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Reborn As The Daemon's Wife

"I saved your life, so you are mine." He claimed her with a serious face that she found infuriating and worthy of her slap. [NO RAPE. Warning: Mature content] |Volume 1: The Daemon's Wife| She was a carefree woman until she met him, and he did nothing but fill her life with mystery—and make her fall harder than she'd ever thought possible. ... "Your clothes are wet." He pointed out, making it obvious that he had been waiting for her. She took a step back nervously when he stood up and closed in on her with a cold smile on his thin lips. "I went for a swim." She hastily answered, earning a chuckle from him. "Fully dressed?" He pinned her against the wall as his fingers traced her wet clothes. "Your heart is racing. Did you try to run away again, flower?" He felt her tremble under his touch and his lips curled into a smile that seemed sarcastic and made her tremble. "I already told you, you are mine." ... His heart was empty until he met her, and she completed him.

Avalorian_ · Fantasy
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192 Chs

Take off your clothes

"I'm sorry." Jasmine muttered as she rubbed the jameela extract onto Dairon's arms. The burns were worse than the last time, and Bardumond concluded that it was because she was enraged.

Dairon avoided her gaze, knowing that she would stomp out if she read his mind. Instead of feeling relieved by the instant soothing effect of the ointment, he wished for his skin to remain scarred for a few more days. That way, she would have to continue taking care of him. She had decided to do so since it was her fault.

Hearing her apology, he smiled slightly. "I'm sorry too. We both let our anger get out of control."

Bardumond returned just in time to witness their conversation.