Ilyin’s breathing quickened and a muscular arm supported her waist. She felt herself getting wetter and her juices flowed. Aden must’ve noticed that too, as the wet sounds his mouth made filled the room. His tongue had been busy, but now his fingers delved inside her to tease her. Ilyin squirmed as he rubbed her cl*toris with fingers that were wet with her juice. He lifted himself, and she hung on to him without even realizing it.

The Duke smiled as he stroked her hair. “I have no choice as you’re hanging onto me.” He embraced her tightly, and as their bodies met again, his erection slipped momentarily inside of her. She trembled and tilted her head back. Aden kissed her revealing neckline. His erection slipped in and out of her with shallow movements, as he waited for her to climax, and Ilyin could feel every sensation.

The Duke let out a hot breath, and she felt the heat spread on her neck. While he was iron-hard, he was still not thrusting deep inside her. He entered her slowly, almost unbearably slow. Ilyin felt his pure strength inside of her and her toes curled from the deep sensations. Short and shallow orgasms passed through her body, and he would stop to kiss her whenever she was about to reach a climax.

Ilyin had held on to him from the beginning and he pulled her even closer as he laughed. She was in his arms now, and he was positioned to thrust deep inside her. She moaned loudly as the ecstasy flowed through her from head to toe. They could feel each other now, and Aden embraced her tighter as he held the small of her back. Ilyin’s breath came in gasps as each movement shook her body and made her feel him all the more.

“Shall we move as you may feel uncomfortable here?” Aden moved slowly, and she felt him as they moved together. Her breath was shallow because she felt weak. She hugged him tightly as she felt like she would fall limp if things continued like this.

“Your Highness…!” Her words were pleading, and the Duke only laughed. The bed was too far, and Ilyin couldn’t figure out whether he was intentionally walking slowly, or if the bedroom was too large. Her face turned whiter with each movement.

“You can call me by my name, Ilyin.” He bent his body forward, and Ilyin felt the soft bed on her back. He slipped out of her for a moment but stayed near enough to tease her.

“…Aden.” She could feel his smile as his name rolled off her tongue. Aden gently kissed her nose and eyes again. Ilyin felt like he hesitated for a moment before doing so, but he brought her close again to enter her.

“Wait…” The cool bed brought her to her senses, and she grabbed his hand before she melted completely. “I have something to tell you.” Her voice was hot and rough, and Aden stroked her smooth hair as he waited.

“Please, speak,” he asked softly.

His lips were on her cheek now, and Ilyin let out a breath before whispering to him again, “Are you going to battle?”action

He answered after a moment’s hesitation, “Yes.”

Ilyin grabbed his hand tighter as she remembered the snowstorm in her dream. She had to tell him that the monsters may cause snowstorms, but could not justify her statement. She spoke again after a silence, “Be careful of an avalanche.”

The Duke laughed at her words, “Are you worried about me?” His lips touched hers and he whispered after a long kiss, “I will be back safe.” He kissed her fingers, and Ilyin felt tension build up as he nipped at her soft spots. Her stomach tensed, and she felt her muscles tighten. The Duke breathed in her ear, “Do not worry about me, Ilyin.”

Then, he thrust deep inside her again, and she let out a loud moan in ecstasy. The Duke murmured in her ear, “Please, worry about this moment instead.”

She had no time to ask him about what, as he let go of his patience. Ilyin felt sparks in her head as his harsh movements penetrated deep inside her. She had been right to speak first, as she couldn’t think about anything else until she fell asleep.

***

Aden thought about Ilyin, whose words had been nervous and tense. He may have been too insistent, but that was a thing of the past. The summer scent filling the room was ready to harvest, as she had been drinking a peach liqueur. Aden had wanted to spend a long night with her, but his bride was like glass. He’d had to stop his teasing and had taken her to the bed.

Aden had felt discomforted that she would call him by his title, as Ilyin was different from other women.

“You can call me by my name.” He recalled telling her. Her whispering his name had been much sweeter to his ears.

“I have something to tell you.” He recalled her saying, and then she’d also asked, “Are you going to battle?” His bride had spoken in a rough voice just before Aden had entered her. He’d heard of women asking for favors in bed, and it didn’t seem like a bad idea when he kissed her nose. Aden had thought that that was how one lost everything to feminine charms. However, it seemed that Ilyin was a different type. What she had whispered was much different from what he’d expected.