The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 689: Consummating A Bond

Slam!

The door of the bedchamber shut with urgency as the pair of mates entered, locked in a passionate kiss, surrendering to their most carnal desires. A divine beast and a demoness, they were lost in a world where only they existed for each other. The pull of their bond grew stronger with each passing moment, driving them both to the brink of madness, a kind of intoxication they had never experienced before.

Oriana clung to him, her naked legs tightly wrapped around Arlan’s exposed waist, her hands gripping his neck as she hungrily claimed his mouth. Their hot breaths mingled, filling the chamber with the needy sounds of their desire.

Arlan walked steadily toward the bed, holding her firmly as he reciprocated her demanding kiss, trying to maintain enough control to make her comfortable before he claims her to complete the bond. Though she was a powerful demoness, the intensity of the beast within him could overwhelm her if he let it go unchecked.

He carefully placed Oriana on the bed, but she wasn’t willing to let go. Her hands still wrapped around his neck, she pulled him down with her. Arlan found himself lying on top of her, her needy moans echoing in his ears, her body humming with endless need of being touched, as if nothing could satisfy her desires.

He knew she had lost herself to the pull of the bond, and being a demoness, her inherent lustfulness only heightened the intensity. He wondered if she would even remember this night the next morning. He knew, he needed to take control over her to give her what she desired in the best way possible.

Arlan pressed her beneath him on the bed, one hand moving under her head to hold her steady, he deepened the kiss. His heated breath seared against her skin, his tongue danced with hers in a delightfully passionate rhythm, taking full control, intending to leave her satisfyingly breathless.

After a long, intense kiss, Arlan finally let go, leaving Oriana breathless and still yearning for more. Her face was flushed from lack of air, her breathing ragged as her chest heaved with the pressure of her desire. Her dark eyes glared at him disapprovingly for stopping, looking feral, as if she might attack him if she didn’t get what she wanted.

Arlan was surprised by her intensity, but his beast was delighted. This side of her matched his own feral nature.

Oriana lifted her head, trying to capture his lips again. Arlan allowed her to get close, but his intentions were different. Before she could deepen the kiss, he deftly moved her hands, pinning them above her head. He pulled his face back, earning an angry growl from her, her eyes darkening as she struggled to free herself from his grip.

Arlan held her hands firmly, his mismatched eyes—one red, one gold—gazing into hers with a dominance that only a mate could wield.

"Patience, Esmeray," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

At the sound of her true name, Esmeray, her struggle paused for a moment. The darkness in her irises wavered, showing traces of recognition.

Arlan watched as recognition flickered in Esmeray’s—Oriana’s—dark eyes, the ferocity momentarily giving way to something softer, yet no less intense. But that recognition only seemed to heighten her need, her body arching beneath him, desperate for the connection they both craved. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The beast within Arlan could already smell her arousal, a scent so potent that it fueled his desire to claim her right then and there. His hand still pinned her wrists above her head, while his free hand gripped the flimsy chemise and tore it away in one swift motion, leaving her completely exposed to his ravenous gaze.

It was time to let his beast take over. Arlan had his moments with her after their wedding, moments filled with tenderness and love. But now, this moment belonged to the beast within him—a part of him that demanded its due.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, his irises had turned a deep, burning red. His entire body began to shimmer with the pattern of golden scales, marking the full emergence of his beast.

The red eyes of the beast met the dark, lust-filled eyes of his mate. His breathing was feral, matching the intensity in Oriana’s, which was filled with a wild need for him to claim her without delay.

He moved his face closer to hers, capturing her lips in a kiss, but this time his teeth tugged harshly at her swollen, burning lips, drawing a pleasured groan from deep within her.

Oriana instinctively leaned in, seeking more of him, but the beast had other plans. His free hand brushed her hair aside, exposing the right side of her neck, where he had marked her. The beast revelled the sight of it. Seeing what kind of mark his mate bore for him was the greatest pleasure for any beast.

His gaze darkened with delight as he saw the blossom of tiny black roses etched into her skin at the place of the marking. It was beautiful to his beastly taste. He dived his face in the crook of her neck, his hot breath caressing her skin before his tongue licked the mark with deliberate slowness.

Though confined in his hold, Oriana arched her back, moaning as his coarse, warm tongue brushed over her burning skin. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, her lips parting in a gasp of delight. She wanted more—she wanted him to sink his teeth into her skin again, she wished to feel that pain once more.

The beast sensed her need, and it only made him more ravenous. With a low, rumbling growl, he pressed his body against hers, the heat between them intensifying. His lips trailed from the mark on her neck down to her collarbone, biting and licking as he went, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body, eliciting breathless moans from her.

Oriana writhed beneath him, her body desperate for more, her moans growing louder.

His tongue tracing a path down her chest, savoring the taste of her skin. His free hand roamed her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her as if memorizing the way she felt beneath him. Her body was trembling with anticipation, and he could feel the slick heat of her readiness pressing against him, urging him on.

Her hands still locked above her head, a dominant beast positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locking onto hers which had nothing but pure, unrestrained desire—erased any lingering doubts.

With a deep, animalistic growl, he entered her with a powerful thrust, filling her completely at once.

Oriana cried out loudly in pleasure, her head falling back. Her body shudder with a wave of pleasure she got in just in one thrust from her mate, letting him know how much ready she already was for him.

Her head was all hazy as the demoness ravelled in a release she got when the beast was yet to start and show his endless thirst for his mate.