Delia stared at Aaron, enveloped in a breathtaking heat.

It didn’t matter what the source of the heat was that engulfed her.

She felt as if the fiery heat would subside once she retrieved the fruit that had disappeared into his mouth.

Delia’s eyes, looking at Aaron’s lips, were dyed blue in the heat.

“I will show you.”

Impulsively, Delia reached out and grabbed Aaron’s chin.

He, who had been so strong, was led like a gentle silver lamb in the touch of Delia’s hand.

Delia looked down at Aaron held in her hand.

“You can never replace Iorenti.”

Delia deeply bent her waist until her long golden hair flowed onto his chest.

Delia, who had come close enough for their noses to touch, whispered softly.

“Your temptation means nothing to me. I will show it myself.”

She gently tasted Aaron’s lips, which were red from the fruit.

Contrary to his solid body, his lips were soft and sweet.

Delia, captivated by unbearable hot temptation, thoroughly licked the juice smeared on his lips.

She sucked in even the scent of the fruit mixed with his low moan.

The juice that dyed Aaron’s lips red also dyed Delia’s lips.

Releasing her passionate breath, Delia slowly detached her lips.

She rolled her lips, dyed red in Aaron’s color, confidently.

“No big deal.”

Delia detached herself from Aaron and lifted her chin haughtily.

His eyes looking up at her were deeper.

With a sneer on her face, Delia spoke even colder.

“Do you think you can seduce me with just this?”

It was sweet and sour, warmer and softer than expected, but…

It was not enough to forget Iorenti.

Daringly, she thought an enemy like him could tame her.

As if mocking his arrogance, Delia reached out and stroked his shining silver hair.

“Innocent. Our commander.”

That moment. Aaron’s gaze became terrifyingly wild.

He, who had been led like a gentle lamb, abruptly changed and roughly grabbed her hand hovering over his head.

The clattering sound of the fork and knife falling to the floor echoed throughout the barracks.

Plates overturned and berries rolled on the table.

Frightened by the chilling energy, Delia tried to pull her hand out, but before she realized it, she was seated on the table.

The fierce look of the beast hiding in the thick fog deeply etched into Delia’s startled, frozen heart.

“Do you think it’s over when we haven’t even started yet?”

His voice, damp like fog, seeped into her ears.

The fierce beast, which had been holding its breath and waiting, gradually revealed itself from the fog as its target was trapped.

Delia instinctively grabbed the edge of the table as she was covered in the shadow.

Looking at Delia, who was frozen and not even thinking of escaping, Aaron smiled.

“Innocent. Our captive.”

There was no time to comprehend the situation.

There was no time to escape.

Delia was quickly pulled into Aaron.

The unidentifiable heat, which had been constantly stimulating her, overwhelmed Delia in an instant.

Aaron grabbed Delia’s neck and sucked in the breath flowing from her lips.

He nibbled and gently licked her always swollen lower lip.

The movement was more careful and gentle than when he stroked her with his hand, and Delia involuntarily let out a kittenlike moan.

Aaron didn’t miss the opening and delved deeper.

He persistently pursued her surprise attempt to escape, caught it, and sucked it in.

As if trying to quench the thirst that had driven him crazy until now.

He left no stone unturned, drinking in even Delia’s thin moans.

This was it.

The thirst he felt every time he saw her blue eyes.

As if he was evaporating under the hot sun, the suffocating thirst was quenched by her.

Basking in the new revelation, Aaron pounced on her as if he was going to drink in all of her.

His desire was too intense.

Delia was frightened by the feeling of being sucked into her very soul.

In order to grasp her fading consciousness, she gripped the edge of the table tightly.

“Captive.”

Feeling Delia’s stiff body, Aaron slowly detached his lips.

Delia’s lips, even more red and moist than when they were nibbled, sparkled.

Aaron, content with the deepened hue of red, glanced at the small hand tightly gripping the table.

Her determined effort to brace herself by clutching the table was striking.

Even at such times, her pride refused to yield.

Aaron chuckled softly, caressing Delia’s hand.

Against his delicate touch, contrasting with his intense aura, Delia’s stiff hand relaxed.

“When you’re like this, you should be holding onto me, not the table.”

Aaron guided Delia’s hand towards his neck.

He led her other hand to rest on his silver hair.

“Like this, you should clasp onto me.”

At his voice, dripping with sensuality, Delia involuntarily tightened her grip.

Her hand got entangled in his fine, silver hair.

Delia, who had been holding onto the table, now clung onto Aaron.

As if taking it as a signal, Aaron fiercely pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist.

With their bodies pressed together, it became even easier to dive deeper than before.

The soft texture of her skin filled his mouth.