Lingering Affection, Making Up for Our Wedding Night

Prince Nolan scooped Serena Feng up in his arms and strode over to the low couch near the bath. He laid her down flat, giving her no chance to catch her breath before pressing her beneath him, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss...

"Tonight, I'm going to make you mine!"

"Are you sure it's you taking me, and not me taking you?"

Prince Nolan didn’t even see how Serena moved; all he knew was that by the time he reacted, he was already pinned beneath her, his clothes somehow stripped off without him noticing...

Another entire night tangled together...

It was as if this man hadn’t eaten his fill in centuries—even though he hadn’t been neglected lately, he was still so fierce when the mood struck.

Serena was too exhausted to move, and Prince Nolan simply refused to budge. The room was warm, and Nolan wasn’t worried about Serena catching cold. The two of them just lay there until broad daylight, when the palace attendants finally had to steel themselves and remind Prince Nolan from outside that it was time to get up.

Today was New Year’s Eve, and Little Dumpling’s birthday. Prince Nolan didn’t have morning court today, but he still had to attend the palace banquet and personally distribute rewards to the officials. Although the edicts and rewards had already been decided, Nolan still had to show up—and by this time, Little Dumpling should be nursing, and Her Majesty the Empress needed to get up as well.

Prince Nolan was not a reckless, neglectful emperor. After the first reminder, he picked Serena up and placed her into the warm pool, carefully and patiently washing her himself.

Instead of a towel, his slightly calloused hands glided inch by inch over Serena’s skin, making her hum with sleepy pleasure.

It wasn’t until Prince Nolan’s hands started roaming everywhere that Serena realized something was wrong. "No..." she protested.

She tried to push Prince Nolan away, but her arms went limp, and she slid right off him with a splash, tumbling into the water. "Ah... help!"

Serena’s arms and legs were weak—she couldn’t swim at all and ended up swallowing several mouthfuls of water.

"How could you be so careless?" Prince Nolan fished her out of the water. Serena coughed several times before she could catch her breath, then complained in a small, aggrieved voice, "It’s your fault."

"What did I do?" Prince Nolan raised an eyebrow, his face breaking into a wicked, teasing smile. Serena, annoyed, didn’t bother arguing—she simply bit down on his shoulder...

"Ow!" Prince Nolan winced in pain but stood there in the water, letting Serena chew on him until her jaw finally ached and she let go.

Normally, a bite from Serena would draw blood, but this time she only left two deep red marks—proof of just how "powerless" she was right now.

"Hmph..." Serena gave a proud little huff and turned her face away, refusing to look at Prince Nolan.

Prince Nolan only looked on with doting indulgence. He didn’t coax her with sweet words right away; instead, he calmly finished washing her from head to toe before carrying her out of the bath.

Serena had recovered some strength, but she was still languid and lazy. With Prince Nolan taking care of her, she didn’t bother moving at all—she simply surrendered herself to his hands and let him do as he pleased.

Prince Nolan set Serena, completely bare, on the low couch. Seeing her snow-white skin covered in bluish-purple kiss marks, his smile grew even more smug.

On impulse, Prince Nolan pressed Serena down again, nibbling her ear as he whispered, "Serena, how about we go one more round? I promise this will be the last."

"Can I say no?" Serena gritted her teeth and asked, word by word.

She knew it would end up like this.

"Doesn’t seem like you can."

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