History at the Library

Chapter 127

Wind Becomes a Storm (8)

Aiden strode to her front and raised her chin with a rough touch. Suddenly, Vivian, whose head was bent, groaned softly. Taking advantage of the gap between her lips, Aiden clasped her lips without hesitation and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly to prevent her from moving.

It was a violent kiss that pushed her without giving her a chance to breathe. She, who became quite good at kissing, was greedy enough to gasp and punch him on the back. He sucked it up to the root of her tongue, ran through her entire mouth, and bit her tongue or lips as if to mark her.

When her small lips turned her head rebelliously, he chased her and covered her mouth again. When she stepped back, he rubbed his tongue deeper and more concentrated. He pushed her down, grabbed her struggling hand as if to tie it up, and put his knees between her legs to stimulate her vagina. It was a blatant act of sweeping up and down as if to elicit a response.

Vivian groaned, closing her eyes tightly because of the sudden intense stimulus.

“Whoops…”

It seemed like he was shouting ‘That’s all’. Aiden swallowed all her rejection into his mouth.

If he could, he wanted to engrave his traces from head to toe. Vivian always acted as if she didn’t care when they seperated, as if she would turn her back.

She was particularly vulnerable to sexual pleasure, so he thought she would at least never leave him if he tamed her. However, she didn’t give up her mind at all under the pretext of a sex partner, so the more they shuffled their bodies, the more he felt. Like hugging an empty shell inside.

Aiden swallowed her saliva and frowned painfully.

What can he do to hold her back? He thought about putting it by her side for her whole life under the pretext of sponsorship, but he was too anxious to do so. He thought he was going crazy just watching her laugh and talk in the same space as another man.

If he can’t win the heart anyway, wouldn’t it be better to lock her in a place where no one can see her? Otherwise, he would kill the man she fell in love with, even if it was the Emperor.

I guess I’m getting crazy.

Julian was Aiden’s only blood and a necessary being. Killing him out of jealousy was like giving up everything he had planned and built up.

I’ve never wanted to be such in a position…

As Aiden slowly opened his eyes, he saw light brown eyelashes with tears hanging around her eyes. For a moment, all the accidents stopped. Then slowly the numbness began to return.

Gasping breath, white skin. Her pathetic shivering body, and the fear evident in her pale purple eyes.

While his hand relaxed for a moment, Vivian shook his hand and pushed his shoulder with all her might. Aiden didn’t move at first, but eventually stepped back with a stiff face.

He let her go completely and stared at the window for a moment. His slow shoulders seemed to be trying to regain their rationality somehow.

Vivian gasped violently with a red face. She leaned against the wall and held her breath, but she bit her lower lip.

Something similar has happened before. When she asks where Aiden goes every night and becomes more certain that they don’t trust each other because he’s silent. We pushed each other out and went around in vain, and we ended up glossing over sex.

Vivian ended up in tears. That’s the extent of the relationship anyway.

Vivian doesn’t trust Aiden, and neither does Aiden. And then you’re gonna put your flesh together and pretend it never happened? If this isn’t a sex partner, what is it?

“Come to think of it, where did you always go at night? I don’t smell blood today.”

“……because I haven’t been out lately.”

“What the hell do you do every night? Aiden, can you tell me?”

“I don’t think Vivian would be very happy to hear that.”

“Ha, look.”

She burst out laughing.

Aiden seemed to suspect that Vivien was a lightweight woman who played with any man when she was frozen, and Vivien suspected that Aiden was a brutal killer without blood or tears that could kill civilians.

The basement of his mansion, which was still locked and left unattended, was reluctant.

“I can’t tell the truth or believe it. We go to each other, and then it’s just sex.”

What’s the use of truth when you don’t believe it? She got permission to tell the truth from the Emperor, but somehow she didn’t feel like telling it at all.

She felt even more miserable underneath, completely wet. She could feel a wetness between the folds. The body, accustomed to Aiden’s stimulation, hoped she would quickly cram the inside into a mess.

Aiden was right that she had a lewd body. Just imagining it stuck in him makes her feel like her toes are going to freeze and she’ll peak.

In the midst of all this…

Isn’t it crazy that her body is moving? As if nothing had happened, she even had the urge to mix her body with him here.

That’s crazy. Vivian realized she couldn’t be in a position to tell Cardel that he liked bad guys over good guys. Since this side is more.