The provocation from Rose made the Duke’s heart pound like crazy.

Although he wanted to hold her right away, the Duke was not a foolish person.

Tomorrow was a very important day for Rose. He didn’t want to leave her mark in a reckless passion, neglecting her duties.
“It would be better not to overdo it. You haven’t forgotten what tomorrow is, have you?”

The Duke’s voice was firm.

However, despite his advice not to overdo it, his eyes revealed a desire for Rose.

“I’m confident about tomorrow’s conference. If Your Grace encourages me, I think I can do even better….”

With your body.

Rose’s voice, seemingly forgetting any embarrassment, whispered into the Duke’s ear.

Words she wouldn’t normally say flowed effortlessly.

Having awakened to pleasures she had not experienced before, she expressed her emotions unabashedly.

Until the crimson sunset beautifully colored the sky, Rose and the Duke did not leave the room.

There was no awkwardness. The unrelenting passion filled the bedroom.