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The Wrong Bride!

She had only returned to share in her sister's joy, but she found herself walking down the aisle in her sister's wedding dress! Her groom wasn't who she had ever imagined being married to. Mysterious, dark and cruel were how they described him, and she expected nothing more. With a promise to protect herself and her identity, she sets off to her new home, failing to list the other things she must protect. How does she protect her heart and body from a husband who was bent on senselessly seducing his wife? How does she tell her body not to feel when his hands kept crawling over her, setting her on heat, and teasing every inch of her? But the most important question remained; who was she even married to? The devil or an angel in disguise? ~~~Excerpt~~~ "Look at me," She heard his magnetic voice say, and like a hypnotised baby, her eyes slowly fluttered open to the hot and overwhelming gaze of his divinely looking eyes. "What do you want, Elleanor?" His sensuously hooded voice asked, causing ripples to blaze through her skin. Her mouth hung open as she tried to stop herself, but the more she watched him stare at her, the more something stirred inside of her, "I- I want you to touch me," She whispered. ........ With this union, she must unlearn all she ever knew and learn the mysterious things that existed in this world, but most importantly, she must learn her true purpose because no one was created without one.

Da_Rose · Fantasy
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136 Chs

Easing The Tension

Warning: R18. Read with caution. (But I know you'll still read. Hehe)

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A cup of warm chocolate was pressed against her lips while she leaned against the headboard of the large kings' sized bed. Her eyes were lost in space, but her mind was filled with the events of this morning. Dale had done a lot to her, and at the mere thought of it, her cheeks turned brick red. She bit the side of her lips when she remembered it all. 

"Engel, what are you doing?" She had asked in a lazy voice, almost sounding like a whisper. She could see his intention, but she still asked. 

His lips curved in a wicked way that made him look more mischievous and sinfully handsome.

"Easing the tension."

Easing what tension? Her tension? 

She didn't think this was the best way to ease whatever she felt. She wanted to talk to him. She had just been crying moments ago because of how she felt, and now he was making her feel something else: heat and hunger.