Ensnaring his Dark Moon-Chapter 262: Like a good girl

Mature Content. 18+

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And maybe it was that coyness or maybe it was Esme stripped of all her stubbornness as she begged him that did it for him because he entered her in one rough thrust.

The need to consume her was overwhelming him.

’’Ah...’’ Esme cried in pain, warm tears rolling down her cheeks.

Aleister’s eyes narrowed, ’’You...’’ he was in disbelief as he felt her tightly clenching around him.

He believed her words earlier even though he had acted like he had not. And the thought of killing that man was fixated in his mind but he never blamed Esme for any of it.

There was nothing to blame her for. No matter where she stopped, where she tried shelter during a rainy night. When the rain stopped, he was going to be her destination.

No matter whose arms she landed in because of his absence. At the end of the day, she was his.

And the man who touched her... was his ’prey’.

Those were the thoughts that had crossed his mind when she told him that she...

He thought she really...

’’You lied...’’

Her brows were still scrunched up in pain, ’’I was teasing you,’’ she whispered, ’’I never touched anyone else. How could I have done that?" she smiled through her tears, ’’Even without memories, I dreamt of you. I could not stop thinking about the man who filled my mind and made me wonder if he was real or just a part of my imagination. You were not there beside me but somewhere, you were always there.’’

Such sweet words. They made his heart flip.

But at the same time, they sounded painful and sad.

Everything he put her through in the past year.... It made him upset that she ever had doubts that he was not real.

Aleister kissed her lips roughly as he felt her body slowly relax.

He slowly moved in and out of her, ’’I am keeping you forever, Esme. You are mine,’’ he whispered when her cries turned into moans.

’’I never had doubts,’’ she responded in between her moans as she grabbed his shoulders, ’’Harder,’’ the word slipped from her mouth even before she realized. She buried her face in his neck.

He gave in to her as he pulled his entire length out of her before slamming inside her yet again, ’’Mine,’’ he squeezed her breasts, ’’All mine,’’ he thrust inside her harder and harder.

’’Al..’’

’’I love you, my dear moon,’’ he took himself out of her before he dug deeper than before.

Her head felt dizzy and her eyes rolled back as she moaned.

’’Ahh...’’ Esme’s body turned lax as she bit his neck.

She could feel herself slowly relaxing.

But he did not stop. He kept thrusting inside her till tears streamed down her cheeks.

Esme never knew that there was a pleasure that can make a person cry.

She knew it now.

And she wanted more.

She was getting greedy.

’’I love you too,’’ she whispered in his ear as she kissed his neck.

And with one hard thrust, she felt him filling her with his warm juices.

’’You do, don’t you?" his teasing eyes met hers as he asked arrogantly.

’’I do not. I said it in a moment,’’ Esme’s face flushed harder.

He kissed her chin before taking himself out of her.

She felt a wetness trailing down her thighs until Aleister sat in between her thighs on his knees.

He raised her leg and placed it on his shoulder.

Her eyes widened.

Aleister placed two fingers on her thighs as he glided the trailing wetness back inside her with a gentle thrust, ’’Yet you take every drop of me like a good girl.’’

The shyness that she had thrown out of the window earlier sneakily came in.

Her chest rose and fell and unable to meet his heated gaze, she covered her face with the sheets as she felt his fingers twisting and twirling inside her.

’’Meet my gaze, love. We are not done,’’ he whispered.

Hesitantly, she removed the sheets from her face but she avoided looking into his eyes.

’’Look at me,’’ Aleister commanded.

The heat was claiming her body yet again as his fingers moved inside her. Gently.

Her ankle was hooked on his shoulder and he was still kneeling between his legs,

She avoided his gaze.

He retracted his fingers suddenly, leaving her with an emptiness.

Her grievous eyes snapped at him and she was met with his teasing smirk as he positioned himself at her entrance again.

She bit her bottom lips and extended her hand towards him.

He leaned closer to her and her knee bent on his shoulder, her garter-clad heel dug into his back as his length slowly glided inside her.

Aleister held her hand and kissed the back of it before he intertwined their fingers.

He slowly moved in and out of her, ’’Tell me when to stop,’’ he said, despite the layer of sheen covering his sweat.

He was willing to stop even when he was like this?

She did not know how he was going to do that because she felt like she would end up bursting into tears if he stopped.

Her body was not listening to her anymore.

Redness trailed up her neck as she shook her head, ’’Don’t stop,’’ her whispers soon turned into moans as he drove her to the edge again.

Aleister was determined to be gentle this time but the person he was being considerate for had other needs.

Esme stripped her shyness when they were at it and told him to go harder and deeper every time, getting rid of every remaining bit of his restraint.

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As the rays of sunlight grazed her skin, Esme covered her face with her palm.

She was unwilling to open her eyes and admit the kind of dream she had last night.

Her chest heaved up and down just at the thought of it.

But soon, she felt the warmth of a palm cupping and squeezing her breast as a long finger played along the wetness of her folds.

The dream was still going on?