Elise felt her movement restricted as Ian had held both of her wrist with his hands. He raised her elbow beside her ears, pushing her with his weight to topple her down. Thinking that she would smack her head to the chair opposite toward the one they have been sitting at, Elise closed her eyes, bracing for the hard pain on the back of her head only to feel her back and head bouncing on a soft mattress.

She looked around her in a startle. In a second the view she had suddenly shifted. The oak roof of the carriage and the yellow light from the oil lamp had disappeared in a blink. Now, she found herself inside Ian's room where it was dark, but not dark enough to hinder her sight from beholding his charming face and his unruffled attire after the little scene they did in the carriage.

It took Elise a while to realize that Ian had pushed her into the teleporting portal to directly move from the carriage back to his room.

Ian watched her eyes with a glimmering amusement, "Surprised? You surely not thinking I would push you and have you smash your pretty little head, do you?"

No, Elise thought. But at that moment, she spotted the glimmering hungry look on his eyes, that told her he had forgot all reason he had left, just like how she felt. Even if she had hit her head, Elise doubt she would be bothered with the pain, as her whole body as well as mind was occupied by the alluring Demon in front of her.

She asked herself. Would there be anyone who could still keep a sane mind and resist him? 

She cannot. At the least Elise who had fall head over heels for him could not.

"I thought you can't use teleportation magic if it's too far," whispered Elise. They had just entered the carriage for less than half an hour, barely making any distance.

"I had to use some more of my magic, but that's fine, time would replenish my magic again soon," Ian's lips traveled on her neck while his hand moved from her ankle, to glide over the curve of her calf, stopping only when he reached the back of her knees. Elise then watched him pulling away from her, his red eyes glimmered like amber while watching her appearance as if he was consuming how she looked right now with his eyes. His velvet tongue peeked out, wetting his lower lips in action to prepare himself before what he was about to partake.

"What are you thinking?" asked Elise, because he had stared at her without doing anything. Her voice had gone to soft hushed voice, like a chirp of a morning bird.

"Why, can't I stare of what is mine?" Ian grinned at her cheeks that reddened. He pulled her legs closer toward the side of his face, his lips traveled on her calf which was covered by a white stocking. With his sharp fang, he took a bite on the elastic fabric, pulling it slightly before letting it go, zapping her skin as the stocking went to its place. "I love this red dress on you, redness suits you a lot just like your hair, just like how I imagined it."

Elise tied curled when he took a deeper bite on her inner thigh, her fingers went over his other arm that was resting on bellow her stomach. "Thank you," she whispered and he stared at her, one brows raised signifying how he wanted to know her reason to thanked him. "I am very happy tonight."

"I only brought you to a ball, nothing too impressive," Ian answered, his fingers traveled as his mouth continue to speak. "If this is enough to make you happy, I could arrange a ball each day for a whole ten years."

She responded with a shook of her head, a following small moan escaped from her mouth as he flicked his finger on her undergarment that had turned wet from pleasing him. "No, the marriage." she said, lighting the lamp in Ian's mind. "Have you've been thinking about the marriage for a long time?" because from the way Ian had spoken, it's as if he had arranged everything.

"I did," he confirmed her clever assumption. "When I saw you again, I did feel a light squeeze in my heart, but it was a week after that I truly find myself in a deep love from you. When I came into it, I was too deep in love that it was too late to save myself."

Hearing his side of the story, Elise was curious, "What part of me do you love?"

"Everything," was Ian's quick response. Ian knew there was no woman who would be satisfied with a mere 'everything', he elaborated, "I love your eyes, the way you look into me with an enchanted look like you can't tear your eyes away from mer, with the faint needy expression that even you won't notice. There was also a deep hopeful light in you that make me look forward for tomorrow, to see you again, and how I wish time would stop so I can waste my time only with you. I also love the way you fit perfectly to my arms, the way your hair glittered when it twirled around my hand."

Elise never knew there were a lot in her that could fascinate Ian, and it made her feel proud at the same time, to be the apple of his eyes. 

"But more than that," Ian pushed his finger on her core, the push was both gentle but powerful, enough for Elise's eyes to snap wide as a new surge of pleasure surge her. 

"I love it when you become wet under my hands." and at the same time, he pushed a finger to enter her sex. There was no need for more foreplay as inside Elise was not an wet enough for his finger to access easily.

The sudden entrance of a foreign feeling, caused Elise to curl her back, her legs on Ian's arm quake. Elise was startled with the sudden entrance, but she was more surprised but how it didn't hurt her, instead she felt the emptiness and sexual tightness was curbed when his finger curled and rubbed inside her.

"So wet," Ian whispered, watching the glimmer of tears rolling on the side of her face.

A slight embarrassment overcome Elise after his small comment, "Don't say it out loud!" she complained but her words instantly disappear like bubbles as Ian pushed his finger deeper, this time with a pulling movement of entering in and out from her core. 

"No," he said, his eyes meeting her blue ones that were slightly furrowed, "I feel the need to be selfish tonight, and I want to say what I see, do what I want of course not to the extent of breaking my. Weren't you the one who asked for what I wanted? Entertain me more, my love."

Elise recollect her words in the carriage, slowly regretting some of the words she had said which she didn't know Ian would use now to backfire her.

As she had thought, "You are mean," she whispered.

Ian chuckled, accepting her words with an open happiness. "Well, you fell for a mean man, what can you do? I promise to give you a treat after this."