Aside from the dizziness in his head, his heart was extremely hot.
No, his whole body was hot.
He felt as if he had been swallowed by a giant ball of fire. The heat that came up from his heart had gone all the way to his brain.
Tamon gritted his teeth once more.
He bit it hard and his jaw ached. He hit his head again and again to control himself.
His body didnāt settle down easily, even though he hit it hard.
Faintly, Roselyn knew what this was.
An outburst of power.
It was a reaction to forcing him to use his life force. It was a side effect of suddenly raising too much power at once.
Before, he poured his power into Roselyn in a sustained manner, so he was fine. Because he used as much power as he raised it.
But when the power was raised to the point of overload, it couldnāt release properly, the force was trapped inside.
āD*mn it.ā
Tamon grabbed his heart, which was taking off in leaps and bounds.
In fact, he didnāt even know what he was capable of.
Not only were there not that many manifestations of the power itself, but since no one had ever manifested such an ability, there was not even a record of it.
A power that was carved by the gods but could only be used if you have a solid body and strong will to operate it properly.
Too many people from the family had died because they could not withstand this power.
Tamon accepted this power that no one had been able to pass on for hundreds of years. It took him a year to subdue the rampaging power and made it his own.
If he hadnāt overcome it then he would have also become a tragic figure who died of blood disease, just like many people in his family.
āI think I only need to solve it one more timeā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā
Tamon gritted his teeth. He could feel his heart swelling once more.
He strove to somehow tighten the power in his body.
He didnāt know how, but he instinctively measured and adjusted his strength. Therefore, even if he was a little off guard, the power that was exploding tried to dominate his body.
āHey, itās okayā¦ā¦ā¦.ā
Roselyn suddenly approached him.
āThere.ā
Tamon grabbed his feverishly rising face with one hand and blocked her approach with the other.
āā¦ā¦stay where you are.ā
His brain seemed to shake from her body scent, which he could feel intensely even with his eyes closed.
āā¦Oh, Iām going crazy.ā
Roselyn V. Sunset.
She had a peculiar scent that resembled her name.
It was a scent that drifted in and out of the air, and instead of getting faded, it constantly hit his nose.
More, more, more. A little more. More.
The scent that stimulated him even in his normal state shook him violently and strongly now that all his senses were awake and acute.
He breathed heavily as he curled up his shoulders.
His heart felt like it was going to burst. It was as painful as when the power first manifested itself.
No, it felt even worse than that.
It was because Roselyn was right beside him. Her scent stimulated him, drawing him in.
āIāll call someoneā¦.ā
Hesitantly, Roselyn rose from her seat. Tamon quickly grabbed her wrist .
āNo!ā
Her skin was so sweet as it clung to his palm.
If he could absorb anything with his skin, he would have eaten her already touching the palm of his hand.
It seemed less painful to poke his heart with an awl.
He gritted his teeth and shook his head.
āNoā¦?ā
He had to let her go, but once he touched her, he couldnāt let go of her skin.
Tamon struggled to hold back his strength.
The force was strong, urging him to pull the woman to him.
āNo..ā
He promised.
āIf she says no, I wonāt do it.ā
He couldnāt break it in less than three days. His pride did not allow it.
āā¦is it because of your power? Itās still a secret that you have that power, isnāt it?ā
As expected, Roselyn was sharp. She immediately realized his intentions and didnāt ask any more questions.
No one, yet, should be trusted.
Of course, his mansion was full of people he trusted, but there had to be one or two attendants hiding among them who were spies for the king or his enemies.
He had to keep the secret.
The mastermind of using this secret had to be himself.
āGaspā¦ā¦ā¦! Argh!ā
Tamon bellowed roughly, unable to suppress his groans. He wanted to trap himself in the ice. His mind kept going blank and then black.
When he felt like he was going to pass out, he hit his head on the floor. How much time had passed?
Roselyn, who had been watching him closely, said,
āIf Iām ā¦ā¦ā¦..can I help you?ā
Her voice pierced him vividly.
He quickly looked up and stared at her. There was a hint of mad obsession and suppressed joy in his glowing eyes.
āSeriously, ha, ugh ā¦ā¦ you mean?ā
āIāve never taken back what Iāve spat out.ā
Roselyn replied nonchalantly.
That was enough.
Tamon scratched his neck and laughed wildly.
He wasnāt a gentleman, and he wasnāt a shyster who reserved himself for appearances when what he wanted came rolling in.
With fire in his eyes, Tamon reached out with a quick rise of his stiff hips.
Roselynās tense face came close in front of him.
In an instant, he had her lying beneath him and whispered with a wild laugh.
āWell thenā¦I wonāt say no.ā
The feverish manās lips quickly clamped down on Roselynās defenseless, open lips.
***
Roselyn embraced the fire.
Is this what it feels like to jump naked into a blast furnace?
It was hot, hot, hot again. Once the heat rose, the body didnāt know how to cool down. It was a really terrible heat.
Tamon came in, bringing her to the peak of her pleasure.
She felt herself corrupted.
Roselyn let herself go again and again as she felt a pleasure she had never experienced before.
It was so intense that it made her cry out. She moaned and clung to him, sobbing.
He didnāt let go of her once.
He used everything he had to eat her.
He didnāt even let a single tear drop to the floor, the tears Roselyn spilled.
She could feel the sores on every part of her that he had eaten.
When he tried to heal the swollen and sore areas with his lips, Roselyn cried out and even hit him on the head.
āStop it, stop itā¦ ā¦ā¦ā¦!ā
Roselyn nervously pushed him away, but not the body that was in contact with him.
She couldnāt count how many hours had passed, or how many times he was inside her.
The constant rush of climaxes exhausted her, but at the same time the life force coming in from him aroused her.
Her heart beat faster. Her body was certainly tired, but her soul felt even hotter.
The passion that began in the early evening burned the dawn to its full extent, and did not extinguish until morning.
The next dayās noon passed in a blur as he sent away the attendants who had rushed to the room three times, startled by the screams and cries.
āPleaseā¦.ā
Roselyn dismissed him pleadingly in a faint voice. She knew for the first time that just being intimate could be this exhausting.
Suddenly, Gillottiās insults came to mind, boiled up on its own accord.
āJust a little moreā¦ā¦..ā
Tamon mumbled as he buried his face in her chest, which had turned so red that it was hard to find a place where it wasnāt. Roselyn clawed at his shoulder as she sobbed.
āI want to sleep. Please. Thatās enough.ā
She was completely worn out.
Tamon, on the other hand, gradually came back to his normal state.
Fortunately or unfortunately, his symptoms quickly subsided.
That heat he had felt for the first time was pretty much gone, and he didnāt scream in pain.
Roselyn turned her wet eyes to look at his heart.
When he took off his gown, his heart shone red.
The red light leaked through the pale skin as if the power trapped there would burst out immediately.
Now it was cool and quietā¦ā¦ā¦
āThatās good.ā
Once Roselyn checked his chest, which was now quiet, she felt the sleepiness that she had been forcing out of her come over her. This time, she couldnāt resist at all.
She felt a pinch on her neck.
Tamon was biting her neck like an animal with clenched teeth.
Roselyn bit his shoulder nervously.
She bit as hard as she could, but even that was weak and non-threatening.