Shortly afterwards, Luciano carried her to her bed with his tongue in Alana’s mouth. He then lowered her roughly and kissed her again, devouring her. On the way, he stared at Alana, but she had the same blank expression on her face, so he could not gauge her thoughts.

Luciano closed the thin cloth surrounding the bed and hugged Alana tightly. He whispered to her, “I’m aroused.”

She looked at him with wide eyes. “Don’t you think we should show my men what we can do? Alana, help me.”

As he spoke, he tore off her nightgown. He was pale all over with his silver hair and violet eyes but not as pale as Alana. With her platinum hair, green eyes, and fair skin, Alana was paler and more fragile in his eyes.

She was pale, even down to the tips of her exposed, lush breasts. He did not let them go until they were red. When they were red and pointy, he embraced the naked Alana without disturbing his own clothes.

Luciano had deliberately chosen a way to make Alana raise her voice. He pinned her legs down and mercilessly debauched her flower with his mouth. He took his time and drove a wedge into the quivering spot, making Alana squeal even louder.

He made her so crazy that she forgot that anyone was outside the thin cloth.

Alana’s white skin was boiling red. She didn’t have to tell him to hold her. She just put her hands on his back. She grabbed Luciano’s clothes as hard as she could, even though she wasn’t strong enough.

He became fiercer, and even the world around him became hazy.

He moaned like a beast, spurting out his c*m, and Alana responded in kind. Luciano placed his mouth to hers, scooped up her saliva with his tongue and poured it back into her.

Luciano’s copulation with Alana was for him, a way to instil life into her, to make her feel alive. As they became one, the layers of darkness faded away. As if desperately trying to make up for the time that had been smeared with nightmares, he sought her heat, listened to her breath and her voice. In the end, the only thing that mattered was the time he could touch her, give her pleasure and be given it.

“…Alana, rest until I return.” Alana stared at him, but she wrapped her body in the blanket and closed her eyes.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead and straightening his relaxed underclothes, he finally made his way to his men.

Frian and Leandro were sitting in chairs, but as soon as they saw Luciano, they stood up. “…Sir Emilio.”

Luciano spoke in a low voice. It was a voice that only the two of them could hear.

“It doesn’t matter if you came here with permission. I don’t need a reason. But if there is a second time. You will be my enemies,” he said before Frian and Leandro could react.

This time it was in a normal voice. “I’m talking to you about our departure. Get ready.”

“Are you going?”

“Yes. You heard from Conrad’s report. Miguel is already on the move, but we’re on our way. We’ll be there soon, tell everyone.

When he pointed his finger in reminder, Frian spoke, puzzled, “Are you coming too, Emilio?”

“You’re saying something strange. ─ I’ve been saying that for a while now, and if I don’t go, there’s nothing to talk about,” he then continued. ”This is a battle to reclaim Serrat. If anyone refuses to join, you know what to do.”

Leandro was the first to answer. Of course. There’s no need to keep any of those … useless bastards alive.”

“And we don’t need anyone disobeying your orders anymore,” Frian added.

Luciano nodded, “That’s all. Go.”