Ensnaring his Dark Moon-Chapter 142: Intoxicated

Mariner blue eyes that could render a person motionless, a gentle glint in them. His angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw. And he was so tall that he had to tower over her. As he lowered his head, the strands of his brown hair fell on his brows. His tanned skin seemed to be glowing because of the lights from the chandeliers.

A small smile appeared on the devilish face when he saw her stunned expression, "You didn’t expect this, did you?" He leaned closer to her but the moment his face was dangerously close to hers, a small dagger slashed through the air, swishing in the space between their lips.

Esme closed her eyes instinctively.

’Sss’

Her eyes snapped open when she heard the sound of sharp inhaling.

It was as if she suddenly came back to her senses.

She massaged her forehead slowly. What happened to her a moment ago? She was almost lost in his gaze. She fell into a trance earlier.

The man pressed his finger on his lips, wiping the blood from his bottom lips.

"Did I tell you I am not fond of people who make my fiancee uncomfortable?"

The man glanced at Aleister, "How cruel! But I am amused that you are not shocked by anything. Aren’t you fazed at all? Don’t you want to ask anything about me? Or don’t you want to know whether I am a man or a woman or which one is my real identity?" He paused for a moment before shaking his head, "Even if you don’t want to know about me, I sure am curious about how you managed to do all this. But it’s not bad. The feeling of defeat... it’s exhilarating. How interesting! You people are not as boring as I initially assumed."

Aleister’s brows tugged together.

The man took advantage of the chance and leaned closer to Esme, "We will soon meet again. Till then, remember me well. I am Cardan," his words continued ringing in her ears while the man transformed into a bat and flew out of the window.

Everything happened in a flash.

Esme could barely remember anything he said to her except for one word. Cardan. Was it his name?

Aleister glanced at Esme, scanning her from head to toe. When he ensured that she was alright, he turned to look at his Uncle who seemed to be in a daze.

"Send me back to my room," Duke Maverick whispered in a weak voice.

Esme glanced at him, "Uncle..."

"I want to stay alone for some time," Or forever. The woman he loved and adored with everything he had turned out to be a person he did not know at all. He has been cherishing an impostor all along. This was not the Flora he fell in love with but the reality came too late and he did not know what to feel about it.

Should he be embarrassed? Or should he feel heartbroken? All he knew was that he was feeling lost and empty inside.

"Brother," Esme glanced at Adrian with pleading eyes.

Adrian’s lips thinned. If it was not because of her... Sigh... He pushed the wheelchair and escorted Duke Maverick out of the room wordlessly.

Esme glanced at his retreating back. She expected him to ask questions but he seemed to be too unbothered by everything that was happening.

Her elder brother seemed more and more different with each passing day.

Esme turned to look at Leo.

She did not need to speak for the beast to understand what she meant.

Leo stepped forward and dragged Aunt Greta who was imprisoned in Aleister’s magical net.

Aleister glanced at Rowan who was still sitting in the sac, wearing Esme’s gown, "Are you having fun?"

"You...." Rowan gulped down his grievances, "My Lord, I will follow Leo to the dungeons," he pushed himself to his feet but he ended up stumbling on the gown the moment he took a step.

"Oh, no. That’s not the proper way to walk in a gown," Esme shook her head, "Hold the front of the gown up in your hands and take every step slowly."

Rowan looked at her with gritted teeth. This petty Princess... she must be taking revenge for all the times he was rude with her. He took another bitter gulp of his grievances and stepped out of the room, holding the gown just as Esme suggested.

Esme and Aleister were the only people left inside the King’s room.

Aleister glanced at Esme quietly for a few seconds before he started walking towards her.

His footsteps came to a halt as he stood in front of her, "I was worried about you, Esme...."

She stood on her tiptoes and cupped his face, sealing his mouth with hers, interrupting the rest of his words.

Her lips moved slowly on his but she swiftly pulled back the moment she realized what she was doing, "I..."

Aleister wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up in the air.

Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively and one of her hands wrapped itself around his neck while the other settled on his chest.

Aleister shifted his other hand, raking his fingers in her hair as they dug into the back of her head.

He pulled her closer and angled her head before capturing her lips for a roughly passionate kiss. His lips moved on hers, gently at first but with a graduating intensity that left her gasping for air against his mouth.

He moved towards the table and swept off the things on it with one hand. As they landed n the floor with a loud crashing sound, he placed her atop the table and he kissed her chin.

Esme tilted her head back, her chest rose and fell as his lips trailed down to her neck, leaving a trail of wetness that was setting her body on fire.

She never knew that something like this existed. A feeling so intoxicating.