She saw how his eyes drank on her view, and how his gaze swept over her, not missing a single part of her skin. Ian watched how her legs squeezed together, her bare skin was soft and it took him a moment to warn himself not to bite into her legs and run his fingers all over her skin and her full bottom that was barely hidden by the chemise.

"I told you to wait," whispered Elise. It was too late for her to take anything to hide her legs, even if she wear her stocking now it would only be another view for him. Her skin tingle and a part of her body felt like it hardened.

"You spoke too late," Ian reached out his hand to close the divider between them, and with him entering the divider gave them the extra disclosure than Elise needed when she was bare footed with only her panties on her lower half.

"I didn't, you came inside here too fast," Elise said. She told herself to get used to this as soon they were going to get married, but there was something in Ian gaze that was untamed and wild, making her felt as if he had touched her when his hands were still on his sides. "Did you know this would happen?"

Ian tilted his head while walking toward her with his footsteps slow, "I don't know what you are saying. If you mean that I planned to dress you starting from your corset then you are not wrong. Did you think I was a sheep, Elise?" Ian trailed his hand on her shoulder and with a light turn he shifted her front to look at the oval mirror which had the same height as him.

"You should now that no matter how cautious I am to handle you, how gentle my fingertips run over her skin, that I am still a wolf." Elise could sense a shivering tone from her whisper, and even though Elise felt cold, her skin that he caressed felt warm on every movements of his fingertips.

"But wolf eat people," whispered Elise, meeting her eyes with his blazing ones from the mirror. "You don't eat me, would you?"

"I would," he responded, noticing a raise of her eyes which widened, "Like last time on my bed. Sweetheart, the word 'eat' doesn't mean biting and munching you. There are many other meaning and I think you know now?" Ian drawled when he saw her entire face burning in red.

"D-Do you know how to tie the laces?" she quickly deviated his attention from her or their talk. Being in one room was enough to make her body tingle, and it was even worse when they were in a enclosed room where each of their breaths felt as if it brushed each other. 

"I do. Spending nine hundred years, you will pick up a few things to learn, be it dress or painting," Ian run his finger to her laces and she saw from the mirror how his eyes shifted to look behind her corset at the laces before looking up to look at her again.

"You are talented," said Elise, not knowing what to say. She knew that talent is not all it take for a man to know how to dress a woman, it needed practice, but Elise wasn't jealous as now the person standing before him was her. "What else did you do nine hundred years ago?"

"Some activities," Ian left his words ambiguous. There were things that he wasn't proud enough to tell her, like how there was a time when he spend his life doing nothing but drinking and having sex. But when one had eternity to face alone, they tend to spend their time in something drastic which was what he did in the past. Though he knew it was bad, now everything had become his past. "I also used to do hunting, not far from here there a forest called Wildon Forest, there are many wild animals there and I used to hunt and take the fur of the animal. Do you want to try?"

Elise felt how his hand starting to tense some laces on her waist, "In the past I also often accompany my father to hunt." and by father, she meant Mr. Scott as she didn't know who her birth father yet.

"Then do you know how to ride a horse?" Ian questioned her for Elise to nod. Having a horse in the village was considered as a privilege. Although the Scott's wasn't rich, they were blessed with two horses which her father use to hunt during Summer. And Ian took Elise's knowledge that was more than other ladies around her with proudness. 

"Hold your hands on there," Ian pointed his finger to the wall, and Ian reached out his hand to hold the wall. "Breathe out when I pull the lace and don't let go of the wall. If you do..."

Elise, who positioned her hands on the wall, clenched her finger tightly, and she turned her face just enough to see the side of his face, "If I do?" she asked to see him smile.

Ian wanted to tell her that if she didn't hold the wall tight enough she would fall, but meeting his eyes only riled his mean side, "If you do, I will hand you a little punishment."

Elise didn't know what punishment it was. But now that her legs and bottom bare to his sight, she wanted to speak to veer his attention from her legs as she could feel his eyes crawling over there. "What kind of punishment?"

"Like this," Ian, who whispered next to her ears reached out his hand to her bottom and Elise's eyes widened as she felt his palm caressing the left cheek of her bottom. The touch was soft but when his hand squeezed there, he drew out a cry from her lips.

But that wasn't the end of what he did, Elise parted her lips to speak when she felt a bit sensation on her bottom as Ian swung his palm hit her bottom, "Ia-hhah!" Elise bit to her lips, her eyes went in panic as Ian had spank her bottom.

W-What happened?!