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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

Auroraaa · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
370 Chs

I have decided

Esme panted. The only lifesaver for her was the fact that he was out of breath too.

If it was not that dark inside the room, she would have found herself another lifesaver of a fact after noticing the huge bulge in his pants. 

She slowly tilted her head and looked at his face as she felt his fingers sliding out of her. Her inner thighs were wet and warm. 

Her unsteady breathing slowly calmed down but as she watched him put his fingers on his lips, something stirred inside her once again. 

His tongue peeked out to lick her juices off his fingers, ''How sweet,'' he whispered, all the while looking into her eyes. 

Esme gulped. She was embarrassed to move, embarrassed to speak, and embarrassed at the fact that she still wanted her hands all over him, that she could not get enough of touching him and being touched by him.

Was it too late to faint and act dead?!

She hoped not. 

... 

The next morning.