[Mature Content Warning: Reader Discretion Advised]
Rui closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that tasted of salt and promises.
A kiss that said what words could not—that some pieces of her heart would always belong irrevocably to him.
Zou pulled away from the kiss, his golden eyes gleaming with sudden mischief. He gently pushed Rui back onto the bed.
"Perhaps the Duke would like to properly attend to his Duchess tonight?" he suggested, voice dropping to a seductive purr.
"Might I remind Her Grace what it feels like to be adored thoroughly and completely?"
Rui's tears had dried, replaced by a growing heat in her cheeks.
The memory of their time in the Trial of Despair flashed vividly in her mind—their first night together as "husband and wife."
"I think the Duchess would like that very much," she whispered, reaching for him.
Layer by layer, they unwrapped each other like precious gifts.
