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She gasped for breath as she clasped her hands together. Hadeon watched Elysia slowly remove her gloves. The gloves encased her skin so tightly, like her clothes that covered her entire body, revealing not a single inch of flesh. She removed them so slowly that the air around him felt suffocating.

Finally, the woman extended her bare hand to Hadeon. It was a simple gesture, but Hadeon felt an absurd sensation as if she were throwing her naked body at him.

As he stared at the woman’s bare hand, an inexplicable desire surged up his throat.

What is this…?

For a moment, Hadeon doubted himself. He felt the tension in his muscles without realizing it.

“If you take my hand, Your Highness will know immediately.”

Elysia’s eyes, wet and glistening, looked up at him with an intense gaze.

She instinctively knew that the duke was hesitating. It was absurd. A being powerful enough to take her life with a single swipe of his hand was wary of the slender hand she offered.

Hadeon seemed to realize this as well. Perhaps it was wounded pride, or maybe he couldn’t suppress the intense curiosity that felt like a rising desire. His hand moved quickly, like a predator targeting its prey—urgent and precise. Hadeon’s veined hand seized her pale skin.

And in that moment, Elysia knew that Hadeon Lark understood everything.

‘Ah.’

He unconsciously licked his dry lips.

It was a silent explosion. Even with just the contact of their hands, a powerful sensation she had never felt before engulfed Elysia like a wave.

Elysia endured the moment, feeling as if her hand in the man’s grip was being devoured, as if she might faint.

With just three of his dark-skinned fingers, her entire white hand was covered. His thumb pressed into the soft palm, and his index, ring, and middle fingers wrapped around the edge of her small hand, pressing firmly before gripping roughly and squeezing again. Then, her hand was yanked forcefully.

“Ugh!”

Like all other kin before him. Elysia braced herself for him to attack savagely.

At that moment, she decided she would never resist.

However, just as Elysia clenched her molars at the peak of an almost hair-raising sensation, the man released her hand first.

Elysia felt she would never forget the first words he spoke at that moment for the rest of her life.

“You… what the hell are you?”

Hadeon, his eyes bloodshot, glared at Elysia, panting, having discarded all pretense of decorum.

***

It’s done now.

Elysia instinctively knew he had recognized her worth.

She caught her breath, gathered herself, and quickly shoved her hand back into the cotton gloves.

Hadeon’s obsessive gaze could be felt lingering on my bare skin that was disappearing under the glove. She noticed that the man’s gaze on her had changed in that brief moment.

Unabashedly revealing intense obsession and greed. Hadeon seemed to have no intention of hiding his lust anymore.

Elysia felt like prey being chewed to bits just from his gaze, but she held back her fear. Her proposal was not yet complete.