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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 · Fantasy
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756 Chs

Unwanted Hatred-I

Without rejection coming from Esther's side, their kiss only escalated. Beelzebub's long and strong finger caressed down her neck, slipping in gently inside the collar of her dress.

Esther didn't notice any of his sneaky movements with his delicious the kiss felt to her. She felt as though her body had turned into a warm bottle where a warmth sourcing from her lips and her heart spread all over her body.

Beelzebub pulled away to look at Esther's face. He shivered with a grin when finding her face melting in pleasure. 

"While I thought you would be experienced, you seem to be far from it," he whispered and Esther watched the way he licked his lower lips as if to reclaim the trace of her lips, appearing as if he didn't have enough of her. 

Beelzebub leaned forward for Esther to close her eyes but instead of a kiss, she heard his shuddered sigh. 

Her eyes opened to see him chuckling and leaning his back to the wall.