Aden seemed like a cheerful person who loved to smile and laugh and his expression was generally light and bright, which was a complete contradiction to the rumors that said he was bloodthirsty and that he was more used to wielding a sword than talking, it seemed like the rumors were based on lies.
“If I said I wanted to see you too, would you believe me?” Aden asked her and Ilyin tilted his head slightly.
“Do you remember the day you met me?” He asked as he made eye contact with her.
There was no way she would forget the day she met him, as Duke Aden of Biflten, after she arrived in the winter region being ambushed by monsters.
"I was surprised to hear that they were looking for me that day.
That's why I thought we shouldn't make eye contact," Ilyin laughed.
“Do the knights of Delrose know Aden’s face?” She asked, thinking there was no way she would have called out to him on the battlefield.
"It is clear."
When she pondered about it, she realized that they must have known his identity since he was on the battlefield as a knight leader, but when someone called out “Your Majesty”, that person wasn't looking for some other duke, they were calling out to him.
And now she remembered getting out of the carriage and darting towards him and then accidentally falling into his arms.
Aden looked down, impressed by the fact that she discovered her identity on her own.
"So, you're not saying you've been lying to me until now, are you?
Do you honestly think I'm going to be scared?" Ilyin looked at him in the silence that followed, waiting for his answer, but Aden kissed his cheek instead.
The arm she was holding for support became a handcuff that held her tightly in his warm embrace and she couldn't even run away.
“Aden, answer me…”
But she was interrupted when he suddenly kissed her lips, plunging his tongue inside her mouth and distracting her from her questions.
Ilyin's cheeks turned pink as her body began to respond to him immediately.
She looked him up and down slowly and even though his body was trapped inside his clothes, his muscular outline was visible.
Realizing that Aden knew she was looking at his body, Ilyin blushed heavily.
“I’m ready to be questioned,” he said.
The tone of his voice sounded different and his attitude changed.
He smiled and Ilyin realized he was referring to another interrogation as he pulled her closer to him.
Sparks flew when their bodies touched and if it weren't for a few pieces of cloth covering them, their bodies would be tightly intertwined, but the feeling of her hard crotch against his pants and rubbing against her wet, aching folds was still good, although it was a completely different feeling compared to when he was touching her with his fingers.
“You seem to be choosing to ask questions still,” he joked as he nibbled on your ear.
Ilyin lowered his face, which became hotter and redder.
Aden laughed and Ilyin felt that his weak laugh sounded a little sarcastic because he seemed to know everything she was thinking but was still teasing her.
Reaching out, he ran his hand through her long, soft silver hair, moving it over her shoulder and watching it cascade over her firm breasts.
He then caressed her ear with his fingertips while his other hand slid down her back.
Ilyin flinched at the familiar sensation that spread from his head to his neck.
The heat that coursed through her body felt like a rush of hot water, and there was absolutely no time for questions, she was drunk with lust and passion because of his sensual touch.
“You always close your eyes when you see me or turn your head,” Aden said and followed the tip of her gaze, as she could now see him freely.
Ilyin couldn't avoid him in the end, now that he came to meet her gaze and she realized that he could see her in the dim light and also, that he must have noticed that she avoided his face every night.
She opened her mouth slightly:
"That's why you came as Den.
Okay.
Well, not really, but I guess I can live with that." Ilyin burst into laughter.
“You have to be nice to the people beneath you,” she reminded him.
Aden thought about the people from Delrose who were running around on the seventh floor a while ago.
“They are doing well,” he replied wryly.
If Milo had been listening, he would have fallen to the ground and probably would have cried with laughter and he hugged Ilyin and held his hand while kissing his lips without breaking eye contact.
“But lying would be wrong,” he said as he nibbled her finger lovingly.
“Hmm,” Ilyin wanted to answer yes, but she was caught off guard when Aden leaned over and threw her onto the cotton blanket.
He thought of a lie, but it ended soon, thanks to Ilyin's cleverness.
Aden couldn't help but wonder what would happen now because Ilyin hadn't known for a long time that he was lying.
He was afraid of being caught, but what was even more terrifying was being caught lying and making her hate him.
He now wondered if a relationship based on lies would be able to continue once the lies were revealed, Ilyin might be disappointed in him now and leave for good and that terrified him.
Distracted from his thoughts by his fierce need to relieve the sexual tension burning within him, he forcefully removed Ilyin's clothes as his patience ran out.
He was hard as a rock as his desire for her intensified and he said:
“I gave you freedom earlier, so now it’s my turn.”
As a good hostess, she felt there was nothing she shouldn't do.
There was only a piece of cloth between the two now, which covered Ilyin's bottom, and it was already wet enough to feel the weight.
Aden then pushed his hard cock against her wet ass and because he was so turned on by her, the outside of the fabric became wet from the pre-cum that was dripping from the tip of his erection.
He got a little closer to Ilyin and began to rub the throbbing head of his hard cock against her swollen clitoris and moaned loudly:
“Yes!”