Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter122 A Twisted Love

Dog! Men are such dogs!

She always thought she was the insecure one, but it seems that wasn't the case.

With resignation, Lela cupped Sylvester's face, their foreheads touching. She whispered softly, "Master Sylvester, what are you afraid of? I'll never leave you." Her entire plan, this intricately laid trap, had been for him from the start.

She kissed the corner of his mouth, even mimicking Sylvester's move, teasing his lips open with her tongue, their mouths dancing together.

Sylvester's eyes sharpened, his alluring amber gaze fixed on Lela with desire reaching his eyes. As his passion neared a tipping point, he released her. Lela's eyes, misty and moist, watched Sylvester, unintentionally flicking her tongue over her lips.

So that's his taste.

A refreshing hint of mint.

She adored it.

his eyes on her. "Do you even

him and

any idea how

blinked, her enchanting eyes shimmering with the purest light. "Sylvester, I like the

before he let out a soft chuckle, his voice deep and irresistibly

really did

fallen for him at

once pondered whether her fondness for

was, to

gently squeezing her soft

his desires, he knew his strength could hurt her. He wanted to wait until she was of age, until she

couldn't help but smile. He had always been protecting her, hadn't

the hand that was hooked under her chin, rubbing her cheek against it, her gaze lingering fondly on Sylvester, "Sylvester, I'm seventeen. Back in my community, I'd be old enough to have children." Which meant, she

tribe deep in the

Sunlit Glade, carrying an ancient lineage blessed by the heavens, viewed procreation