Mary Moore
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"A match made in hell, indeed." Something in his sinister tone made me shudder, but I stomped the sense of dread that crawled up my spine. Just a little pain, I told myself. His gaze alarming me. 'But not too much, alright?' I added hastily as I bit my lower lip. Sam didn't answer and only smiled. My heart sank as I felt that smiled looked so ominous. But when he started moving, I was surprised. Gentle. Not disconcerting. I felt my nipples rise, knowing what he was doing. He was slowly, gently,…
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"Where should I start?" I only stood there under his gaze for reasons unknown, letting him gazed at me with desire. Was it truly for reasons unknown? Deep down, I knew that wasn't the case. I wanted him to look at me like this way, to see how his eyes glint with his deepest desire. "Do you…" I trailed off, taking a step forward, emboldened by his actions. My hand safely landed on his side, bending over as I inched close until our faces were only a palm length away. "... have to worry about that?…
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How could I resist? How could I not miss him? And how could I not yearn for him? My heart pounded, although not fast, I could hear it thumping in my ears. His faint warmth set my body ablaze, igniting my heart with a burning desire and highlighting my needs. I wanted to feel his weight over me, with sweat dripping onto me, as he stared at me just as intense as how he goes further in me. I'm thinking too far ahead of me while our tongue and lips danced in the same rhythm. How silly. Sam hissed as he…
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His kiss was rough and clumsy, but there was a touch of caution, afraid of accidentally sinking his fangs into my lips. My eyes softened before I slowly closed them, melting in his lips and embrace. Sam… my lord, my prince, my husband. I never realized how much I missed him until now, and I could not help but tear up. I'm glad that he returned. Sam hissed as I drew away, resting his forehead against mine. He seemed agitated as he grumbled through his gritted teeth, "my blood is boiling." Anger was…
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"Hunt down the undead?" I mumbled under my breath as my mouth fell open, blinking. But wasn't that an important matter for the palace and this kingdom? This matter drove the king to entrust this to Sam, and he was telling me he'd like me to take part? "Why do you look so surprised, my wife?" Sam let out a brief chuckle, amused at the sight of me. "His Majesty wouldn't let me have a moment to breathe, so I had to bring the oxygen with me," he added with a sly smile. "Would that be fine with you?" "Of…
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"Do you like children?" I froze as soon as that question tickled my ears. Did he ask me if I like children? Wasn't it obvious? But I found my tongue rolling back, unable to answer his sudden and out of the topic question. "My wife," he whispered, stroking my hair, and my spine shuddered. I couldn't make anything out of the dullness in his eyes. "Are you pregnant?" His abrupt question made me instinctively punch him in the gut, and he hunched over with a light grunt. How dare he ask me such a…
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"Your neck it is." I snickered, eyes glinting with murderous intent as I'm prepared for this. I must not falter and show them that this side was not one to mess with, but before I could strike her neck, the knock on the door before it creaked open halted me. It was Lena. "Your highness." Lena bowed and glanced at Mildred, assessing the situation. "Please forgive my interruption, your highness. But if her highness will grant me permission, let this humble one punish Lady Soulton." "And why would I do…
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"Goodness, your highness!" Lena cried as she dried my hair while I sat in front of the vanity mirror. "How can his highness do that? You might catch a cold!" A faint sigh escaped my nose as I glanced up at her reflection. Despite that Sam overheard her talking behind his back, she still spouts comments that could put her in trouble. "Lena, you have to be careful," I said, turning around to face her, "what will happen if his highness or anyone hears you?" She should know the rules in this palace more…
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"Hmm… interesting," He crooned, nodding as he crossed his arms, and his eyes closed into mere slits, "and very lovely." Interesting? Lovely? Did he have to sound that disinterested? The expression on my face died down as I rolled my eyes in my head and continued rinsing my shoulder. "It's fine if you don't want to, husband. But this will take a while." "Not that I don't want to," he said, and I gazed back up at him. What did he mean, then? Sam only raised his hand to show me the dried blood and…
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Sam was not originally a villainous character, nor was he cruel who treats people's lives as insects. He used to be warm and kind, shielding his younger siblings, knowing what hell awaits them if he didn't. However, shielding his younger siblings also provoked the king's authority. As a result, the fair amount of punishments he was already receiving increased over time to the point it put his life in danger on several occasions. According to Yul and Silvia, despite all that, Sam never told them about…
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