It was definitely something she had heard from him a long time ago.
Startled, Shioana shrugged her shoulders and burst into hiccups. Etienne raised his hand to unbutton his shirt and whispered softly.
"This is the groom's vow made on the night of the bride's arrival in Urcheka."
Shioana's heart felt like it would burst at Etienne's reddened eyes and sweet whispers. She hadn't realized then that there was such a deep meaning behind it.
"...Etienne."
Etienne climbed onto the bed with his shirt buttons undone and fluttering. He leaned toward her with his hands clasped like a beast.
The flowing train of the wedding dress lay beneath his hands and feet, and Shioana shook her head while covering her mouth to try and hold back her hiccups.
"What are you so afraid of?"
“Oh. No-”
Shioana, whose face turned red from being unable to breathe properly, simply pleaded with her eyes that it couldn't be done.
Etienne's disheveled hair flowed naturally downward, and a peculiar sparkle flickered in his red eyes. Beneath his sharp nose, his lips were strangely sensual. Her gaze was captivated.
"I know how to stop hiccups..."
"Oh, it's okay, this will pass."
Shioana, who had been completely suppressing her urges, rejected his offer.
Etienne, having come right up to Shioana, bent his knees and held her as if to trap her. His firm chest, visible through his shirt, twitched, and his solid thighs touched her body.
A distinctive masculine aura flowed from him. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Shioana's body, which had become sensitive, reacted to Etienne's scent.
She felt dizzy because her head was boiling up in an instant.
"D-don't do this."
As Shioana reached out her arm to push his chest away, Etienne whispered a command into her ear.
“Close your eyes.”
Even though she hated and resented him, she could not shake off Etienne. His lips brushed against her fluttering eyelashes, and as they traced down her cheek, he gently kissed Shioana's lips.
Etienne, whom she had thought was rough, gently stroked her lips. She let out a small laugh at the tickling sensation, as if she were being showered with spring rain.
"...!"
The lump of flesh that entered through the gap swam thoroughly inside Shioana's mouth and swallowed even her hiccups.
As Shioana twisted her waist in confusion with her tongue tangled, Etienne stroked her back with one hand as if to soothe her.
As his large hand touched the long scar on her back, Shioana instinctively recoiled. It felt as if a feverish rash was blooming from the scar, following the touch of Etienne's hand.
“Ha. Don’t do it.”
"The hiccups have stopped."
Etienne wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand and smiled sweetly as he looked down at her. Hiccups didn't matter.
She had to get away from Etienne's side now.
"I'm tired, so I'm going to go to sleep."
Turning away her flushed face, Shioana looked for a pillow and tried to lie down. However, she couldn't move at all because Etienne was sitting on her dress.
"Shioana, are you drunk, and have you forgotten what we did today?"
"I don't get that drunk."
"What should I really do with you?"
Etienne felt like he was going to go crazy because of Shioana.
From the moment she brought up the idea of having a wedding, she seemed down the whole time.
'It’s a forced marriage to save the child. That’s it.'
It was evident that she strongly disliked the idea of marrying him, as she had someone else in mind. Seeking her before the ceremony was also a highly impulsive act.
He took a deep breath out of nervousness, feeling anxious that Shioana might have left. This feeling soon turned into disillusionment, and he could not bring himself to say anything nice to Shioana.
Even though he knew perfectly well that she was nervous as well.
'It seems I only feel satisfied when I hurt you.'
Even as the wedding ceremony proceeded, Etienne stared only at Shioana the entire time, and she did not look at him until the end.
Even while attending to guests at the celebration, Etienne had nothing but thoughts of going to the bridal chamber.
However, since it was the custom of the Urcheka to accept all offered drinks, he could not easily leave. He was only able to get away after pretending to be slightly drunk at the end.
'To think you just had a carefree time drinking and causing a scene.'
Some people are burning up because of Shioana.
With boiling resentment, he reached out and tightly hugged Shioana around the waist.
"...Your Excellency!"
“That’s funny.”
It was hard to tolerate Shioana, who would call him by his name without permission but then use the honorific 'Your Excellency.' He lowered his hand and hurriedly untied the ribbon on the wedding dress.
