The sun, a brilliant gold coin in the azure sky, cast shimmering patterns across the surface of the secluded lake. This was Noah’s gift to her—a corner of the vast Wynknight estate carved out just for them, hidden by ancient weeping willows and fragrant moonpetal blossoms. It was a world away from the gilded cage of the capital, from the whispered plots and the ever-present shadow of death that had haunted her since she’d woken up in this world. Here, she wasn’t just Raeliana Mcmillan, the fake fiancée fighting for her life. Here, for a fleeting moment, she could almost feel like Park Eunha again, or perhaps Rinko Hanasaki, simply a young woman enjoying a summer’s day. The thought was a bittersweet ache in her chest, a phantom limb of a life long lost. The story she was living, this tale of 'Why Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke's Mansion', was far more intense and terrifyingly real than the novel she had once read.

She shifted on the plush lounge chair, the fabric of her scandalous swimwear feeling impossibly alien against her skin. It was a bikini, a creation born from her fragmented memories of a modern world. She had sketched it on a whim, and Noah, with that infuriatingly perceptive glint in his violet eyes, had it made for her without a single question, the finest sea-green silk clinging to her curves. It was a secret rebellion, a piece of her past life worn in defiance of this one. The top was two simple triangles of fabric held by delicate strings, and the bottom was a daring cut that left the pale skin of her hips and the curve of her stomach bare to the sun’s gentle kiss. She felt both liberated and profoundly exposed, a feeling that had become the very essence of her relationship with Duke Noah Wynknight.

A shadow fell over her, and the familiar, intoxicating scent of sandalwood and cold steel filled the air. She didn't need to open her eyes to know he was there. “Enjoying the view, my lady?” Noah’s voice was a low, velvet purr, laced with the amusement he always seemed to find in her. She cracked open an eyelid, feigning nonchalance as her heart hammered against her ribs. He stood over her, stripped to the waist, wearing only a pair of dark trousers. His torso was a masterpiece of lean, powerful muscle, honed by a lifetime of swordsmanship, the faint network of scars a testament to the dangers he faced so casually. His silver hair caught the light like spun moonlight, and those violet eyes, sharp and intelligent, were fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin tingle.

“The view is adequate, Your Grace,” she replied, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Though I find the scenery has just improved considerably.” His lips quirked into that devastating smirk of his. “Has it now? I was thinking the same thing.” His gaze dropped, sweeping over her body in the bikini with an appreciative slowness that felt like a physical touch. He didn't mock her strange attire; instead, he looked at her as if she were the most exquisite treasure he had ever laid eyes on. “An interesting design, Raeliana. Bold. I approve.” He knelt beside her lounge chair, his proximity stealing the air from her lungs. He reached out, his long, elegant fingers tracing the string of her bikini top where it tied at her nape. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent a jolt of pure fire through her.

“You are a constant source of surprises,” he murmured, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her neck. “Just when I think I have you figured out, you reveal another layer.” He was talking about more than just the swimsuit. He was talking about the strange knowledge she possessed, the modern phrases that slipped from her tongue, the fierce, unyielding spirit that was so unlike the frail noble lady she was supposed to be. He was talking about the soul of Park Eunha, a woman from another world, trapped inside Raeliana Mcmillan. Her breath hitched. His eyes locked with hers, a silent conversation passing between them. He saw her, the real her, and he wasn't afraid. He was intrigued.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Come into the water with me,” he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. Without waiting for an answer, he stood, offering her a hand. She took it, his strong grip enveloping hers, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. Standing before him, clad in so little, she felt a fresh wave of vulnerability, but his gaze held no judgment, only a deep, simmering desire that mirrored her own. They walked to the edge of the crystal-clear lake, the soft grass cool beneath their feet. The water was a startling, refreshing blue, fed by a natural spring that kept it pleasantly warm. Noah waded in first, the water swirling around his powerful thighs, his eyes never leaving her.

