The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 690: Mate...Mine...

His red eyes darkened with primal desire as he took in the sight of her after her release, her body flushed and radiant, just the way he preferred. Still buried deep inside her, he freed her hands and grasped one of her beautiful legs. Planting kisses along her ankle, he trailed soft bites up her calf, savoring the way her body trembled as she calmed from the intensity of her climax.

When she returned to her senses, Oriana met his gaze, her breath coming in heavy pants. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange of lust and longing. He leaned down, bringing his face closer to hers, letting her heated breaths wash over his skin. His red eyes focused intently on her gasping lips before he captured them in another searing kiss.

Though she had found her release, the lustful demoness within her was far from satisfied. With her hands finally free, she slid them down the burning expanse of his back, her nails raking against his skin as she pulled him deeper into the kiss.

Still inside her, he parted her legs wide, allowing him to move without restraint. He began to thrust, each powerful movement drawing louder cries and moans from Oriana, pushing them both closer to the edge of madness.

The intensity of his movements sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, her nails digging into his shoulders as she urged him on, demanding more—deeper, harder.

Their bodies moved in a frantic rhythm, a dance of feral instincts and overwhelming need. The room filled with the sounds of their passion—moans, growls, and the primal slap of skin against skin.

His hands roamed over her body, lifting her hips slightly to change the angle, driving even deeper into her. Oriana responded with a cry of pleasure, arching her back, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. The shift in position sent waves of ecstasy through them both, intensifying their connection.

But it wasn’t enough for him; the animalistic instincts within him demanded total control, to dominate her completely, leaving her utterly helpless beneath his power. With a wild growl, the beast moved back and, with a swift motion, flipped Oriana onto her stomach. He pulled her back harshly, positioning her on her hands and knees as if she were nothing more than a toy in his grasp.

His hands gathered her long hair, wrapping it around his palm to secure his hold. He let out a guttural growl of satisfaction as he thrust into her once more, his free hand gripping her waist with a firm, unyielding hold.

Oriana moaned in delight, her voice a clear signal of how much she loved the roughness he was giving her. Her hands gripped the ornate headboard as he pounded into her with relentless force, not an ounce of gentleness in his movements. If she were an ordinary human, her body would have shattered under the intensity of his assault.

Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, with unrestrained passion, feeling the chamber once more with all the erotic sounds they made, the entire room seemed to be heated up with unrestrained desires of a beast and his demoness.

He could feel her walls tightening around him, her body quivering as another climax approached, but he knew this was the moment to complete their bond, to connect their souls for eternity by marking her once more.

Clutching her hair tightly with one hand and gripping her waist firmly with the other, Arlan pulled her back, forcing her to stand on her knees. Her heated, sweat-slicked back pressed against his strong, heaving chest, but he didn’t stop his relentless movements inside her.

His coarse tongue traced the mark on her neck—a blossom of black roses—sending shivers down her spine. It was a gesture both possessive and primal. As his thrusts grew wilder, he sank his canines into her skin once more.

Oriana’s dark eyes flew open as the sharp pain of his bite shot through her, intensifying the pleasure building within her. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, driving her closer to the edge. Her scream of ecstasy echoed through the room, mingling with Arlan’s deep, guttural growl as he marked her again, claiming her in the most primal way possible.

Darkness began to envelop their bodies, wrapping them in a powerful, shadowy embrace. His canines still buried in her neck, Arlan’s thrusts became more urgent, driven by the primal need to fully claim her. With a final, powerful thrust, they both reached their peak together, their bodies shuddering in unison as the intensity of their shared climax surged through them.

A deep, hoarse voice echoed in her ear—"Mate... Mine..." as he licked the blood from her skin, sealing their bond.

For a long moment, they remained locked together, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their intense release. The darkness that had enveloped them slowly began to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their connection behind.

Soon, he felt Oriana’s body go limp as she slipped into unconsciousness. Gently, he pulled out of her and laid her down on the bed, his actions now tender and careful, a stark contrast to the roughness from just moments before. He lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms, his mate, he needed to coax her for all the pain he had caused her.

At the same time, he could not wait to see the complete mark on her neck.

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When Arlan woke up, he had resumed to his original form with half of his face and one eye different. The beast had retreated, allowing Arlan to take care of their mate. He looked at Oriana’s sleeping form and recalled what she and the beast had done to complete the bond, He could not deny it was intense and satisfying as he felt it as well.

His gaze turned to her neck. Pushing aside hair, he watched the mark of their completed bond. A delighted smile painted on his lips as he watched it- A gold Dragon in the midst go those black roses and it shone beautifully.

"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?" Arlan asked, himself admiring the beauty of it, a light smile painting his lips.

In response, Arlan’s own body shone momentarily with gold scales which was an answer from his beast to his question. The Dragon was telling Arlan that it was indeed beautiful and how happy he was to see it.

"I am happy as well," Arlan replied to his Dragon’s unspoken words.