Startled, Shioana tried to break free from him, but she could not withstand Etienne's strength. As the dress slid down limply, the lining that had puffed it up and the multiple layers of underwear were revealed. Etienne mercilessly stripped them off as if tearing them apart.
At the series of rough touches, Shioana gasped for breath with her eyes wide open.
"Today we made our wedding vows before God."
Etienne opened his mouth as he tossed the pile of cloth onto the floor.
"So now, I hope you will fulfill your duty."
He could feel an undeniable excitement in his breath as he caressed Shioana's exposed nape.
"This is just a marriage you got to take out your anger on!"
Shioana thought she didn't need to be bound by such obligations.
At her words, Etienne reached into her chemise and felt the scar on her back.
"Is there anyone crazy enough to get married just to vent their anger?"
"But don't touch it."
Touching the wound was like digging into her memories. She had no idea how terrified she was the moment she rushed in to protect Etienne. It hurt as if she were going to die even when Eli's whip struck her back.
However, Shioana wanted to protect Etienne even if it meant doing that.
That was the case back then, but the lover in front of her now only mocked Shioana the whole time.
"Then why don't you just think of it as a dream?"
His voice was terribly husky as he stroked Shioana's red cheeks with the back of his hand.
"Tonight, I will fulfill my duties as a husband, so you may have long, long dreams."
At the same time as he said those words, Etienne unfastened the bodice strap of the chemise. Soon, the chemise hung loosely around her waist, and her pale breasts were instantly revealed beneath her swollen lips and pure white nape.
Ha.
As Shioana hurriedly tried to cover her chest, he interrupted her by kissing the back of her hand. When Shioana withdrew her hand from the excessive stimulation, Etienne kissed her hair.
"Shioana, you will have me today."
"E, Etienne."
Shioana's body trembled like an aspen tree at the whisper, which was more dizzying than a confession. She wanted him more than ever, but at the same time, she was terrified.
'But I don't want to be separated from him.'
While Shioana was in agony, Etienne settled between her legs. His firm, muscular thighs pressed down on Shioana's tender inner flesh.
"Ugh..."
Her body, remembering the two people's passionate night, easily became aroused, and unable to contain her extreme excitement, Shioana let out a moan.
Etienne tightly gripped her waist, who was scooping up food like a pitiful bird caught in a trap, and kissed her shoulder.
“Hug me.”
As Shioana hesitated, Etienne reached out and had her put her hand around his neck.
"I can't stand it anymore."
His eyes, engulfed in heat, were red as if squeezed pomegranate juice had been poured into them, and Etienne's voice was terribly hoarse.
With their bodies pressed together without a gap, their hearts overlapped and resonated. Matching the rough, pounding heartbeat, Etienne entered her.
Shioana was shaken up and down as his body surged in rapidly without giving her even the slightest respite.
"Etienne, you're too strong."
Just as Shioana was about to say something too embarrassing to say, a thick drop of sweat trickled down his forehead.
As if determined not to listen to her story, Etienne covered her mouth by pressing his lips against hers. Then, he thrust his hips so hard that their intertwined bodies seemed about to break.
Shioana, unable to bear his desperate gestures, tried to protest, but her voice was swallowed up by Etienne's lips and vanished.
“Shioana.”
Etienne, immersed in excessive pleasure, called her name. His desire, seeping deeper and deeper inside, felt as if it would consume Shioana.
Etienne, who had been shaking her ceaselessly, stroked Shioana's wound when she trembled in fear. Her excitement intensified at the touch of Etienne's hands, which caressed her both softly and roughly.
The two bodies, perfectly touching, turned red, and Etienne's movements had already reached their climax.
"...!"
As he wiped away the tears welling up in the corners of Shioana's eyes, Etienne whispered softly.
"Shioana. Let's have a baby."
Shioana could only gasp for breath, and it was only much later that she realized the meaning of what Etienne had said. It was not that she hadn't dreamed of a child who resembled him, but that was in the past.
"...Etienne. That is-"
The moment Shioana was about to voice her refusal, Etienne revealed his love within her once again.
"...?"
As the flustered Shioana looked up at him, the corners of Etienne's mouth curved as he traced her lips with his finger.
"...Our night is just beginning."
Just as the sound of excited laughter from guests outside the window could be heard, the rough breathing of the two people soon filled the bedroom.
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