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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

Binding The Sweet Lips-II

Elise who had never  kissed before in her entire life, didn't know what to do and she let her body guide by Ian who opened her a new door of pleasure. Ian continued to kiss her lips by brushing one seam gently, helping her to get use to the taste of his lips; while his hand on her waist slowly glide along her curve and the gentle action had Elise to curl her toes.

Elise felt Ian opening her lips by pressing his lips, guiding her to do what he wanted from her. His tongue sneaked inside her mouth, entering the warm and moist corner. Ian came upper hand in pleasure. He had lived his life not purely like one would imagine. There was even time when he drowned himself on pleasure to meaninglessly waste his long life which stopped not too long when he met Elise.

Ian intended to kiss her gently but when one who had abstained loosened just slightly of his collar, it ended with everything almost unleashed.