Chapter 1

I tightened my grip on his hair. His desperate kisses made me crave more, and the heat spreading through my body grew more intense. I couldn't explain why I was feeling this way.

“Don't move, baby.” He wrapped an arm around my waist when I tried to shift. His kisses along my thigh sent unfamiliar tingles through me.

I bit my lip to suppress the sounds threatening to escape my mouth. Suddenly, he stopped and lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine.

“W-what are you... Uh!” I gasped, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations.

I was lying on a wide, soft bed. I had no idea how we had ended up there, nor did I know where the man had taken me.

The room was dark, illuminated only by the pale moonlight streaming through the windows.

“Ummm… p-please…” I begged, barely recognizing my own voice.

I was slowly losing control of my senses. My head spun as strange sensations overwhelmed me, leaving me unable to think clearly.

“Oh... that feels so good! D-don't stop... Oh!” I turned my head from side to side, unsure of what to do with myself.

“Ah... s-stop, please... I can't take it anymore…” I reached for his hair, hoping to make him pause, but he gently held me in place and continued kissing me.

Eventually, exhaustion washed over me. I felt utterly overwhelmed, unable to comprehend the intensity of everything happening around me.

After a few minutes, he lifted his head and stared at me. Then, he captured my lips in another kiss. I accidentally bit his lip, but instead of feeling embarrassed, I found myself growing even more flustered.

“Shit!” I gasped when he suddenly touched me, catching me completely off guard.

He moved slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to the unfamiliar sensations. Before long, I found myself clinging to him, struggling to make sense of the emotions coursing through me.

“W-wait... uhhh…”

My breathing grew uneven, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

When he finally pulled away, he brought his hand to his lips. I could only stare at him, my own lips slightly parted.

“Damn, you're so tempting…”

I used to think hearing someone curse was offensive. But in that moment, his deep voice made the words sound strangely alluring.

“I... I w-want you, please,” I whispered, almost pleading with him.

I wanted him. I wanted to feel close to him.

I was overwhelmed by emotions and desires I had never experienced before, making it difficult to think rationally. I heard him mutter a string of curses, as though my pleading had finally broken through his restraint.

He stood up and moved away from the bed. I nearly cried out when he gently pulled my legs toward the edge, making me feel exposed beneath his gaze. When I tried to cover myself, he stopped me.

“Don't. I love looking at your beautiful pinkish pvssy, baby,” he murmured.

He positioned himself in front of me and softly kissed my lips. Then, he drew closer, and I instinctively tensed.

“Ahhh... it hurts!” I told him, feeling a lone tear slip down my cheek.

He stopped immediately and began placing gentle kisses across my face, as though trying to soothe me and ease my discomfort.

“P-please, make it stop hurting,” I whispered, almost in tears.

I was already struggling with the pain, and I couldn't imagine how much worse it might become.

He kissed my forehead and shook his head gently.

“No... but I promise the pain will go away soon, baby.”

“Fine. Just... get it over with,” I muttered. I figured it would hurt either way.

“I can't rush this. You need time to adjust to me.”

“Are you going to do it or not—ahh... fvck! That hurts!” I cried out when he suddenly moved too quickly.

“I told you it would hurt,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of reproach.

I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face against his chest. I wanted to find comfort in his embrace, hoping it would somehow ease the pain I was feeling.

“Hey... are you okay? If you can't handle this, we can stop.”

I shook my head. “I can do it. Just... go slowly.”

He waited until I had calmed down and grown more comfortable with his presence. When he noticed that I was no longer as tense, he gradually became more confident in his movements, responding to the way I clung to him.

“Uh... uh... hmmm…” I let out a series of breathless sounds.

The pain gradually faded, replaced by an overwhelming exhaustion and a strange sense of closeness I couldn't explain.

“Fvck! You're perfect, baby!” he murmured, his breathing heavy.

He was the one who seemed perfect to me. I couldn't compare him to anyone else.

“Ah... damn!” he groaned.

He held me close as the moment grew more intense, and I found myself clinging to him, completely lost in the unfamiliar emotions overwhelming me.

“Come here, baby,” he whispered, drawing me into his embrace.

I wrapped my arms around him, my heart pounding as I buried myself against his chest.

“Damn, you're incredible,” he murmured.

Soon, exhaustion finally caught up with me. I was too tired to think about anything else, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep in his arms.

I had no idea what happened afterward.

The bright sunlight streaming through the window woke me the next morning.

I didn't want to get up just yet, but something felt strange about my body.

When I finally tried to sit up, I immediately grabbed my head. It hurt as though someone were splitting it open.

What on earth had I done last night?

I tried to recall what had happened, but my mind was frustratingly blank. The only thing I could remember was the man.

I froze when I heard someone groan beside me.

Even without looking, I knew someone was lying next to me.

“Canna…” he murmured, speaking my name in a voice I recognized all too well.

Thinking he was awake, I turned toward him.

But the moment I saw his face, I gasped.

“Sir A-Azrael…?” I clapped a hand over my mouth.

My heart pounded violently as my entire body began to tremble. I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but the evidence before me made it impossible to ignore what might have happened.

Why were we lying beside each other?

And why was he shirtless?

With trembling hands, I slowly pulled the bedsheets away from my body.

What I saw left me speechless.

There were bloodstains on the white bedsheets.

“N-no…” Tears streamed down my cheeks.

What kind of stupidity had I gotten myself into last night?

I couldn't remember what had

happened or how we had ended up in the same bed.

Of all the men in the world, why did it have to be him?

Why did it have to be my boss?