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Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure

[ WARNING: Mature Content ] [Completed] In a household where the only holding genuine bloodline is her, Ewelina Orteu is betrayed and sold to the sole Archduke of the Zaarmideos Kingdom, whose nature is of treacherous essence such as the domain he rules over. Wedded to an unknown groom, she is now sent to his residency where sights she never fathomed to witness await her. As well as the fated encounter with him who is Ewelina's spouse and owner. Foreordained, the couple's first meeting threatens their present... Concealing a truth she is yet to unveil... Along with the beginning of the souls Luring Nights. || Extract || Gasping sounds along with a woman's soft melted voice could be heard in the dark chamber. Solely illuminated by the clear moon that slid rudely into the wedded's privacy, two silhouettes emerged from the sheets as the light fall of raindrops gifted nature's melody to their night... As well as the freshness their heated figures continued to need, even in the midst of such weather. "a..ahn...!... huff... Husb– ha...!" — The woman continued to puff in a weak voice. _________________________ This is my second book. As it is, this novel differs from my first one of course. You will notice on its tone. Yet, I hope you will like it as much. The first eleven chapters are so you get how Ewelina ended up in her situation ^^. This story fully starts after said chapter. Be expectant for the following chapters. Happy reading. Do leave a review. _________________________ Tags: #R18 #Reincarnation #Historical #Fantasy #Drama #Romance #Smut Read my first book!: • You Think I Won't Talk? This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

XimenoideX · Fantasy
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Scene CLXVI

"... Jollveld. You invited us to meet my woman."

"... I did."

"You arranged a feast too. Tomorrow's."

"... Yes."

"..... This is my woman. My fated lung… your invitation and that feast… although it's unnecessary…" — Peeking at his wife's pure and expectant brown eyes, Aslak decided to finish conveying appreciation. Frowning and mumbling it displeased as it was to be told to the king... yet hoping to get his wife what she had been telling was desired. — "I reckon the effort. My wife deserves it."

"... Ah... We don't have an archduke's marry too often. It's the least I could do."