How to Survive as the Wife of The Monster Duke

He unbuttoned the rest of Ilyin’s gown, spreading it on the bed, and placed a hand on her heaving chest. He smelled a little blood as she’d bitten her lips and he said, “You do not need to do that.”

As her underwear was now damp, she felt his fingers more directly this time. His lips were on hers before she could bite them again, and he felt her moan in his mouth. Ilyin’s hand fisted the blankets again, and he gently released her fingers from them to kiss the back of her hand. His mouth then trailed down to the soft skin on her belly, and another hand stroked her hair. It was not fear that kept her anymore, but pleasure.

She heard him unbutton his shirt and bend towards her. His body was hot against her skin, and Ilyin felt his erection slide in between her thighs. She didn’t move, and she could hear Aden’s chuckle as his erection was now about to enter her.

Ilyin knew what that meant, and she heard his moan in her ears. She knew that he was waiting for her.

“Are you scared, still?” Aden kissed her face, and then his lips moved down to her bre*sts. He was not asking her to hurry because he realized that it must be strange for her to spend a night with a husband whose face she hadn’t seen.

Ilyin shook her head. She was still scared a little bit but felt mostly at ease because of his gentle gestures. She realized that her choice had been right, and life in this strange mansion may be less scary than she’d expected.

“It’s all right,” he whispered in her ear.

Ilyin had been about to speak when Aden’s lips found her bre*sts and she sucked in a deep breath instead. His tongue was gentle and she moaned at the tantalizing sensations. Her body shook, and his hand went down again to where her juices were flowing. She wasn’t surprised but let out a gasp at his touch. Her entire body tingled and her cheeks became flushed. The energy in the bed was electric, and Aden growled as he bent down to take off the last of her clothing, ripping the side of her gown off, but his hands were gentle as he kissed her leg and left fresh marks on her skin. She flinched as wet sounds emanated from her secret place as Aden’s fingers dipped inside her, and she writhed harder. Then he kissed her as he moved his fingers and rubbed her most sensitive area with his thumb.

“Aaah!” Ilyin’s waist arched again as she grabbed the blankets and twisted them tightly in her hands, and Aden held one of them with his.

“If I do not control myself, please squeeze my hand tightly.”

Ilyin nodded as another finger entered her. He then bent over her to kiss her deeply and his mouth devoured hers as he tilted his face to swallow her moans. Three fingers were in her now, moving individually and one slid in her while another gently rubbed at her walls. A strong finger pressed down on her sensitive spot, and waves rolled in her head. She almost fainted from lack of breath and was close to reaching an orgasm.

Slowly, he entered her, filling her with his hardness and it felt as if every nerve in her body was tingling. Aden held her hand tightly as she was narrower than he’d expected and he gently moved deeper inside her as he kissed her, “Can you bear this?” He asked softly, his warm breath tickling her ear.

Ilyin didn’t even realize that she’d nodded as her head swam in ecstasy. However, she thought she could manage if he continued to move slowly. It was then that Aden entered deeper into her and her hips rose as he slipped his tongue hungrily into her mouth. She almost squeezed his hand, but she didn’t want him to stop and so she twisted the blanket tighter around her hands instead.

“You do not need to endure any discomfort, Ilyin,” the duke murmured as he began to move more forcefully. Needy moans filled the room, and Aden kissed her nose, smiling slightly. Then he held her head with his hand as his movements became more intense. His needy moans became louder, and Ilyin held the blanket tighter with each sound. The duke let out a low growl and her hands shook, but she only held the blankets tighter and her knuckles whitened.

“You may hurt your hands like this.” The duke’s hand touched hers, and he pulled back a little bit to whisper into Ilyin’s ear. “Hold me,” he said as he guided her arms to wrap them around his muscular back. Then, Aden pushed himself in, and his erection thrust into her softness.