The Demon’s Bride

Elise gulped down the saliva that filled her mouth before slowly compiling by Ian's demand. Parting her lips, she bit the end of the black leather glove he wore and softly pulling her head back to tug the glove away to see his snowy hand that had a little tan in it.

The carriage shook with more snow piling over the top of their carriage. The windows in the carriage had been blocked by the red curtain which deny others from outside to see, but at the night on the road there were little to no person who would be walking outside. 

The distance to go back to the white mansion was still far, but Elise knew they were not going to stop now. "What are we going to do now?" she questioned in whisper, looking up by lifting her chin, she met Ian's red eyes that flickered ever so slightly. His strong black brows were tugged a little like the corner of his lips as a playful expression spinner on his face.

"I asked you of your selfish request, but you were not able to make one, didn't you?" Ian pulled his hand over her waist, bringing her body even closer to him. Elise nodded at his question, hearing him adding, "Then obliege to my request, my lovely bride."

Elise shuddered when his hand boldly cover her bosom, his hand sunk when he pressed deeper and a soft sigh escaped from her lips. At the moment Elise was sitting in Ian's laps with both of her legs placed to his left side while he hold secure of her waist so she wouldn't fall.

Elise felt something in her which she felt the night before when she was in his room raise again inside her lower abdomen. Her stomach was full as she had ate in the party, yet somewhere she could feel a thirst that she never felt before.

Looking at Ian's eyes, her heart begin to skip from the cage. Elise knew and doubted that there would be a day when her heart wouldn't beat so quickly right now with Ian close to her side. 

"What do you want?" she questioned, her tone was not similar to when she ask someone what they needed, it was much more delicate and gentle that had the demon in front of her to smile wider as he knew that with that tone of her, whatever he wished for, she would adhere to satisfy him. 

Ian's nose slide on the skin of her neck, a chuckle leaves his well-shaped lips that had Elise confused. The air had turned pink and hot at the same time, while Elise was naive to what is about to happen in the next half an hour, she could guess that Ian wouldn't stop with only a peck on her lips. Which had her question why he had laughed as the situation wasn't funny. "Did I do something weird?" she asked him, being all conscious of what she did as she didn't want to appear clumsy in front of him.

"Hardly," Ian responded, the one word came out to have Elise filled with many burning emotions, "I laughed not because it was funny, but because I'm happy. You know, my love, this might be my first time ever asked by anyone of what I want."

Elise stared at him, "Really?" she questioned. It was unexpected to Elise that no one had ever asked Ian of what he wanted. He was the Lord of Warine, the person who everyone sought for. There were many women and men around him who want to please him, and be on his good side for their own fortune. It comes without saying that to please Ian they would need to know what he wanted, and Elise could have guessed the people in his surroundings would ask him the question.

"Is it that unbelievable?" Ian played with the ribbon on her backside which tightened her delicate waist, tugging slowly as if he was testing the tightness and weighing choices on what to tie ribbon with other than the dress. His eyes didn't left her as he said, "Everything always fall to my hands that I don't need to do anything. A little effort and the thing that I wish to have would directly be mine. People don't ask me what I want because they know there isn't anything that they could give to satisfy me."

Elise had always find the shadow on Ian as lonely. Had he been alone that nine hundred years feeling empty and lonely? If it was her, she knew she wouldn't be able to bear living nine hundred years. No one could, thought Elise. If one live for nine hundred years, unable to die, they would watch others they know die, and it would perhaps be the most painful thing that an immortal have to face.

"Before you become a Demon, is there no one who asked you what you want?" she questioned him and watched how his eyes sunk to his memories.

"I think only one person did and it was my mother," Ian replied and Elise sensed the gentle tone he used when calling mother which she never heard him using of before other than the time he called her sweetly. "But I don't remember what I wished for at that time. Living for nine hundred years, there are more memories which I hold dear that disappear fast. Most of that memories are about my mother." He paused slightly and even though Elise couldn't heart it, she could feel him exhaling a soft sigh, "Even though that memory alone is the most precious to me."

His words only spark more determination inside Elise to grant whatever wishes Ian make, "I don't know much about...sex," Elise whispered the words only after a while of hesitation, the word alone makes her feel as if she was a very naughty. "But if I could help you and satisfy your wish...I would be glad to."

Ian chuckled, his breaths alone could heightened the senses and fire the flame inside Elise. "You need to know this, Elise, in this world only you could satisfy me. No one in this world, from Heaven or Hell could satisfy me other than you. You should know in this world how special you are to me. I saw what you did to Monica and the group of those lizards."

"I should have ignored them," Elise responded and seeing Ian inclining his head as if to ask why, she elaborate, "My mother once told me that there wouldn't be anything good to gain from replying to words other use to slander us."

An interested hum came from Ian, "Then why didn't you ignore them earlier?"

"Because I thought I should," she blinked, looking at Ian who waited for her to continue. He watched the way her cheeks turn pinker as she continue to speak, "I am the bride of the Warine Lord, and I thought it was only right to teach them how rude they are or else they would look down not only to me but you."

The progress Elise shown was very much quicker than others. Ian was very delighted to take part and see how she had gotten brave. "You have become very brave," Ian whispered, kissing her eye that closed when she felt the soft sensation pressing on her skin. His finger also traveled below her lips, brushing it and he watched how red her lips was, the color that stirred him. "Then would you be brave enough to help me with this lips of yours?"

The temperature inside the carriage was low and cold, but Elise only felt how hot it was, enough for a drop of sweat to trickle on the side of her cheeks. She didn't know what he meant by helping with her lips, there are only a few things she could do with her lips and it was only to kiss. But she doubted it was a kiss to his lips.

The more she thought, her wild instinct taught her the deeper meaning to Ian's request. When she lifted her chin to look at him, she found him smiling, his eyes seemed to be glittering with a fire that no one could ever extinguish. His red eyes were blazing with a mischievous but fierce gaze while watching her expression as she slowly dawned on what part of his body she needed to help.

She closed her eyes, opening it again only after a while, "I...don't know what to do. I may be bad at it."

"So you know what I am asking your lips to do?" Ian's question only turn her entire face redder to the point where her nose and ears had also turned red. 

"You are mean," she complained but he took her words with a grain of salt, looking at the adorable creature being sulky to what he was doing. 

His hands shifted her leg, letting it fall to the floor. "Mean?" Ian asked with the most obvious tone he had which only proved how it was a lie. "If this is mean, my love. I am about to do something meaner." and he pulled her hand softly, directing it to place it between his legs where Elise felt a bulge from his pants. 

She hadn't come in contact directly with her hand, but the light touch was enough to make her feel how hot it was. Her toes curled at the thought that she was touching Ian:s private region. God only knows how she didn't faint after how hard her heart was drumming inside.

"Get down, sweetheart," he ordered again and almost immediately Elise felt her knees turn weak.

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A/N: Oh God! Sorry I posted the wrong chapter TT