Taking a deep breath, Raeliana followed. The water enveloped her, a cool silk embrace against her heated skin. She waded out until she was waist-deep, the gentle current making the fabric of her bikini bottom cling to her. Noah closed the distance between them in a few silent strides, his hands coming to rest on her hips. The contrast of his warm hands on her water-cooled skin was electric. “You know,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, “every time I look into your eyes, I feel like I’m drowning.” He cupped her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin. “Those magnificent green eyes. They hold so many secrets, so much fire.” Her heart swelled. It wasn't just a line; it was the truth. Her green eyes were a signature of Raeliana Mcmillan, but the soul looking out from them, the one he was falling for, was that of another woman entirely.

“And what do your eyes hold, Noah?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. She raised her hands, letting them drift through the water to rest on his bare, wet chest. She could feel the steady, powerful beat of his heart beneath her palm. “They hold you,” he answered simply, without a trace of artifice. And in that moment, all the plots, all the danger, all the fear of her precarious existence in the world of 'Kanojo Ga Koushakutei Ni Itta Riyuu' melted away, leaving only this man and the profound, overwhelming truth of his words. He lowered his head, and his lips claimed hers. The kiss was slow and deep, a taste of sunshine and cool water and a longing so profound it ached. His tongue swept into her mouth, exploring, tasting, claiming. She moaned softly, her fingers clenching against his chest as she kissed him back with all the pent-up passion she kept locked away.

When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless. He rested his forehead against hers, his violet eyes dark with emotion. “Let’s go to the pavilion,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. He led her from the water, their wet bodies gleaming in the afternoon sun. The pavilion was a small, open-air structure furnished with thick cushions and draped with sheer white curtains that fluttered in the breeze, offering a perfect illusion of privacy. As they stepped onto the cool marble floor, he swept her into his arms, carrying her the final few feet and laying her down gently amongst the cushions. He knelt over her, a predator admiring his willing prey. “I’ve wanted you like this since the moment I saw you today,” he confessed, his gaze burning a trail down her body.

A daring thought, a mischievous impulse from her past life as Park Eunha, sparked in her mind. She wanted to surprise him, to take control, to show him a side of her that was not just the prim and proper lady. She sat up, pushing him back gently so he was sitting on his heels. “Then perhaps,” she said, her voice a seductive purr she barely recognized as her own, “you should let me have my way with you first.” A flicker of surprise crossed his features, quickly replaced by intrigued amusement. He leaned back on his hands, a king granting his favored subject a boon. “By all means, my love. Dazzle me.”

With a newfound confidence, she moved. She didn’t go for his lips or his chest. Instead, she knelt before him, her eyes locking with his as she reached for the fastening of his trousers. Her fingers worked the buttons free, her movements slow and deliberate. She pushed the damp fabric down his hips, revealing him, hard and ready for her. His breath hitched, a sharp intake of air that betrayed his carefully controlled composure. But she still didn’t touch him with her hands. Instead, she leaned back, bracing herself on her hands, and lifted one slender leg. She brought her foot, clean from the spring water and impossibly delicate, to his shaft. She watched his eyes widen as her toes curled gently around the thick, velvety head of his cock.

“Raeliana…” he breathed, his voice strained. She smiled, a slow, sensual smile, and began to move. This was a footjob, an act so foreign to this world, yet so intimately familiar to the woman she used to be. She stroked him with the arch of her foot, the smooth, sensitive skin creating a unique and exquisite friction. She used her toes to tease and caress, circling the sensitive tip before sliding down the long, hard length. Noah threw his head back, a guttural groan escaping his lips. His hands clenched into fists on the cushions beside him, his knuckles white. He was completely at her mercy, enthralled by this strange, decadent new form of pleasure.

She used both her feet now, sandwiching him between them, the pressure firm and slick as a few beads of pre-cum coated her skin. The sight was incredibly erotic: her delicate, pale feet wrapped around his thick, flushed erection, the sheer curtains billowing around them, his handsome face contorted in a mask of pure ecstasy. She was in control, and the power was intoxicating. She quickened her pace, her ankles flexing as she slid up and down his length, feeling the powerful muscles in his thighs tense and tremble. “You… witch…” he ground out, the words a mixture of awe and surrender. “Where did you learn such… artistry?” She just smiled, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “A lady has her secrets, Your Grace.”

