How to Survive as the Wife of the Monster Duke - Chapter 170 (18+)

“Aren’t you scheduled to leave tomorrow?” she asked. “You’re regularly scouting as Grand Master Den of the Delrose knights?”

“Of course,” he laughed. Of course, she was well aware of his schedule.

“Well,” she said, as though she’d caught him in a trap, “it’d be terrible if you made mistakes in the field due to lack of sleep.”

“You’re worried I would get hurt?” he laughed.

“Of course,” she said quickly.

“You think I would show weakness in the face of such lowly things as the monsters?” he asked.

“That’s not –,” she started to protest.

“Am I so untrustworthy?” he continued. He touched her hair, drew her further into his embrace. Ilyin blushed as she felt his body press against hers.

“Not at all,” she breathed.

“Then you’ve failed,” he said.

“No,” she said, holding up a hand to silence him a moment while her brain spun a new reason.

“You have other duties as well,” she said. “A lack of sleep could impact some of those as well.”

“I see,” Aden nodded.

“So,” Ilyin laughed, “we need to sleep.”

“Hmmm,” Aden said, looking at his bride thoughtfully. She pulled gently from his embrace, led him back around to his chair. He sat, and she sat upon his legs, toying with his hair while he considered. Her soft hand brushed along his scalp, caressed his cheek.

“What a convincing argument,” he said with a laugh. Ilyin laid her head against him.

“Pardon?” she said coyly, as though she hadn’t heard him.

“I feel I’m almost overtaken,” he said, taking her hand and laying it softly on his chest. “But . . . could you persuade me more aggressively?”

Aden’s office was quiet in the pre-dawn hours. Sounds inside his office were amplified.

“Ah,” Ilyin gasped. She wasn’t sure what aggressive persuasion meant, but the idea made her cheeks flare.

“Do you know that every night I spend with you is restful for me?” he breathed.

Their nights were always passionate, but Ilyin knew he was telling the truth. He was always so full of energy after their torrid nights.

“Aden,” Ilyin moaned, and her cheeks grew even more flush as she now understood his full meaning.

“Yes?” he asked playfully, as though he didn’t understand why his name was on her lips, why her cheeks were so red. Ilyin laid her hand against his cheek, then slid it up to brush his hair again. It was so soft.

She cradled the side of his face, brushed against the soft ridge of his ear, fondled his earlobe.

“Let’s sleep,” she said, softly but firmly. It was her sweetest tone, but he knew she was resolved. And her message was clear – if he could be satisfied with a treat now, later she would let him gorge himself.

“I don’t want to sleep just yet,” he said, his deep voice tingling in her ears. He gently took her hand in his. “But there is a way you could persuade me to change my mind.”

His voice sounded rough with excitement, dangerous. He slid her hand from his face down his body – first to his chest, slipping inside his shirt across the muscles of his chest, grazing his n*pples. Even though Aden guided her hands, his body shuddered in response.

With his free hand, he unbuttoned his shirt as he led Ilyin’s hands across his stomach. Her hand danced lightly across the rigid line of muscles across his abdomen.

He watched her gaze follow their hands. He shifted forward and kissed her lightly on the forehead. When she looked up in mild surprise, he kissed her lovely lips.

She met his lips with a sigh, and they fell into a deep kiss. The kiss drew on and on until Ilyin felt out of breath and Aden, sensing it, pulled away.

Ilyin caught her breath, and Aden’s lips attacked again – this time even deeper. Ilyin seemed to lift outside of herself, even as Aden lowered her hand further.

Her hand met something, and she flinched. She’d only grazed it with the back of her hand, but she knew clearly what it was. His shaft was already fully hard and barely contained in his pants. Aden rubbed her hand along it again, and again.

“Uh,” he breathed hoarsely. Her soft hand was so stimulating.

“Will you comfort this,” he asked as their lips parted again. Then I could rest deeply. Inside you.

He deftly slipped it free from his pants and laid her soft hand upon it. It felt hot, and too large for her hand to cover. She blushed again to feel his turgid rod directly, no longer through a shield of fabric. He moaned at the feel of her hand on him. Ilyin slid the back of her hand along it again, this time of her own accord.

His grip loosened on her hand, and she turned her wrist, wrapping her hand delicately around his member. She stroked him softly once, then again, and each time the graze of her fingers along his shaft set off lightning in his head.

“Ah,” he sighed. And Ilyin stared into his eyes as her hand continued to persuade him.