Aden found Ilyin adorable and smiled at her when she opened her lips as if she had something to say.
Gently, he stroked her soft little lips with his finger and said softly:
“Don’t be afraid.”
No matter what she was afraid of, Aden would be there for her and he squeezed her hand tightly.
“I heard that the Viscount House is looking for you.”
Ilyin's shoulders slumped as Aden unbuttoned his cloak and as his warm body leaned against her, he could feel Ilyin's heart beating fast.
"I didn't tell them I was coming here.
I only told my father I was coming north," Ilyin said in a shy voice.
Aden nodded:
"I see.
I guess that's why they're looking north then." He touched her shoulders several times.
“Please choose one of these options for me, Ilyin,” he said after comforting her enough for her shoulders to relax.
"If you want me to accept Viscount Arlen's offer, then I will gladly do so.
He is your father, but if you don't, then I will," His blue eyes sparkled beneath his long lashes.
"I plan to show him winter.
So pick one for me.
Whatever you want and don't worry about the decision you make."
When he finished speaking, Aden slowly rolled up Ilyin's dress to her waist and spread it over his big hands that were now holding her firm buttocks.
Because of this, he could feel the wood of the bookshelf on her panties.
It was well finished, so there was no worry of a piece of wood puncturing it.
The only problem was her wet ass.
“Aden, the shelf,” Ilyin tried to get off the shelf, but Aden's movement was faster.
His panties were quickly ripped off by her hands and fell to the floor because they were so wet with her juice that they had some weight to them and without hesitation, Aden slid his throbbing manhood inside her.
“Oh!” Ilyin's neck was pulled back.
The bookcase shook harder than before and made a louder noise.
She was worried that her wet thigh might touch the bookshelf.
“Aden!” But that thought immediately flew out of her head when his rock hard erection penetrated her deeply, rubbing against her sensitive insides.
“Oh!” Ilyin's body rose as his strong hips slammed into her, leaving her breathless.
“Ah, ah!” Ilyin's body shuddered against the bookshelf as Aden sank deeper inside her.
The hand she considered leaning against the shelf grabbed Aden's shoulder as she couldn't handle her shaking body and as their bodies got closer, the incredible sensations she felt increased.
Aden moved faster and faster and a mixture of wet sounds, as well as the sound of the bookcase slamming against the wall, echoed in the library.
His firm grip squeezed her buttocks as he plunged deeper inside her and with a final hard thrust, he let out a long, loud moan.
As her body trembled, Aden hugged Ilyin and slid his warm tongue into her delicate mouth as his warm liquid filled her below.
He wanted her to know that he was no longer alone sharing this intimate experience with her.
***
Viscount Arlen was very impatient.
Of course, it would be better to establish a trading partner due to the food problem, but even without this additional stress, he didn't have the relaxed attitude of a noble.
To put it nicely, the viscount had the basics of what it took to be a merchant, but he expressed all his thoughts like a novice merchant would and also didn't behave like a noble.
“Sir Milo, they said they will negotiate with other merchants if we don’t respond within today,” advised the visitor from the winter region.
It seemed like they received more messages from Viscount Arlen in a day than they ate meals and Milo sighed:
“Carrots are not so necessary for the winter region.”
“That's what I'm saying,” the man from the winter region replied condescendingly.
Viscount Arlen acted as if he was holding a card that they would regret not playing.
Of course, if they thought about the profitability of the merchant clan, it seemed like a waste, but it was still profitable considering the cost of shipping the Arlen estate to the north.
Although, it wasn't enough money for the clan to ruin its image or its position.
The Arlen farm was too small for that.
How many carrots could such a small farm produce?
“Milo!” Someone screamed.
At this moment, the door to the Merchant's office vibrated as if it was being hit by the strong April wind.
“Come in,” replied Milo.
The door immediately opened and the person who entered the office was from Delrose, Milo knew that the message he was waiting for had finally arrived from Biflten.
“A message from the house,” the man announced.
“Um.” Milo straightened his clothes and listened.
He was waiting for a response from the mainland, but he already knew the answer.
His Highness didn't like Arlen very much.
Milo knew this from the investigation he had carried out and even if he ignored everything else, the fact that His Highness's lady did not have a personal maid, contrary to what the rumor suggested, bothered him.
This meant that the lady's position within the Arlen House was completely opposite to the rumor.
“The house goes,” the man began to convey the message, but Milo wasn't paying attention.
He could use other methods to investigate the viscount's wife and there was no reason for him to accept the exchange just for this information.
Then Milo felt as if he had already heard the answer.
After taking a deep breath, the messenger continued:
“Accept the exchange with Arlen’s estate.”
"What?" Milo was taken aback and immediately began to question this unexpected message, but then stopped himself.
The messenger had more to say:
“But, he will meet the viscount in person.”