The Demon’s Bride

Ian's words were like poison to her mind, making Elise to be dizzy in whatever around her so that her only focus fall on him. Ian proceed to kiss her again, taking time to kiss each seam of her lips, nibbling and licking the place his teeth had sank on.

Elise was left unaware until the moment she caught Ian's hand had pushed her skirt, the new dress which wasn't actually hers. The dress were made with a thin fabric that draped over another to create a heavier volume. His hand slowly glide on her stockings, pulling the dress up. "The dress look as good as I thought it would do to you."

Elise bit her lips when she felt Ian's other hand had found the way to her neck, traveling down to the column of her chest, "D-did you m-make this dress?" Elise had to stopped her breaths to be able to speak. She felt each words coming from her lips rushed out, making it slightly hard to be heard but Ian, who had put his entire focus to hear every sound coming from her lips, could hear well what she said.

"Yes, with you in my mind, just like you always do to me." Ian looked at Elise's eyes looking at his hand on her thighs and his smile widened. He nipped on her ears, gaining a surprise look from Elise and her sigh escaped in a nasal tone. 

Elise broke from daze of pleasure when she heard her own voice, color of red washed over her cheeks. Pulling both of her hands, Elise closed her mouth. She wished she could return time to a few seconds ago before she let the weird sound coming from her or that she could sink deeper to the bed.

Seeing her small action, Ian held her hands, removing them and he asked, "Why are you closing your mouth, my love?"

"My voice sounds weird," answered Elise, her voice soft to his ears. "I-I don't think it would sounds... good."

"My naive bride," Ian chuckled on her reply which Elise can't understand why. She felt her mind was scattering and it was hard for her to get a hold of herself. She heard his whisper keep pushing her to the hazy mist inside her mind. "Don't muffle them, that's the voice that I want from you. That beautiful cries of yours. Do you know that this dress have a ribbon on your chest?"

Elise looked down on her chest to see that the dress indeed had a ribbon on it which colored in red, "How do you know my size? It fits me well," she tried to veer the conversation to the dress, hoping his hand to stop for a moment so she could catch a breath.

"I told you, I just watch you a lot more than others."

"You do..." whispered Elise. she felt happy that her lips raised and Ian could see her well.

"Of course I do. I am not blind to miss any opportunity to admire you. Do you know why you are often tasked to clean the garden?"

A shuddering breath exhaled from Elise when his hand rub her bosom. She couldn't think straight and asked, "Why?"

"So that you'll be in the place where I could watch from my study room. I haven't told you, but I know even when you are quiet you often make expressions which I always look forward to see. I guess this is what you also think of when watching me through the window?"

Elise took her eyes to see him, "You know I watched you from afar?"

Ian nodded his head, "Now look at that ribbon on your dress," Elise did what he said, wondering which ribbon as there was a few on her dress. "What do you think would happen if you pull this ribbon and loosen the tie?" Elise's eyes fell on the ribbon and she look at how the ribbon was tied to the hooks of fabrics that covered her front. Then she wonder if the ribbon was pulled before slowly it dawned to her that if it happen, her entire bosom would appear on view.

"I-I think we should stop here," whispered Elise. She wondered why she was still here and not run because the gaze Ian had right now was a serious gaze that tells her he would not stop anywhere just by teasing her. She wanted to stay, but he had promised not to sleep with her before marriage. She wondered if because of her they would break his promise?

Ian pulled the hand that tried to escape from him. Taking it to his lips, he kissed her gently. "Why?" Ian watched Elise panic under him. Her teary eyes were wonderful to his eyes. This was what Ian wanted to see from her, an expression of pleasure and need which he want to covet for himself. Only him could do this to her— to touch and make her cry on the bed. If there was anyone who dared to do the same, he would rip their heads off their neck. 

Elise asked herself if Ian had forgotten his promise not to have the relationship of marriage couple before marriage. "I can't cross the line," she reminded and a hum of approval came from him.

"We can't cross the line but we could stretch the line," he smiled devilishly when meeting her eyes, "It's a pity for you Elise, to fell for someone like me."

Elise stared back at his eyes, "But I am blessed. To be with you, that you a-answer my feeling and to feel the same as what I feel for you, I feel blessed."

Ian smiled on her words, he said nothing, but the words Elise said had deep meaning for him. "That's the more reason that I can't have you high and leave you there could I?" Ian pulled her chin to his side, "I will only touch you, my love. Can't I show you the love I have for you?"

Elise gulped, the words Ian said was hard to resist to. And Ian knew this. "O-Only touching?" asked Elise for confirmation.

"Yes, only touching," Ian felt that he was being very evil at the moment, which he didn't think of wanting stop his evilness. He had poisoned the innocent Elise to feel pleasure without herself knowing that she was in a peak of arousal. He could see each time he kiss the skin of her neck or push his hand to her bottom, her legs would squeeze. Elise could feel the pool of heat building up on her core, but she still doesn't know what to do with the ball of heat; not even knowing that she was searching for way to release the heat to feel more pleasure by clinging so tightly to his arm.

But Ian didn't plan to stop tonight. Since they had entered the house the thought of having Elise which had plague his mind since the day they first kissed, took over his mind. And now a kiss wouldn't suffice to end his and her night.