Ensnaring his Dark Moon-Chapter 261: Where?

A/N— *cryptic spoiler alert* I came across comments stating that this is kind of cheating on her fiance Jeremiah. This issue is brought up in my draft Chapters already but still, I’d like to explain ahead so that y’all don’t reach conclusions. I am strictly against infidelity and I expressed it when Esme kept pushing Aleister away despite her feelings for him. But the moment she regained her memories, equations changed and the engagement with Jer was null and void because she was already engaged to Aleister before (not through the rituals and even under pretense) but they had the blessings of the elders from both their families, and it is counted as half an engagement in their world. The past year in the sea world was built on lies that Esme without memories cared about despite her being wary about everything and everyone. But ’Esme with memories’ doesn’t give a damn about it. Also, everything happens for a reason so please be patient and enjoy the Chapters without burdening yourself. Infidelity and all are very serious issues that I would not want to be mentioned lightly. I know many readers are sensitive about such topics so I just explained it beforehand so that you don’t feel uncomfortable <3

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Very very mature content. 18+

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’’That’s right, Princess. Remember that name you are going to scream for all our lives,’’ there was a possessiveness in his voice as he claimed her again and grazed his teeth against her sensitive skin, his long fingers dug into the soft flesh of her bottom.

Esme felt herself clenching down there. She bit her lips hard to restrain her moans as she tilted her face to the side, pressing it against the cold walls to reduce the heat growing on her body down there.

’’Ah...’’ Esme gasped as her body suddenly stiffened. And even before she realized it, a tremble spread through her limbs as she came apart on his mouth.

Her chest rose and fell as she let out soft uneven breaths.

Aleister licked every bit of her sweet juices before he pushed himself to his feet, just in time to see her dazed expression. Confused dewy eyes, moist lips, and the need for more...

He licked her juices off her lips, tasting her like she was his forbidden fruit.

He closed his eyes for a moment and the next time he opened them, his face had regained some composure.

Aleister threw an arm around her shoulders and the other around the back of her knees as he picked her up in his arms.

Esme placed a hand on her chest instinctively, feeling the remnants of embarrassment creeping in.

Aleister’s deep chuckle reverberated above her head, ’’I have seen more and tasted more...’’ he licked his bottom lips again to show his point.

Esme glared at him, ’’You...’’ she stopped talking when he put her on the bed and covered her body in the sheets.

’’Sleep. We can talk when you wake up,’’ Aleister kissed her forehead.

Esme grabbed his hand just as he turned around to leave, "Sleep?"

He glanced at her from above his shoulders, ’’Yes.’’

Esme pushed herself up as she knelt on the bed, unknowingly letting the sheets glide down her body.

His gaze deepened.

’’What about... that?" she asked him after a moment of hesitation.

He followed her gaze and glanced at the tent that was barely suppressed in the layers of his clothes.

Aleister did not want to hurt her. He could see her disappointment when he placed her on the bed but she had been sick lately and he did not want her to overexert herself.

Even though he felt like he was going to burst any moment, it was better to walk away before he lost the last shred of his rationality and did something that she might regret.

She was not ready for him, and he was going to give her all the time in the world. Or at least, as much as a man like him can muster.

’’I am not a flower,’’ she whispered as if she could hear his thoughts, ’’And... I want you,’’ Esme lowered her head.

Aleister’s breathing turned ragged. The beast he had wanted to tame stirred its head again the moment it heard her words. Like he obeyed her commands only.

She controlled his heart and body like they were her marionettes.

When he did not move, she bit her bottom lips and looked away in an attempt to hide the distressed look in her eyes.

Her grip on his wrist loosened and her shoulders slumped, ’’If you don’t want this...’’

He cut her words off with his actions as he claimed her lips again, letting his mouth answer her doubts.

Do not want her?

She was everything he had ever desired and yet she had doubts about the depths of his depravity for her.

This woman dared to intrude into his life and fill it with chaos yet she thought that she never affected him. The audacity!

Aleister ripped his clothes with one hand as he lay her down on the bed with the other, trailing soft kisses down her neck until he reached the swell of her breasts.

He took one in his mouth.

Esme gasped at the contact of his warm mouth.

His palm kneaded her thighs before grazing up to her waist.

’’Ah...’’ Her fingers dug into his back as she raised both her legs, curling them around his torso.

He could feel her wetness without any barriers. Grazing against him. Teasing him. Provoking him.

Aleister bit her breast harder before he let it go, ’’Esme.’’

The loss of touch made her whine, ’’You are doing it on purpose, aren’t you?" she said in between her unsteady gasps as she hooked her arms around his neck.

Her cheeks were stained red as she avoided looking into his eyes.

Aleister grabbed her hand and guided it towards his hardness, ’’All yours, Princess,’’ he whispered against her lips, ’’You just need to tell it where you want it,’’ he leaned back, just in time to see her face turning a deeper shade of red as if it was even possible.

How beautiful!

Slowly. Very carefully, her hand... found its way.

Her fingers trembled when she first held him but she gradually moved his girth towards her core, grazing it hesitantly.

Esme felt her skin tingling at the first contact, ’’Al...’’ she closed her eyes and moaned his name. Her hand felt full with him and she was worried about whether it will fit but...

She could not stop pushing herself closer to him.

She could not stop at all. Not that she was trying to. She wanted more of this. More of whatever this was.

He licked her neck and pulled himself out of her hand. He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head, looking at the indignance on her face.

’’Please...’’ she begged in a needy moan.

He kept her wrists locked with one hand while his other palm moved to her breasts. He captured one and kneaded it hard, ’’Please what?"

’’I want you...’’ Esme gasped when she felt the tip of his hardness rubbing against hers.

’’Where?" he asked, twirling his finger above her peak before he pinched it.

She moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as she tightened the wrap of her legs around his body, ’’Inside...’’ Esme bit her bottom lips, ’’Inside me.’’