Just as he seemed on the verge of losing control, she stopped. She pulled her feet away, leaving him throbbing and exposed. He opened his eyes, a question burning in their violet depths. “My turn,” she whispered, crawling up his body to straddle his lap. She untied the strings of her bikini top, letting the green silk fall away. Her breasts, full and pale with tight, pink nipples, were bared to his hungry gaze. He reached out, his hands reverently cupping their weight. “Perfect,” he rasped, his thumbs stroking her hardened nipples, sending bolts of lightning straight to her core. She gasped, arching into his touch. She leaned down and captured his mouth in a bruising, hungry kiss, her hips grinding against his, the head of his cock pressing insistently against her entrance, slick and hot through the thin fabric of her bikini bottom.

He broke the kiss, his hands moving to the strings at her hips. With a deft pull, he untied them, and the last piece of her modern rebellion fell away. She was completely naked now, utterly vulnerable and open to him. He guided himself to her entrance, his thickness pressing against her wet folds. “Look at me, Raeliana,” he commanded, his voice raw. She met his gaze, and in his eyes, she saw not a cold, calculating Duke, but a man consumed by love and desire for her. She saw her future. With a deliberate, powerful thrust, he entered her. A sharp, blissful cry tore from her throat as he filled her completely. They both froze for a moment, savoring the feeling of their joining, the perfect, soul-deep connection. Then, he began to move.

It was a dance of exquisite passion. He withdrew slowly, almost to the tip, before plunging back into her depths, each thrust deeper and more possessive than the last. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his every movement with an eager thrust of her own. The sound of their bodies slapping together, of their ragged breaths and soft moans, filled the tranquil air of the pavilion. He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive cord of her neck, sucking a dark mark onto her skin, branding her as his. “You are mine, Raeliana,” he growled against her flesh. “Mine.” “Yes,” she sobbed, her mind dissolving into pure sensation. “Yours, Noah. Only yours.”

He changed the angle, laying her back against the cushions and lifting her legs, resting them on his shoulders. The new position was impossibly deep, hitting a place inside her that sent her spiraling. Her climax built with breathtaking speed, a bright, hot coil tightening in her lower belly. “Noah, I’m…” she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Let go, my love,” he urged, his own movements becoming faster, more frantic. “Come with me.” Her vision whitened, and her body convulsed around him, her release a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her scream of ecstasy was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her, his own climax close behind.

He pulled out of her at the last second, his body shuddering with the force of his release. She was still reeling from her own orgasm, her eyes half-closed, when she felt his hot, thick seed splash across her face. It covered her cheek, her nose, her lips. The sudden, shocking intimacy of the act made her eyes fly open. For a split second, the modern sensibilities of Park Eunha recoiled, but then she saw his face. He was looking down at her, his expression one of raw vulnerability and absolute adoration. There was no shame, no degradation, only the final, ultimate act of surrender between them. He had given all of himself to her. A slow, genuine smile spread across her lips, a tear of pure happiness tracing a path through the sticky evidence of his passion on her cheek. She reached up, smearing a finger through his come and bringing it to her lips, tasting the salty, musky flavor of him. His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat at her complete and total acceptance.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms and wrapping them both in a discarded silk drape. They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and love, their heartbeats gradually slowing to a steady rhythm. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Raeliana snuggled against his chest, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over her. She was no longer just a character in a story, a woman living on borrowed time. She was Raeliana Mcmillan, the woman loved by Duke Noah Wynknight, a woman who had fought for her life and found a love more real and passionate than anything she could have ever read in a book. This was her reality now, and as she lay in his arms, feeling his love surround her like a shield, she knew, with every fiber of her being, that she was finally home.