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Despite Ashton’s soothing tone, Remy couldn’t stop panting, his breath ragged and shallow.

‘I feel like I’m going to burn up. I can’t breathe. It hurts so much…’

Clinging to Ashton, Remy dug his nails into his back, his body writhing against him in desperation.

The damp fabric of their clothes pressed together, heightening the sensation.

Ashton felt every tremor, every shiver, as if Remy’s pain were his own.

To Remy, Ashton’s body felt like a lifeline.

Pressing his pounding heart against Ashton’s chest, he buried his face in Ashton’s shoulder, inhaling deeply.

‘Alpha’s scent…’

Even as his rational mind slipped further away, the pheromones surrounding them grew stronger.

Unconsciously, Remy leaned closer, seeking the source of that alluring scent.

He nuzzled against the back of Ashton’s ear, burying his nose in the spot where the Alpha’s scent was the strongest.

“Ahh… it smells… so good…”

Remy was simply following his instincts with pure, unrestrained impulse, but Ashton found it increasingly difficult to bear.

Remy’s breaths, his scent—even the sweat glistening as it trailed down his skin—everything about him was alluring, making the temptation unbearable.

Even the act of breathing in the scent lingering near Remy’s earlobe seemed overwhelming.

Yet, Remy pressed closer, his body rubbing against Ashton.

In this ambiguous position—neither lying down on the bed nor fully standing next to it—Ashton held Remy, who clung to him.

Remy’s movements were slow, his touch languid.

Savoring Ashton’s scent, Remy gradually coaxed him toward the bed.

Ashton, unable to resist the enticing caresses, followed, allowing himself to be guided.

As they moved onto the bed, Remy’s body quivered, consumed by torment.

The omega’s body, which Ashton had desired so intensely, lay beneath him now.

“Remy…”

“Mm… Please… do something. I can’t take it anymore…”

“Remy. Are you sure you won’t regret this?”

“I… I don’t know… I don’t care… Just, please… Do something… Ahh…!”

“Remy…”

Ashton squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his rationality slip further away as his clenched fists trembled.

The conflict within him grew heavier.

He didn’t want to make this first experience painful for Remy.

At the very least… if only he had a few more days to tell him. If only there had been time to confess his feelings…

“My heart… If only I’d had the chance to tell you…”

“Ah…!”

As if to break the stalemate, Remy let out an irresistibly sensual moan, his body writhing as he raised one leg.

The knee pressing against Ashton’s desire spurred him further toward surrender.

It was becoming unbearable for both of them.

In the face of the heat cycle, neither alpha nor omega could resist their primal instincts.

Asking for self-control now was akin to destroying each other.

“For Remy…”

Finally, after a long internal battle, Ashton opened his eyes.

He gazed directly at the omega beneath him.

“Remy.”

Slowly, Ashton lowered his head, bringing his lips to Remy’s soft, glistening ones.

A fragrant aroma enveloped them like a field of blooming white flowers, their breaths mingling as they touched parts of each other they had never explored before.

Their hearts pounded as if ready to burst.

Kissing Remy, Ashton lifted a hand to brush back his sweat-drenched hair.

The same warmth he felt earlier while drying Remy’s hair now radiated between them—soft, tender, and comforting.

Remy closed his eyes, the pain that had overtaken his body seemingly starting to fade.

“Hah… hah…”

When their lengthy kiss ended, Ashton drew back, a thin thread of saliva stretching between their lips.

He gently wiped it away with his thumb and kissed Remy softly on the cheek.

“I like you, Remy.”

Whispering the words he had kept buried in his heart, Ashton confessed quietly.

Even if Remy didn’t remember this tomorrow, he needed to say it now.

“I really, truly like you, Remy.”

He pressed another kiss to Remy’s cheek, then to the edge of his ear.

Remy’s flushed face trembled with each touch of Ashton’s lips.

Softly, Ashton moved down to Remy’s neck, his lips grazing the tender skin as he lightly sucked.

“Ah…!”

Remy’s body jolted, arching slightly off the bed.

Ashton slid his hand beneath Remy’s lower back, grasping the slim waist that felt as though it might snap under too much pressure.

Slowly, he trailed his lips downward.

The room felt dizzyingly fragrant, like standing in a field of blooming flowers.

Every inch of Remy’s skin Ashton touched was soft, and his beauty left Ashton breathless.

Even in his hazy state, Remy tried to watch Ashton, who was exploring his body with reverence.

Overwhelmed by the sweet scent and pheromones, he struggled to adjust to the moment.

“Mm…”

Remy’s body grew unbearably warm.

Each touch of Ashton’s lips against his skin sent ripples of sensation through him, setting every nerve alight.

These were feelings he had never experienced before, ones that consumed him entirely.

“Remy… You’re so beautiful.”

Ashton looked down at Remy, his voice husky as he spoke.

Through hazy vision, Remy could see Ashton’s face, moist with emotion, calling his name.

Though he couldn’t fully grasp the situation, he could feel the sweetness in Ashton’s words soaking into him.

His flushed lips trembled as he spoke.

“Hug me, Ashton…”

Hearing those words, Ashton felt whatever shred of rationality he had left slipping away.

Remy’s plea was devastatingly seductive.

Unable to contain his rising desire, Ashton leaned down again, this time devouring Remy’s lips with a rough, ravenous kiss.

Unlike their first, this one was wild and unrestrained, as Ashton licked and sucked on Remy’s lips.

Completely captivated by the forceful kiss, Remy moaned, his body quivering.

“Ah…! Ashton…”

“Remy.”

Ashton’s lips trailed from Remy’s mouth down to his neck.

He tugged open the buttons of Remy’s blouse with unrestrained fervor, exposing the body he had only ever imagined.

Faced with such beauty, Ashton felt as though he were losing his mind, his rationality now a distant memory.

“Ah!”

Remy winced as Ashton’s mouth latched onto his skin, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

A mixture of pain and pleasure escaped his lips in soft whimpers.

“Not there…! That’s too…”

“Shh. It’s okay, Remy.”

“But… Mm!”

Ashton’s lips returned to Remy’s tender skin.

The unfamiliar sensations overwhelmed Remy, wrapping around his entire body.

As he felt Ashton bury his face in his chest, moving persistently, Remy’s back arched, his body writhing.

It felt strange. Too strange.

‘This is… unbearably unfamiliar…’

“Ah…! Ashton, this is too much… I… can’t…!”

With every movement of Ashton’s lips, every stroke of his tongue, Remy found himself fighting against sensations he could hardly endure.

They were beyond pain or pleasure—something entirely new, utterly consuming.

‘I can’t take it. It feels like my body is melting in Ashton’s mouth. I feel it pulling me down, too much to bear.’

Tears welled in Remy’s eyes as he succumbed to the overwhelming feelings coursing through him.

Unfamiliar, uncontrollable, they consumed him entirely.

Meanwhile, Ashton’s lips moved further downward, past Remy’s smooth abdomen and dipping into the hollow of his navel.

Sticky trails marked his path as his lips sought even more of Remy.

Fueled by mounting desire, Ashton didn’t stop.

Lower, further down, his lips trailed while his hand moved toward the waistband of Remy’s pants.

“Ah…!”

As if the bud of a rose dyed crimson began to unfurl, Remy’s concealed self was laid bare.

Ashton’s face, which had been advancing relentlessly downward, suddenly froze.

Slowly, he raised his gaze.

The sight before him was so breathtaking, so precious, that he couldn’t help but stop, striving to take it all in.

“My heart feels like it’s going to burst…!”

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