He embraced her, stepping forward, and pressed her firmly against the palace door.

The vermilion door creaked softly, and the slanting rays of the setting sun filtered through the crack, coating her hair with a thin layer of gold. The carved wooden door patterns dug into her back, while the faint voices and hurried footsteps of palace servants passing by could be heard in the distance.

The man before her had arched dark eyebrows and a handsome face steeped in anger. The hands supporting her buttocks were as hard as iron pincers.

As soon as she took a light breath, he thrust his hips forcefully, pinning her tightly against the door. One hand reached up and forcefully pulled open her official crimson collar, which she had already half-unfastened, then reached inside to tear open the white silk inner garment and the purple waistband. His palm covered her full breast, kneading and squeezing it roughly.

Her waist felt as if it would break in his embrace. Her nipples trembled slightly under his palm, colored like stained blood, standing proudly erect. All sensations in her body seemed to concentrate at this point, while between her legs, she felt hot and wet, unbearably so.

He bent down again to bite her lips, while the hand below vigorously pinched and kneaded her buttocks. His tongue swept across her lips, jaw, and the side of her neck, his movements so fierce it was as if he wanted to devour her alive.

Her hands were initially braced against the doorposts, but then she embraced his head, half-welcoming and half-resisting, breathing heavily. Her other hand quickly moved to undo his collar, desperately tearing at the layers of fine silk. When her fingertips finally touched the warm skin of his body, her lips sighed with satisfaction. The hand embracing his head pulled at his hair, then moved downward, and both hands together violently pulled open his robes.

Her legs hooked forcefully around his waist, her upper body leaning into him, her bare, full breasts immediately pressing against his firm chest.

She rubbed slightly against him, her arms around his neck, seemingly hanging from his body. Her long hair fell loose, and her official robe slipped messily from her shoulders to half her back.

He bit down on her shoulder.

It was both painful and numbing. The fire in her heart seemed to have been stoked with another log, the flames instantly leaping several feet high.

She embraced him even more tightly, her two hands restlessly moving from the back of his neck down, kneading his rigid spine, then sliding to his ribs, gently pinching the taut skin where muscle met bone.

He suddenly released his bite with a slight hiss between his teeth, obviously in pain, but even more aroused. His large palm explored from behind her back, grabbing her disheveled official robe at the waist, exposing her fair, tender skin before his eyes. Sparks flew in his gaze as he looked her over, finally embracing her tightly and turning to carry her to the desk, placing her upon it.

With a sweep of his long arm, the gold belt, jade sword, and other ornaments on the desk all fell to the ground with a clatter.

The solemn and dignified blue ceremonial robe was pressed beneath her. Her skin was as smooth as cream, the red buds on her chest in bloom, the formal attire beneath her creating a uniquely stimulating contrast.

Before she could react, he leaned down, his lips and tongue swiftly and precisely sweeping over her full breasts and tender buds. His mouth engulfed her, his burning tongue probing, one hand kneading the other breast, while his other hand reached down to tear at her skirt.

The sound of fabric tearing was soft yet piercing.

She felt a coolness below her body as if all her blood had frozen at that point in an instant. She couldn’t help but twist slightly, but he continued to hold her breast in his mouth, preventing her from moving.

His warm palm gently caressed her below, teasing, kneading, and lightly pinching until she became increasingly wet and hot, before turning to stroke the inside of her thighs.

Her whole body was trembling, her heart fluttering with pleasure. Her red lips were slightly parted, but though a thousand words were on the tip of her tongue, she couldn’t utter a single one, only sounds of moans and gasps.

She wanted to reach out and touch his face, but he suddenly raised his head, staring at her, grabbing her wrist with one hand and pressing it firmly against the desk.

He slowly raised an eyebrow.

Then he lowered his head, extending his tongue, and meticulously swept over her shoulders and breast peaks. His hand released hers and moved down, then up again, both palms gripping her waist.

