How to Survive as the Wife of the Monster Duke - Chapter 37 (18+)

Ilyin’s head bent backward as she felt the incredible sensation, and Aden placed his arms under her legs, lifting her with ease. She was barely sitting on him, and she thought she’d lose her balance if she let go. Aden placed the back of her knees on his shoulder, and her nether regions were visible now. He thr*st inside of her, deeper than before, finally entering her all the way and she mo*ned loudly.

“Are you thinking of someone else while you’re doing this with me?” Aden seemed to growl.

Ilyin tried to fan herself, but he lowered her hands to place them on his thighs. She couldn’t move them now.

“Whose safety do you want to know about?” His voice was rough, and her hands shook between his hands and thighs.

She wanted to know if his knight had been injured. Ilyin tried to calm down as she answered, “Your head knight… Den.”

Aden remained silent for a few moments. “Do you want to know whether he is safe?”

Ilyin didn’t know why he was asking the same question, but she nodded and muttered, “Yes.”

Aden’s hand lifted her hair from her neck, and she felt the cold air against her sweaty skin. Her silky soft hair swayed in front of her as his lips kissed her neck, “He is safe.” He brought Ilyin closer, and his lips left a deep mark on her skin as she mo*ned and groaned. His hands were rougher now as they roamed all over her, and he was now fully inside of her.

Aden whispered in a low and deep voice, “Actually, he may be happy now.” But Ilyin couldn’t concentrate on his words as he lifted her and ravaged her mouth. She wondered if he was going to move her somewhere else when he suddenly thrust inside her again, catching her off-guard. His patience was wearing thin, and he was moving faster and faster inside her now.

Ilyin groaned as he struck deep inside her and she felt weak and he quickly placed a pillow under her before moving his hips. His thrusts were rough like something in him had exploded, and Ilyin raised her head in ecstasy. His mouth left numerous marks on her back as he tried to hold himself back. He wanted to devour her.

Seeing her delicate form beneath him, he tried to control himself, and not just satisfy his needs. Therefore, Aden kissed Ilyin’s back as she grabbed the blanket tighter. Her response was immediate, even to small sensations. Aden had heard her grip the blankets and placed her hand over his in case she hurt herself but it made him go deeper inside her.

“Ah…!” Ilyin clenched her most secret area, tight enough to make Aden let go of his reason. He grabbed her by the hips and penetrated her as deep as he could. Coming back to his senses, upon seeing her flushed body, he moved his hips gently to signal that he would not finish off in mere moments.

Aden’s hands pressed down on the bed as he breathed deeply. He let himself go inside of her and embraced Ilyin, his lovely bride who had worried over him without even knowing it.

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“Your Highness!” It was rare for a shout like this to be heard on the seventh floor, as those who had done so in the past, had left with their heads separated from their bodies. “You have to control yourself!” However, he was one of the rare ones who was still whole; he was the resident doctor, Ves. “Have you forgotten she is from the Empire?”

Idith couldn’t look at his master’s awkward face and turned his eyes toward the ceiling instead. Aden looked at the wallpaper, which had not interested him in twenty years!

He was thinking of last night when he had told Ilyin that he was not the type to search her behind her back. Aden was that type, and while Ilyin seemed to have thought it a mere excuse, he felt uncomfortable with the lies piling up.

Ilyin had been worried about him, and Aden covered his face for a moment with a hand. He did feel happy despite the circumstances.

“The mistress will have to take medicine all the time if things continue like this! She’s not even used to the winter yet!” Ves’s shout was loud, even though his master was thinking different things. “Do not go near her for a week?”

Aden looked at Ves now, “A week?”

“Yes!”

Idith thought Aden looked more shocked than he had when he’d seen the avalanche. Ves walked out into the hall, after deciding he’d lie down in front of the Duchess’s room to prevent Aden from getting to her if it was necessary.

Idith looked at the ceiling again, as only he and Aden were left in the room. Aden stared at the door, gobsmacked, and thought that a week was far too long…