The enemy’s commander was thirsting for Delia.

He, who had everything of Iorenti under his feet, desired to be under Delia.

It was a fatally enticing temptation.

“And… try taming me.”

At his ceaselessly murmuring intimate voice, Delia slightly closed her eyes.

What should she do?

Delia bit her lip to hold on to her blurry reason against him.

If she chose him…

If she married the commander in front of her, Iorenti could continue to exist.

Even if it’s a seizure, the royal lineage of Iorenti will be preserved.

If she married him, she wouldn’t have to leave Iorenti.

Rather than marrying someone from an allied nation and leaving Iorenti.

Rather than asking for reinforcements from the untrustworthy Boswell.

It was a much more favorable condition.

Besides…

She no longer had to forcefully ignore.

The fresh body scent mixed with the wind of Tarence Mountain and his big hands holding her firmly.

The deep breath circling around the wound and the warm heat enveloping her body.

And his intensely silvergray eyes.

Memories that were so vivid they were almost frightening.

If she chose him, she didn’t have to erase the memories of him remaining in her body and mind.

Having thought up to that point, Delia opened her eyes determinedly.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Can I really have you?”

“You can. Because the moment you get away from me, you’ve won the bet.”

To push Aaron away, Delia slowly moved the hand she had placed on his chest.

She stroked up the rough uniform, brushing Aaron’s cheek.

Such a breathtakingly strong and beautiful being was offering her Iorenti.

Not choosing him was harder.

The icy blue hue surged in Delia’s eyes.

“Then promise me. I’ll decide everything related to Iorenti.”

“Sure. Do as you wish, princess.”

“Commander, you’re mine now.”

“Yes, that’s what I want.”

Aaron answered Delia’s question without a hint of hesitation.

“If the commander lied to me?”

Delia moved her hand, stroking up Aaron’s cheek and brushing his hair.

Silver hair, dazzlingly shiny, wrapped around her hand.

Without stopping Delia’s touch, Aaron continuously whispered.

“I’d rather step on and destroy it than make a false promise. So choosing me…”

Delia, as he had taught her, grabbed his hair and pulled.

She covered his breath, filled with the scent of deep temptation, with her lips.

At Delia’s sudden attack, Aaron’s lips were pressed.

His words, in the end, were swallowed up by Delia without getting to finish.

At the moist touch wrapping around him, Aaron’s eyes naturally closed.

His mind was hazy, like steam rising when water is sprayed on a hot plate.

Finally, they made contact.

Not a mirage that disappeared when he reached out, but a living her.

A little deeper.

Aaron let out a moan tangled with longing and anticipation.

However, the time of reward was too short compared to the long time he had been desperately seeking.

Without giving Aaron enough time to enjoy, Delia pulled her lips away.

“Commander, you can’t change your words later.”

At Delia’s retreating energy, Aaron frowned and opened his eyes.

Before he knew it, Delia’s eyes, sparkling brightly, were looking at him.

Just from their contact, Aaron’s mind was clouded, yet the princess was becoming clearer.

The pupils of Aaron’s eyes flickered roughly with unresolved desire.

“Exactly.”

“No excuses.”

“Uh. Uh. I got it. But if I stamp like this, it will be erased quickly.”

“The seal is…after we agree on each other’s terms and draft the documents….”

“We have to stamp more firmly. So it doesn’t get erased.”

Aaron, swiftly and without giving Delia a chance to dodge, embraced her waist and trapped her deeply in his arms.

So she could no longer fly away.

With his other hand, he wrapped her neck and pulled her towards him.

The lips that had briefly parted met again without a gap.

As the thing he longed for crazily returned to his arms, suppressed passion engulfed Aaron.

Delia, startled by his fierce momentum, tightly shut her mouth.

At the stiff aura transmitted through their touching lips, Aaron slightly pulled away his lips.

“Open up.”

Aaron’s whispering lips brushed over Delia’s, barely touching them.

“If you give me permission, I swear my loyalty.”

Biting her lower lip softly, he eased the stiffness of her body.

The sound of lapping sweet water with his tongue echoed in the empty space.

“I will give you everything I have, and Eorenti.”

The temptation was so dense that her whole body felt like melting.

Without knowing, Delia parted her lips and let out a thin moan.

Aaron swiftly exploited that small opening.

Aaron twisted his jaw to catch every strand of her breath filled with the scent of flowers.

His movements became deeper, and stronger.

Soft flesh rubbed against each other, wet friction making it even hotter.

Unable to bear the flickering heat, even Delia’s thin moan was swallowed by Aaron.

As her weakened legs wobbled, Aaron lifted Delia in one swift move.

In that moment when the startled Delia clung onto Aaron’s neck.

An angelic figure seemed to brush past behind his broad shoulders.

The face of the angel figure, surrounded by dazzling light, was shadowed.

Was this really okay?

Suddenly anxious, Delia slightly pushed Aaron away.

But even the last thin suspicion quickly melted away by Aaron.

Unable to bear the hot heat shaking her, Delia finally closed her eyes.

As if to avoid the gaze of the angel figure.