A mist rose before her eyes as she watched him slowly move downward, kissing over her waist and abdomen, and continuing down, his head buried directly between her thighs.

His tongue was scorching, sometimes like a sharp sword, sometimes like soft feathers, making her alternately tense and limp, collapsing into water, flowing in waves.

She was beyond caring about anything else, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of the desk, her nails sometimes heavily, lightly scratching the fine grain of the vermilion wood. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, wanting to move, but her waist was locked and controlled by his two large hands, leaving her with no choice but to submit to his will.

After his tongue came his teeth. One by one, slowly and gently, they grazed her most vulnerable place, parting her petals, sweeping past, gently biting down a little, followed by his tongue tip quickly grinding around it.

She couldn’t help but cry out.

Her entire skin was forced to sweat, with shallow spasms at the small of her back. The fire in her heart spread to her limbs, drying the water in her bones, and then burning all the way down to her core, with a scalding sensation that startled her heart.

Her fingers released the edge of the desk as she struggled to prop herself up halfway, looking down just in time to see him with his robes disheveled, his firm neck slightly bent, raising his head to kiss her.

The sight was too stimulating.

She hooked her leg around his back, and as he bit her waist, she reached out to grab his wrist, leaning over and eagerly cradling his face, kissing his left eye.

This eye had haunted her dreams for ten full years; this man had captured her heart and affection for her entire life. He was so noble in status and so handsome, and she could be held in his arms like this, exposed to each other, wholeheartedly and willingly doing all this.

If he wanted her, how could she not be willing to give herself to him?

Heaven knew her heart, knew how long she had wanted him.

The little bit of sanity she had regained vanished instantly after he bit her lips. Just one kiss, one glance, and she would be hopelessly infatuated with him, whether in life or death.

Her movements were so urgent, kissing his eye, then his straight nose, then those thin lips, his profile, his ear, and the prominence of his throat.

He allowed her to kiss him wildly, his palms covering her breast peaks again, his force softening, gently kneading the soft flesh and red fruit.

She twisted slightly, her legs wrapped around his waist gripping tighter, raising her hands to strip away his half-removed robes in a few moves. Her red lips and white teeth ravaged his shoulders, while one hand slowly explored down toward his waist.

Through his silk pants, she grasped him in her palm, stroking and fondling him with varying pressure.

The hot, hard place in her hand became even hotter and harder.

Pulling away his waistband, her fingertips swept across his lower abdomen, inching downward, lightly touching him once, then again, finally encircling him completely.

Her hand had barely moved before his body stiffened. His large palm moved swiftly from her chest to her buttocks, extending his fingers to touch her.

Her red lips parted, and she moaned softly, tilting her head back, her water-filled eyes meeting his fiery gaze. Her hand began to move slowly, then faster and faster, and she saw his lips also stiffen, and his caressing movements behind her stopped.

“Your Highness…” she said softly, unable to resist leaning over to kiss his chin. “Compared to that night when Your Highness took matters into your own hands, how does this feel now?”

He breathed heavily, without speaking, reaching his arm around to scoop up her waist, about to press her down.

But she refused, smilingly struggling, her legs sliding down from his waist, her hands reaching up to push against his chest, forcefully shoving him.

He momentarily lost his balance, his body falling backward, but unable to let go in time, he pulled her down from the desk with him, landing heavily on top of him.

The palace floor was ice-cold, but their bodies were burning hot. Her red lips were right before his eyes, a pair of red buds trembling slightly before him, instantly making his blood rush to his head.

Without thinking, she kissed him, her small tongue sliding across every inch of his skin, advancing directly toward his lower waist.

He gritted his teeth and breathed heavily, pressing her head with one hand, preventing her from moving further.

Her cheek was pressed tightly against his lower abdomen. She obediently stopped moving her head but reached out to grasp him, and in the next moment, opened her red lips, extending her tender tongue, gently licking his tip.