Ilyin's breathing quickened and a muscular arm supported her waist, she felt herself getting wetter and her juices started to flow.
Aden must have noticed it too, when the wet sounds her mouth made filled the room, her tongue was busy, but now his fingers dipped inside her to tease her.
Ilyin squirmed as he rubbed her clit with his fingers that were wet with her juice.
He stood up and she clung to him without even realizing it, the duke smiled as he stroked her hair.
“I have no choice as you are clinging to me.” He hugged her tightly and when their bodies met again, his erection momentarily slid inside her.
She shuddered and tilted her head back, Aden kissed her revealing cleavage and his erection slid 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 sigh and she felt heat spread across her neck.
While he was hard as iron, he was still not thrusting deep inside her, he entered her slowly, almost unbearably slow.
Ilyin felt his pure strength inside her and her toes curled at the deep sensations, the short, shallow orgasms passed through her body and he stopped to kiss her whenever she was about to reach a climax.
Ilyin held him from the start 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 ecstasy flowed through her from head to toe, they could feel each other now and Aden held her tighter while holding her back.
Ilyin's breathing became labored as each movement shook her body and made her feel him even more.
“Should we move as you might feel uncomfortable here?” Aden moved slowly and she felt him as they moved together, her breathing was shallow because she felt weak and she hugged him tightly, feeling like she would go limp if things continued like this.
“Your Grace…!” His words were pleading and the Duke just laughed.
The bed was too far away and Ilyin couldn't figure out if he was intentionally walking slowly or if the room was too big.
His face grew whiter with each movement.
“You can call me by my name, Ilyin.”
He leaned his body forward and Ilyin felt the soft bed on his back, he moved out of it for a moment but stayed close 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 himself hesitate for a moment before doing so, but he brought her close again to enter her.
“Wait…” The cold bed brought her back to her senses and she grabbed his hand before she melted completely.
“I have something to tell you.” His voice was warm and rough and Aden stroked his straight hair as he waited.
“Please speak.” He asked softly.
His lips were on his cheek now and Ilyin let out a sigh before whispering to him again:
“Are you going to fight?”
He replied after a moment of hesitation:
“Yes.”
Ilyin gripped his hand tighter as she remembered the snowstorm in her dream, she has to tell him that monsters can cause snowstorms but couldn't justify her statement.
She spoke again after a silence:
“Beware of an avalanche.”
The Duke laughed at his words:
“Are you worried about me?”
His lips touched hers and he whispered after a long kiss:
“I will be back safely.”
He kissed her fingers and Ilyin felt the tension increase as he squeezed her soft spots, her stomach tensed and she felt her muscles tighten.
The Duke breathed into his ear:
“Don’t worry about me, Ilyin.”
Then he pushed deep inside her again and she let out a loud moan of ecstasy.
The Duke whispered in his ear:
“Please worry about this moment.”
She didn't have time to ask him about what, when he lost his temper.
Ilyin felt sparks in her head as his rough movements penetrated deep inside her.
She was right to speak first, as she couldn't think about anything else until she fell asleep.
***
Aden thought of Ilyin, whose words had been nervous and tense.
He may have been very insistent, but that was a thing of the past, the smell of summer that filled the room was ready for the picking as she was drinking peach liqueur.
Aden wanted to spend a long night with her, but his bride was like glass and so he had to stop his teasing and took her to bed.
Aden felt uncomfortable with her calling him by his title, as Ilyin was different from the other women.
“You can call me by my name.” He remembered telling her.
Her whispering his name had been so much sweeter to his ears.
“I have something to tell you.”
He remembered her saying and then she also asked:
“Are you going to fight?”
His fiancée had spoken in a rough voice just before Aden entered her, he had 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 was how you lost everything to feminine charms.
However, it seemed that Ilyin was a different type.
What she had whispered was very different from what he had expected.