Wearing only a slip, Yuliana looked dangerously seductive.
If she had been fully naked, it almost wouldn't have felt as provocative.
She stepped up to Kallion, so close now that she took the wine glass from his hand.
Calmly, she set it on the table and asked,
"Do you really need to drink?"
Her provocative question made Kallion let out a small laugh.
So, she wanted to go straight to the point?
It was hard to believe this was the same woman who once shuddered at his touch.
"You're very enthusiastic for our bed-sharing night," he said, his tone slightly mocking.
Yuliana frowned faintly.
"We only share a bed on the promised nights. Nothing more."
Her bluntness made a stubborn defiance rise in him.
"Just because it's bed-sharing night doesn't mean we have to sleep together."
He casually moved the wine bottle and added smoothly,
"I was actually thinking we might drink together and talk honestly."
Talk honestly?
Yuliana gave a short, disbelieving laugh.
Talk was pointless between them.
This marriage existed only for the sake of family interests.
Words were a luxury they didn't need.
They only had to take what they each wanted.
He clearly desired her body. She only needed Denian.
Reminding herself of that, she placed a sensual hand on his chest.
His muscles flinched and tightened beneath her touch.
"In this situation, do you really think talking is important?" she murmured.
It was an unmistakable act of seduction.
Kallion's throat bobbed hard. He grabbed her wrist—if she kept stroking him, his racing heart would give him away.
He felt ridiculous, like a clumsy teenage boy with a pounding chest.
He'd never reacted to a woman like this before. Normally, his special abilities helped him control basic human desires.
But with Yuliana, his control slipped away.
Every casual movement of hers shredded his composure.
Frustration boiled in him. He tugged on her wrist and sat back on the bed, pulling her with him.
Yuliana ended up sitting on his lap.
It was meant as a teasing move, but when her soft body pressed against him, he barely stifled a groan.
"Ha…"
Leaning his forehead on her shoulder, he breathed heavily.
From that angle, his gaze fell downward—her slip had ridden up, exposing pale thighs and the edge of her underwear.
Heat flooded his head.
"Damn it."
He raised his head back to stare at the ceiling, struggling for control.
Yuliana, puzzled, looked down at him.
Why was he hesitating?
The Kallion she once knew would never hesitate like this.
Annoyed, she cupped his face in both hands, forcing him to meet her eyes.
His eyes widened in surprise.
Yuliana slowly lifted the hem of her slip. In one motion, she pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.
Bathed in moonlight, her bare body seemed like a flawless masterpiece.
Kallion stared, entranced.
Encouraged by his gaze, Yuliana stroked his chest and whispered,
"How long are you just going to stare?"
Her hand slid lower, down his tense stomach.
That was the breaking point.
Kallion grabbed her wrist before it could go further, then pulled her into a fierce kiss.
"Mm—!"
She gasped in shock at his strength. Even the sound of her breath excited him further.
One hand gripped the back of her neck, keeping her from pulling away, while the other roamed her thighs greedily.
Her soft flesh melted into his palm, making him groan low in his throat.
"Ha…"
Grasping her curves tightly, he devoured her mouth with wild hunger.
This was all her doing.
He had regretted his selfish behavior the first time they shared a bed, and had vowed to be gentle.
But she kept pushing him, provoking him.
If she had shown the slightest rejection, he would have stopped.
But instead—
Even breathless under his kisses, she tried to respond to him, her lips and tongue clumsy but eager.
That made him lose all reason.
He tangled his tongue with hers, sucking as if tasting sweet nectar.
She clutched his shoulders desperately, and even her trembling grip drove him mad.
Finally breaking the kiss, his voice came out hoarse and thick:
"This is all your fault."
His growling words spilled hot against her chest, making her shiver.
She felt his lips on her sensitive skin, teasing, until a moan escaped from her mouth despite her controlling herself.
Her back arched, but his strong arms held her tightly in place.
His usually cold, navy-blue eyes were now flushed with heat, roaming her body relentlessly.
His hands and lips explored every part of her without restraint.
Yuliana felt overwhelmed.
This wasn't what she had wanted—she only wanted the act to be finished quickly.
But he pressed on, as if determined to expose every hidden desire inside her.
Her chest, her waist, her neck glowing white in the moonlight—he left no part untouched.
Then his hot breath brushed deep inside her neck.
"…!"
Startled, her whole body tensed.
Kallion noticed and smirked faintly.
Yuliana bit her lip, feeling as though he had discovered a secret.
He soothed her with gentle kisses to her lips.
"If you want to bite something, bite my lips."
His low, sensual voice made her catch her breath. She forced herself to stay calm, running a hand along his abdomen.
"This isn't necessary," she said coldly.
She meant she wanted to skip the foreplay and get straight to the act.
Kallion frowned at that, clearly displeased.
Ignoring his reaction, Yuliana boldly slid her hand down into his waistband.
His muscles tensed hard under her touch.
"Wasn't the appetizer enough?" she whispered.