She disguises herself as a menial servant and carries a meal toward the ice shop. The moment she draws near, the Snow Wolf Prince—who has been abstinent for a thousand years—pins her down. Her entrance clenches tightly around him as he pushes all the way to the deepest point. She keeps crying out for him to slow down, yet the wetness flowing below has already soaked His Highness's hand. Her body is more honest than her mouth—that sweet, musky scent is impossible to hide. If she dares to keep pressing forward, the punishment awaiting her will be far worse than today's.