Ian ran his hands up my thighs and palmed my ample hips and up my waist and around to my back, leaving tingling skin in his wake. My stomach heated and my skin was sensitive. "What kind of magic are you using on me?" I gasped as he nipped the bite on my neck, making me groan. "It's you who's using magic." He kissed my collar bone. "I'm your slave now. I'm hooked on you. You're exotic, beautiful. You're bewitching." I froze at that word. Bewitching. That was dangerously close. But Ian still touch and held me tenderly. And I soon forgot my fear, Ian was safety and I shouldn't feel otherwise. WARNING: STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES.

"I have a deep feeling that you do not plan on telling me who you really are in the near future," the Prince broke the comfortable silence. Annabelle shook her head and smiled, "It is for our own good if you do not know." Annabelle works as a maid in the Winchester castle, when one fateful night and a beautiful gown brings her closer to the prince.

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