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The Demon’s Bride

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel* Elise had about to change into the dress that was lying on the corner of her bed when she heard a knock lightly calling from her door. Curious, she turned the door knob only to have a tall man towering in front of her. “Master Ian!” She called. Ian smiled with the usual mischievous smirk that he always used. His crimson eyes trailing a little over her room and spotted the black dress over her bed and shifted his eyes over to the woman in front of him. He stepped forward and spoke. “Where did you acquire that dress?” “Mr. Harland gave it to me.” Elise replied and strained her neck to see Ian’s brows knitted in its elegance. “Do you know why a man would love to give a woman a dress?” He gave the riddle that she always had to think twice before replying. But this time, she found no answer and instead shook her head. “I don’t know.” His grin grew bewitching as though something had stirred deep inside the scarlet eyes that he had. He slowly slid his hand over the collar of her dress, sending a cold shiver that startled her for a moment due to its freezing temperature. After unbuttoning the first two buttons on her collar, he tilted his head down, whispering to her ears. “Because they want to be the one to undress the cloth.” He paused and kissed her neck, turning the pale skin to red before retracting his move to fix his eyes on her and leisurely replied. “Unfortunately, you can’t wear the dress over there with this.” He chuckled and passed a box over to her hand. “And the fortunate news is I prepared a dress for you.” Elise was a cursed little girl who could see ghosts. Her family hated her and threw her from one adoptive family to another. However, misfortune didn't act alone. When she was brought up by her aunt, she was sold as a slave. When she had thought she would become nothing but a sacrifice to the sorcerer, she was saved by a man whose identity was far different than a normal mythical being. *** This book is ORIGINAL and it is not Translation Join Author's discord: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

mata0eve · Fantasy
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756 Chs

Pretty Lips-III

.Song for the next two chapters: Michael Bublè— Feeling Good.

Descending down, Elise warped her small mouth over the tips of Ian's manhood. As she had thought, it was much larger that it could barely fit her mouth, and the question came in her mind whether it would fit inside her that stirred the heat on her core again.

"Careful of your teeth," Ian said in a nasal tone, his voice that had always been sexy to the ears sounded more lustful, and his voice alone could heighten the need for more in her.

Elise did as he instructed her to, bringing it deeper to her mouth, she looked up to see Ian's brows furrowed deeply, his eyes was closed as a deep hum come escape from his mouth. Elise never knew she could elicit such a blissful expression from Ian, and now she understood why he would love to see her in pleasure. There was a triumph emotion in her and delight for being able to make him feel like this— to watch his handsome face covered with desire which she caused.