The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 694: Hungry For His Beast Side

"What are you looking at?" Oriana growled, her brows knitted, her voice hoarse. "You really do look like you want that demoness back."

He chuckled. "Whether it’s you or her, both are the same to me. But yeah, I do miss you cursing and getting angry at me. You should train your demoness form to talk like this as well. I want to see her cursing and getting angry at me instead of her silence." free𝑤ebnovel.com

"Don’t sweet-talk me. I know how much you enjoyed it with her when you..." She huffed and turned around, facing her back to him.

Arlan gently turned her onto her back and got on top of her. He gazed her displeased expressions. "When I did what?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You know exactly what I mean. Even though it was her, I was there too. You were never like that with me, like you were with her."

"Alright, so how was I with her?" he asked, amused.

"You..." She averted her gaze, looking away in anger. "You loved her more..."

Arlan chuckled again. "Being rough with her means I loved her more?"

She still wouldn’t look at him. "I didn’t say that."

"So, you want me to be rough with you?" he asked, turning her face back to look at him. "I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it..."

"So she’s stronger than me, huh? And that’s why you want her so you don’t have to hold back yourself," she retorted, squinting her brows in anger. "That night, our first new moon night together—was I not able to handle it?"

Arlan simply watched her in amusement--comparing herself to her own self, that was some new level of jealousy. Of course, her dark form was stronger, but since she was being stubborn about it, he wasn’t going to let this opportunity slide.

"You’re not allowed to complain later," he said, his hand deftly untying the belt on her robe, revealing her completely naked body underneath.

"When did I ever complain?" she challenged.

"You didn’t?" he teased, kissing her as his body pressed against her naked form. "Just admit it—you want it again, so you’re using my night with your dark side as an excuse. You remember everything clearly and want me to do it again. Are you that hungry for me?"

Her hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his head, clutching his hair tightly, her gaze intensely moving between his eyes and his lips. "What if I am?" Her voice and expressions leaving no doubt about her intentions.

"Then I won’t mind satisfying your hunger," he whispered against her lips before swooping her into a passionate kiss. Their bodies, entangled and craving more, responded eagerly to each other.

"If you want to experience it like her, then spread wide," he commanded, parting her legs, his heated breath fanning against her face, showing his impatience to be inside her.

Oriana did as he said, looking boldly into his eyes. "You better not hold back."

Both he and his dragon were excited that their mate wanted him first thing in the morning, desiring the beast within him.

"Do you want my dragon to take over?" he asked, knowing that while he had been with her many times, her human side might now wish to experience his beastly form and vice versa.

A wave of excitement flashed in her eyes. "Can you do that?"

He nodded. "He and I are both here for you, as one."

"Then do it," she urged, not willing to wait another second.

He closed his eyes momentarily, and his original form—half his face covered in gold scales with one red eye—began to change. His entire body became covered in golden, glowing scale-like patterns. When he opened his eyes, they were both red.

"Beautiful." A light, thrilled gasp escaped Oriana’s lips as she took in Arlan’s dark form. She had seen it the night they consummated their bond, but it felt different now that her dark side wasn’t clouding the real her.

His red eyes gazed at her intently. This time, her eyes were not red but hazel. As much as Oriana desired his dark side, he longed to be with her human side. To him, she appeared delicate and frail, a stark contrast to her strong dark side, but he cherished this softer version of his mate just as much.

"You don’t have to be careful," she whispered, impatience flickering in her eyes. She lifted her head slightly, holding onto his shoulders, and captured his lips with hers as she murmured, "Don’t keep me waiting."

He had been taking his time, appreciating her human side, but when his mate grew impatient... a light growl rumbled in his throat as he kissed her, pressing her head back into the pillow beneath her. His mouth devoured her delicate lips with a hunger that matched his beastly nature.

Oriana felt as though she couldn’t breathe as his tongue overwhelmed her, his breath filling her lungs. The kiss was passionate and dominating, like the beast he was, with no trace of care or consideration—but she loved this roughness.

Before she could fully process the overwhelming kiss, her eyes widened in shock. A muffled cry escaped her as he buried himself deep inside her with one strong thrust, without any warning. She had told him he didn’t need to be careful, so he followed his own desires.

His hands pinned hers to the sides, his mouth not letting her go, while his strong, muscular back moved between her wide-parted legs with each thrust intense than before.

"Mmm!" she struggled, trying to cope with being suffocated by the kiss and being pounded by him at the same time. Even her moans were trapped in her throat, everything was just too overwhelming. Now she understood why Arlan had warned her, but despite it all, she didn’t hate it.

Her legs wrapped around his, pulling him in for more, her eyes occasionally flashing with darkness—a sign of just how much she was enjoying it.

The morning passed with the pair of mates lost in their own world. Unlike her dark form, Oriana was exhausted sooner and couldn’t keep up for much longer.

"That’s it... no more," she managed to say between ragged breaths.

Seeing she was completely spent, Arlan finally let go, with one last thrust, sending her spiralling into another whirlwind of ecstasy before her body spent up, collapsed entirely.

"Mate," a low growled left his lips, his face burned against her heaving chest.

"Yes, mate," Oriana mumbled, a delightful smile painting on her lips as she struggled to keep her eyes opened.