Ensnaring his Dark Moon-Chapter 277: I am still alive

The man was already defeated since the moment she said ’Al...’ and the rest of the words that came out of her mouth after that were just a bigger blow to his heart.

As he looked at her wide eyes, he even felt guilty when she was the one at fault, ’’You talked about other men..’’ he masked his softening face, not letting her see how bewitched he was.

’’I was wrong. No one is better than you, don’t you know?" she kissed his chin before pulling back.

Aleister’s eyes darkened. He knew that this sly woman was pulling out her innocent act card just to escape the punishment. But punishing her was punishing himself too.

In the end, he gave in and thrust inside her without warning.

Esme’s chest contracted as she moaned.

’’Ah...’’

His thrusts were no longer lazy. He pounded inside her till she was crying, hanging on the brink of pain and pleasure. The pleasure overwhelmed the pain everytime until Esme felt herself clenching around him tightly, her eyes rolling back.

But he thrust even harder. He took his girth out of her before slamming inside once again till she felt him stiffen.

Aleister rolled on his back as he pulled her atop his chest.

He cradled her face and kissed the tiny mole above her lips, ’’Princess...’’

A few pearls rolled down her long red hair as she tilted her face from his chest.

’’So precious,’’ he snapped his fingers and the tears disappeared to what she concluded was his treasure box.

She bit her lips. A few tears had slipped from her eyes earlier.

’’Hurt?" He asked, gently stroking her back.

Esme was still panting softly. She cherished in his soft comforting touches.

Aleister had always been a callous man. She had known it forever. But she always wondered how he was always so gentle with her.

Even in bed, he was brutally rough but the moment they were done, he would pull her into his arms. Then, he would stroke her back, her hair, her face like he would never grow tired of cherishing her. Like she was some treasure. His treasure.

’’You said I would die tonight...’’ Esme pressed her chin on his chest as she looked at him, her grey eyes narrowing playfully, ’’But I am still alive.’’

Her voice which had turned hoarse from crying tickled his heart like a feather. His gaze darkened. This little vixen, ’’Sleep...’’

’’What were we talking about earlier?" Esme seemed to ponder, ’’Men... Al, did I tell you that Lucy used to hold tea parties? And the mermaids talk about their men. Those pretty mermen... I had always wanted one for myself....ahh...’’ she screamed when Aleister flipped her and pinned her under himself.

Aleister wanted nothing more than to kill Luciana. So what if she was Esme’s only friend and Cardan’s only weakness? They could find new people to fill those positions all they wanted.

His woman was now bewitched by these mers, ’’Wait till I am done with you, Esme,’’ a growl remained at the back of his throat as he rubbed his thumb on her sensitive nub, making her cry when he pinched it gently and glided inside her, ’’It will not be too late to bed for forgiveness.’’

The sounds of moans, groans, and flesh slapping reverberated inside the room, making even the moon blush.

The divine shield around the two people forbid any outsider from hearing any voices inside.

While they started it in the evening inside the library and Aleister had wanted to let Esme rest soon after they came to her room but her provocation had led them to do it again and again until here they were.

It was past midnight and Esme had her head placed on his arm while he held her in his embrace. She drew circles on his face lazily.

A few servants had come to ask her for dinner and Aleister had removed the shield, all the while thrusting inside her. Esme had desperately tried to stop him but he had given her that same sly smirk that she gave him after provoking him. In the end, she stopped her moans with great difficulty and told them that she was tired and wanted to sleep longer, her hoarse voice made them believe that Esme was not feeling that well.

After asking her if they needed to inform the King or head physician which she denied with desperation, they left.

Aleister knew that they must have gone to find him but when they did not find him in his room, they should have reported it to the King. He was, in the end, a guest. Where he went and what he did, they did not have any control over it.

’’Al...’’

’’Mmm?" he kissed her hair.

’’I...’’ Esme tilted her face to look at him as she thought about the past.

When she went to the Daven’s castle, the bond between her and her Aunt was still filled with love, but somewhere along the way, it had become estranged too. She knew her Aunt had always disguised her and tried to control her for her safety but Esme never liked that feeling.

Even when someone touched her inappropriately, she had to tolerate it because they could not retort. She had to smear coal over herself and look like a dirty rat just because they could not retort. She had to work so hard to be a wallflower because they could not offend anyone.

She had felt indignant.

Whenever she had seen her Aunt’s sick countenance, she had told herself that her indignance did not matter. Her Aunt had sacrificed her love for Duke Elias, her powers, and the kingdom to protect her and Arlan so she had to endure it.

Moreover, Arlan was her saving grace. On the nights when sadness overwhelmed her, her younger brother was there to make her laugh about silly things.

His disappearance was a harsh blow to her.

Without any thought, she had gone to the place where the clues led her.

Daven Castle. Visteria.

In her initial days, she was wary even about the walls.

She never trusted anyone there.

But these persistent people...