Ensnaring his Dark Moon-Chapter 157: You taste sweet

Aleister felt a harsh tug on his pant which caught him off guard and he landed on the ground on his back.

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He frowned and glanced at the little white creature in disbelief. Even if he was absent-minded, how did this tiny thing manage to tumble him off?

Leo did not pay attention to the boy’s expression and walked towards his hand. He grabbed Aleister’s index finger with his paw.

Aleister sat up on the grass and in the process, his finger slipped from Leo’s grip.

After giving it a thought, he extended his hand once again and Leo was quick to get hold of his finger before he changed his mind.

He effortlessly pressed Aleister’s finger on his injured knee.

Aleister frowned when he felt a strange rush of powers inside him and he blinked, watching his knee injury healing gradually.

He looked at his knee for a few moments before placing his palm on his shoulder and he felt the pain subsiding in a matter of a few seconds. He glanced at Leo.

Leo tilted his face, his nose high up in the sky, smugness visible in every fur on his body.

Aren’t I useful? Now, now, I can be your master if you keep me beside you.

The corner of his eyelids twitched slightly and Aleister tilted his head to the side, ’’But, I was the one who healed myself. I’ve got the powers. How does that make you useful to me?" he stood up, shrugging nonchalantly. His footsteps staggered a bit and Aleister had to grab a tree for support.

You can be my Master instead. I am strong and I will deal with the trifles for you. When the time comes, I can even fly or crawl for you!

Aleister continued walking and Leo followed him. This time, the boy did not stop the small thing.

Esme blinked as the surroundings changed in front of her eyes. She snapped out of her daze and the smile on her face disappeared slowly as she found herself standing at the seaside.

She turned around to look at Aleister, "I wanted to see more."

Aleister rolled his eyes, "There is nothing to watch."

"What happened after that? Did you go back to your father? Did you tell him about your powers?"

"No, I went along with his initial plans, and I was sent to the battlefield. I met Rowan there. Leo was small and initially, I used to hide him to save him from unnecessary attention but as he grew up, he used to disappear into the forests and he would appear when he wanted. One day, he disappeared for days which had never happened before. Then Rowan started looking for him and came across some villagers who were discussing about a white beast they saw. So, taking the leads, we went to Nevesray."

Realization dawned on Esme, "So, you came to Nevesray because of Leo?"

"Yes, to find him,’’ As he thought about it, the corner of his lips tugged up, "But I ended up finding you first."

Esme tilted her head to look at him, "What’s that?" Something caught her attention and she glanced at his hand.

He raised his hand.

Esme glanced at his curled-up fingers. What was he holding inside?

Aleister raised his other hand and a small box appeared on it. The top of the box was velvety. As he opened it, she glanced at the lone pearl sitting inside.

"You..." Esme was speechless. She remembered crying once and oh don’t tell her that he really kept this?

Then beside the pearl, there were some grey flowers which reminded her of the first time they met.

Aleister opened his fingers and Esme glanced at the fistful of pearls in his hand.

A sudden wave of embarrassment hit her. Did she cry that much? And even if she did, why can’t her tears disappear in a flash like other people’s?

Now that he got his hold on this, was he going to taunt her for all her life?

Esme wanted to tug her hair but then she refrained from doing so. She needed to look graceful.

"That’s mine. I should be the one to keep it."

Aleister placed the pearls inside the box and raised his hand.

Esme stood up, trying to reach for it but she lost her balance and she ended up crashing her face into his body.

’’Short legs... hmm,’’ Aleister mumbled as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

Esme glanced at him, ’’Not short,’’ her head reached above his chest. She was taller than the women her age. He was just too tall, she was not short.

Aleister leaned closer to her, ’’Short or tall... I don’t mind. You will look good anyway...’’ he whispered beside her ear.

The small hairs at the back of her neck stood up at the sudden proximity, her fingers clenching his shirt in her hands. His words... did not seem to be as straightforward as they sounded.

’’...pinned under me or while pinning me,’’ he finished his sentence and licked her earlobe before taking it between his teeth.

And Esme’s grip on his shirt tightened further, her thighs pressed together as she felt herself clenching down there. Weird, was it? It was just a small nip on her ear, a few words.... sinful words and she was already like this.

Esme leaned closer to him, her breasts touching his hard chest as she felt his lips trail from her ear to her cheek before they hovered over her lips.

’’This is pretty,’’ Aleister whispered.

She slowly tilted her head, looking into his ice-blue eyes.

’’This...’’ When he noticed her questioning gaze, he placed his lips on her skin, right above her upper lips and he gently sucked the small black mole there. It was nonexistent until one looked at it up so close. And he was going to be the only man looking at it.

Esme closed her eyes as his lips sucked her mole before shifting to her lips.

Her lips parted slightly in anticipation as she felt his warm breath tickling her skin.

He leaned closer to her till there was barely an inch distance between their lips.

’’Why are you closing your eyes? I thought something went into them,’’ Aleister pulled back from her and shook his head in pity, ’’I was going to help you,’’ the small box in his hand disappeared.

Esme’s eyes snapped open. She looked at him with eyes filled with desire which gradually turned into confusion and as the realization dawned on her, her eyes narrowed slightly. He did it on purpose, ’’Oh, I thought it will go out if I close my eyes,’’ she turned around to leave.

Aleister grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his arms, his palm slid towards her back, his fingers dug into her waist, ’’I believe you closed your eyes because you wanted me to kiss you.’’

She was wearing a thin layer of black clothes with his coat draped on her but it was as if she could feel the warmth of his fingers straight into her waist. Her lips parted, ’’I...’’

He caught her lips in a crushing kiss before she could finish her words.

Her back arched and her hair swayed in the air as he pressed her body to his, deepening the kiss.

It took her a moment to come back to her senses before she raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck, leaning closer to him for support. His tongue thrust inside her mouth and her back arched further.

And for the first time, Esme realized how flexible her body was. But the current situation did not let her dwell on her wayward thoughts any longer. He had her whole, undivided attention.

Just as she kissed him back, he pulled back from her slightly, his lips lingering above hers.

Her lips parted as the tip of her tongue peeked out to wet her bottom lips.

He caught her tongue in between his teeth, nipping on the tip gently and a soft moan escaped from the back of her throat.

He sucked her tongue and captured her bottom lips along with it.

Esme gripped his hair and angled her head as she kissed him back.

’’You are good at it,’’ he whispered against her lips as both of them panted.

’’Learnt from the best,’’ Esme mumbled with an expressionless face even though her heart was on the verge of breaking out of her body.

He kissed her lips once again, gently this time.

As he pulled her bottom lips between his teeth, she moaned, her fingers gripped his hair tighter.

He played with her lips and she felt his fingers digging into her waist. It was supposed to be painful but she wanted to be bruised. By him. The thought was as bizarre as it could be but she could not help it.

Her whole body was aching... for more of his touch.

He pulled back from her and looked into her eyes, ’’You taste sweet.’’

Do I? Esme realized that she had lost her voice. It was good that she did lose it because it was an embarrassing thing to ask a man after kissing him. Especially a man whom she claimed to hate all along.

His hand slipped off her waist and he grabbed her hair before he pressed his lips on her neck.