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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 · Fantasia
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756 Chs

A Kiss In The Dark-III

The taste of his lips were fresh to Esther. It wasn't her first time to kiss a person but it was her first time to know Beelzebub's lips. 

His kiss started slow but as though a person who had tasted water after being years on a dessert, his lips began to devour her. 

Esther tried to push him away at once but Beelzebub was much quicker than her when he grasp her hands and pushed them over her head. His tongue licked her lower lips which tried to glue itself together. 

"Why are you nervous?" Beelzebub asked, kissing the side of her cheeks gently but the wildness of his eyes warned Esther that this was only a way for him to coax her into his trap. 

Esther thought to speak but if she does, she could feel his sharp teeth would take a delicious bite on her lips. 

"It's not our first time, isn't it?" Beelzebub's red eyes admired the woman standing in front of him. Even if it was in his dream, Esther appeared to be as beautiful as ever.