Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

The dining room was dim, lit only by candlelight.

Lela, in her cozy yellow dress, sat at one end of the table.

She rested her cheeks on her hands, grinning as she watched Sylvester hustle in the kitchen.

This must be what folks in Pliar Country called that special family warmth.

She watched him bring out the last dish of fish and set it on the table.

He set the dish down, took off his apron, and walked towards her, the candlelight casting shadows that danced around him.

His figure flickered between light and dark, his shadow stretching long on the floor, with a bright glow on him.

She looked at him, almost blinded by the light!

Her eyes were dreamy, her face soft and charming, like she was back to being Sarah from the Holy Light Tribe in the forest. She was sweet and tender, making him feel intoxicated.

He walked over, leaned down to meet her eyes, and pinched her cheek.

"Why are you staring at me? Am I edible?" Sylvester teased.

His heart melted at her delicate face.

She tilted her head, nuzzling his palm. "Yes."

Sylvester was definitely edible.

She wanted to devour Sylvester.

His heart raced, he squinted his eyes, and lifted her delicate chin to kiss her.

His well-defined fingers applied a bit of pressure, making her tilt her head back and part her lips.

His tongue danced with hers, starting a passionate kiss.

He simply picked her up, then slowly sat down, leaning against the chair, letting her sit in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his large hand gradually tightening.

His lips moved away, trailing kisses down her smooth neck, his heavy breathing stirring all her senses. A tingling sensation spread over her body.

Lela clutched his shirt, her slender hands gradually tightening...

Suddenly, an untimely sound broke the intimate moment.

He immediately stopped, squinting at her, raising his hand, his thumb brushing across her lips.

She smacked her lips, blushing, and said, "I'm hungry."

His beautiful eyes looked at her, a hint of desire passing through. "Me too."

How many days had it been!

"Then let's eat." Lela didn't catch his true meaning. She was about to get off his lap. He had made a lot of dishes today, and she wanted to eat a lot. Seeing her greedy look, he chuckled softly, then, suppressing his desire, pulled her closer. "Sit in my lap to eat."

He spread his long legs, letting Lela sit on one of them. His left hand held her slender waist, preventing her from falling.

His actions were domineering and controlling, with no intention of letting her go.

She casually sat down on his lap.

He picked up a fork, looked at the table full of dishes, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

She pointed to the Sweet and Sour Fish in front of her. "I want to eat fish."

He smiled, reached for the fish, picked out the bones, and fed it to her.noveldrama

She bit the fish from his hand and chewed it in her mouth. "Delicious."

He forked another piece, carefully picking out the bones, and hearing this, asked, "How delicious is it?"

"Tender and juicy, super delicious," she responded.

"Not as delicious as you," he said with a smile.

As she chewed, she felt like the taste had changed.

He fed her the fish from the plate, put down the fork, and snapped his fingers. Then a servant came over, slowly opening the cork of a bottle of red wine with a wine opener. Lela looked up and said, "Sylvester, you even prepared wine."