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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 · Fantasía
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Blissful Night-III

The kiss was wet and hot. Ian's tongue inside her moved slowly but the action he took was wild. Each rubbed and caress inside the roof of her mouth and the corner of her teeth caused her hands that held his arms tightened. The kiss continued until Elise run out of breaths. Ian let her take the momentarily pause which barely felt like one as he sucked her tongue again once she had heaved a deep breath.

Ian's finger casually slipped around her hands, removing them from his arm and held them together. When Elise realized it, she had been pushed the floor her hands were held single handed lay by Ian above her head.

A little shiver came brushing her when she felt her back bumping the cold walls. She felt as though she had been trapped. The wild wolf had been obedient but when his leash had taken off from his neck, he didn't stop to devour what had belonged to his. Elise's lips stopped the kiss as her eyes looked at the wall behind her, "Ian we-mhm."