Chapter 102
Russell had been childishly jealous. Pettily so. He had even considered ways to remove that slick, smooth-talking young Alpha from high society altogether.
He had ultimately abandoned the idea, imagining Marie staring at him in disbelief before laughing helplessly at his absurdity.
But still, he had thought about it.
Unable to meet her eyes properly, he tried to look away. Yet Marie, who had become much more resolute after crossing that invisible line in their relationship, fearlessly cupped the Crown Prince’s face.
And made him look at her.
Like a trainer sternly disciplining a disobedient colt.
“Please don’t do that, Your Highness. I’m going to become your wife now, so you don’t need to be jealous like that anymore.”
“Did it bother you?”
The moment Marie, who had been wearing a deliberately serious expression, suddenly broke into a playful smile, Russell found himself unusually dumbfounded.
Why was she smiling like that? Why was she smiling so adorably?
“That’s not it. To be honest, I probably shouldn’t say this, but seeing you get jealous actually makes me a little happy. It even makes my heart flutter… Still, every time it happens, I feel as though you must be anxious, Your Highness. When Arwena was speaking to you so warmly, it felt as though my world was collapsing.”
Arwena. The very mention of that name soured his mood. How many moments had he lost because of that woman’s interference? And how many tears had Marie shed because of her?
“I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to hurt like that. Your Highness, I’m not going anywhere. I have no intention of leaving.”
Marie raised her hand and wiggled it, showing him the ring on her fourth finger.
“See? This ring is on my finger now. You may have been the one who started our story, but in the end, it was I who made the final choice.”
Ah, that’s right. This woman had always been strong.
Even when he had believed her to be the daughter of his enemy, even through a life harsh enough to inspire pity, she had always stood tall, her eyes shining brightly.
Wasn’t that exactly why he had fallen in love with her?
“Marie.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“…My Crown Princess.”
“My Prince.”
The brief exchange of endearments was sweet.
“Right now, I’m so happy.”
“So am I.”
He lowered his head and, without hesitation, stole the lovely lips that so freely spoke words of love.
He lingered over her warm, plump lower lip, sucking gently on it before parting her readily yielding lips and slipping his tongue inside.
He swept up the damp, sweet saliva and swallowed it, brushing against the tender roof of her mouth. As her round shoulders trembled, he caressed the graceful line of her back.
“Mm.”
“You’re sweet.”
“Ah, Russell.”
“Right now, I want to strip you bare and taste every inch of you.”
“…Mmh.”
His pheromones spread warmly, tangling with Marie’s as though they wanted to drink in and consume even more of her. They intertwined, leaving traces of themselves behind, mixing together as intimately as if they were already making love.
The kisses that had begun as gentle pecks deepened into something slow, lingering, and profound.
Even though the bright sunlight proclaimed that it was far too early in the day for such intimate behavior, the moment he left a bite mark on the pale nape of Marie’s neck, he grew so aroused that it could hardly be concealed beneath his clothes.
“R-Right now…?”
“You made me like this.”
The Omega, noticing how hard and swollen he had become, released another rush of pheromones.
It did not seem like a reproach for his shameless behavior. Rather, it felt like encouragement.
As though she were urging him to lift her skirts this instant and greedily taste the secret moisture already flowing from her.
“Marie, your scent is growing stronger.”
“…Your Highness, please.”
“I’ve already finished everything I had to do today.”
“…”
“So, what shall we do? I’ll do whatever you want.”
Her golden eyes wavered like a small sailboat tossed upon the wind.
But she did not refuse him.
He smiled deeply.
Within the honest emotions that washed over him and brushed against his fingertips, there was unmistakably the same heat that burned within himself.
“Tell me what you want.”
Tell me that you want to part your lips for me, that you want me to lick and caress your most secret places, and that you want me to bury this aching hardness deep inside the hottest part of your body right now.
“And for your information, there’s a bed in my study where we can rest.”
“…!”
As he whispered softly, slowly exploring her flushed neck with his lips as it turned red as though it might burst, he smiled.
Her answer was more than enough.
“I love you, Marie. Every part of you.”
And for that reason—
All of the Crown Prince’s afternoon duties were destined to be canceled that day.
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