The Answer to a Cheating (Ex)Husband is Remarriage - Chapter 1
Prologue
“Haah…”
Sylaria let out a heavy breath. The wide bedchamber of the first imperial prince was filled with a sweltering heat.
It was deep into the night. Though the objects in the room were tinted blue in the dawn’s chill, beads of sweat were forming on her bare skin.
‘It’s so hot.’
Sylaria swallowed dryly at the heat dominating her body. As she did, the necklace hanging around her slender neck slid down with a faint clinking sound.
However, the man above her did not spare a glance at the pendant slipping between her ample b*****s.
All of his attention was focused solely on making Sylaria’s body burn with heat.
Her excitement or pleasure was irrelevant when it came to purification.
This was contact solely for the sake of purifying his holy power.
They were lying naked, bodies pressed together, only to maximize the area of contact.
From the outset, the purpose itself was entirely different from that of paramours making love.
Yet, the man treated Sylaria as if she were his beloved.
His touch was exceedingly cautious and affectionate. With hands as delicate as if handling glasswork, he caressed her.
He even supported his upper body with his arms so that his firm, muscular body would not crush her.
It was, in truth, no different from serving Sylaria.
“Huu.”
The breath escaping from between the man’s teeth tickled her soft chest. As Sylaria’s body trembled lightly, he suckled on her protruding peak until it was drenched.
A man with nothing in the world to covet, arrogant enough never to have bowed his head to anyone.
The first imperial prince of the empire, Euclid Balthazar.
The one who had never shown a single opening to anyone was now clinging to Sylaria.
As if she were the only one for him.
As if Sylaria’s pleasure were the most important thing in the world.
Euclid suckled at Sylaria’s chest, kneading her soft b*****s as if to smother them.
From the tips of her hair to the tips of her toes.
There was not a single place Euclid’s touch or breath did not reach.
His persistent, clinging caresses, laced with obsession, drove her body to its limits.
Sylaria twisted her body atop the bed. The long, devoted caresses were, in truth, close to torture.
Between Sylaria’s legs was slick with her arousal, flowing from her entrance. The insides of her lower belly tightened and loosened in repeated tremors.
Not knowing what to do, Sylaria clutched at the sheets. Moisture welled up in her lilac-colored eyes.
“Euclid…”
Her red lips trembled as she opened them. At that, Euclid lifted his head from where it was buried in her body.
In the faint moonlight filtering through the window, his tousled blond hair glimmered strand by strand. As always, his sharply defined features immediately drew all attention.
“What is it?”
His deep, resonant voice reverberated through Sylaria’s eardrums.
“Euclid, please. Stop…”
“Stop?”
Sylaria shook her head with all her strength. Euclid’s member had sprung up against his taut abdomen, twitching. He must have little patience left, yet he asked in an infuriatingly leisurely tone.
“You want me to stop?”
Euclid lifted his upper body as if he might really stop. His broad chest and well-defined muscles came into her view one by one.
And the burning, swollen member standing upright beneath him.
“You know what I mean.”
Sylaria spoke, her tone tinged with reproach. Her mouth grew parched at the fear that he might actually stop.
“I want you.”
At her request, soaked in longing, Euclid’s gaze instantly deepened. He bent down and whispered in her ear.
“I want you, too.”
The moment those words fell, the blunt tip of his member pressed between Sylaria’s legs. While rubbing himself back and forth against her entrance, Euclid exhaled hot breaths.
“It’s urgent, but just a little more. Hold on.”
“Hnngh…!”
“You’re too tight inside. For me to enter, still…”
As he spoke, Euclid moved his hips swiftly. Their wet sexes rubbing together made embarrassingly obscene sounds, echoing with every movement.
