The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 65: A Devil’s Forbidden Touch

Draco’s rational mind dissipated into thin air as he felt nothing but the ultimate urge to devour her body. His demons gnawed through his skin with a ravenous desire.

His body conformed to his demons and he couldn’t hold back against the dark impulse spurred in his brain by his demons lurking within him.

He locked his lips on hers, yet he found himself wanting more after getting a taste of her lips, they were soft and tasted like peach, he didn’t want to stop sucking and tasting her lips.

She struggled beneath him, wanting to break free from his hold, when he pried her lips open with his warm tongue pushing into her mouth.

He stroked his lips against hers like a ravenous beast, nibbling and sucking on it firmly till she could no longer breath.

She could feel his fangs poking her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, the taste of her metallic blood and the taste of his lips, elicited a weird sensation in her body.

His demons within him was never the least satisfied, it wanted more. He wanted to feel her burning skin against his, he wanted to do sinful things to her body.

He wanted her body, her mind and her soul. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

His grip on her shoulders loosened and before he could think, he grabbed a handful of her dress in the front and ripped it open like she was being attacked by a ferocious animal.

He heard an opposing muffled sound erupt from beneath her throat immediately her dress was ripped off.

As he ripped her clothes, his lips remained locked on hers, stroking against hers with fierceness. His skin burned with flaming desires and he felt his bulge swell beneath his pants as blood rushed down to his groin area.

He groped her naked breasts with a firm hold. Her twin peaks were full and supple, he fondled it and stroked her nipples with his thumb.

A soft moan escaped her lips and whisked its way into his ears. She stopped struggling and rather, it took a turn as she arched her back and responded to his kiss and fervent touch.

Her startling response broke him out of his salacious desires, even though he could still feel the burning heat in his skin, it was a wild shock to hear her moan to him and respond to his touch.

As if he returned to his senses, he abruptly pulled away from the kiss as he stepped away from her. He could hear her heart thumping hard against her ribcage in an incredibly fast pace.

Her cheeks were flushed with a tinge of red creeping over her golden skin, her jade doe eyes were as wide as saucers and her lips were left parted in shock as she hadn’t recovered from whatever just transpired.

Heavy huffs of breath escaped her lips from the breathless kiss he gave her and then, his eyes narrowed down to her chest were the front of her dress was ripped off for her naked twin peaks to be uncovered.

He salivated as he felt his demons threatening to break loose again and devour her whole, but he solidified his resolve to hold back against it even though he could feel his bulge slowly increasing in size.

As if she immediately regained her composure, she yelped in horror as she frantically pulled the torn edges of her dress together to conceal her breasts.

Her hands trembled in mortification and shock, but her jade eyes burned with rage.

She wanted to yell at him over his erratic and barbaric behaviour, but when she remembered the shameless moans erupting from her lips when he touched her, she bit down on her lower lip in regret and shame.

How could she feel allured to her enemy and greatest rival, just by his mere touch? The devil’s forbidden touch? She wanted to resist, but immediately she felt his burning touch on her skin, her willpower crumbled to nothing but dust.

She felt utterly washed with mortification, but the fact that he attacked her in such a ferocious way, made her ponder what provoked him.

"Ring the maids, for a new dress." He said with a neutral countenance and a blank tone as if he hadn’t just done anything out of question or behaved like a ferocious animal, but she saw his jaws tick and his hands trembled slightly, as if he was fighting an inner battle.

She narrowed her eyes warily at him with a prudent stare, she noticed he acted the same way just before he attacked her and her subconsciousness warned her to stay on high alert, this time she’d strengthen her resolve to resist him.

Immediately he spoke, he veered around and proceeded toward the exit of the room, not wasting another second in the same space with her, because if he did, he couldn’t promise he would behave.

She watched his retreating figure till he disappeared out of her sight.

She let out a deep breath as she slumped down on the bed, her nerves were wrecked like a bolt of lightning struck her senseless, when it was in fact only what her greatest rival induced in her.

After taking a few breaths and composing herself, she pulled on one of the strings to ring for a maid.

A few minutes later, a knock was heard on the door, but she quickly bolted toward it before the maid would open it and find her in that state. She would be utterly washed with mortification if a rumor spurred about the Vampire King bedding her.

She unlocked the door with only a slight opening, as she hid her body behind the door, for only her face to be perceptible to sight.

The maid’s gaze flickered from her head to toe in a distasteful manner and an evident scowl on her face before she spoke.

"Did you ring the bell?" The maid snapped with displeasure lingering heavily in her tone.

"I need a dress, mine got ripped." Rama lied smoothly, no sign of hesitation in her voice.

The maid scoffed, as she tried to take a peek into the room whether Draco was in it or not, but Rama didn’t pave the way for her to see.

"You’re not a princess anymore, you can’t just demand a dress because you’re the King’s personal maid." The maid snapped with a glare, envy visible in her voice.

"The King told me to ring the bell, you wouldn’t want him coming back and see me still unchanged." Rama stated firmly and as if the maid accepted defeat, she scoffed angrily and stomped out of her sight.

She shut the door while waiting for the maid to bring her new clothes.

A few moments later, which was longer than it should have been, the maid came back with the clothes. As soon as she opened the door, she shoved it right on her, before stomping away with rolling eyes as she cussed beneath her breath.

She closed the door and quickly changed into the clothes, they were old and suitable for a maid, but she didn’t care, so long she was out of the ripped clothes and her bust was covered properly.

She emptied her pockets in the ripped dress as she took out the dagger and vial in them, she screened her eyes around the room before placing the dagger back in the box, but she hid the vial underneath the bed instead.

She wondered where Draco had run off to and most importantly why he couldn’t control himself, since it was obvious to her that he was struggling to keep himself tamed.

She sat still with bated breath, waiting for Draco to barge through those doors any moment, but she figured it was better to leave the room than for him to attack her again.

She stood up mechanically and bolted through the doors, dreading the thought of what transpired to ensue again.

She shivered at the thought.

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Draco strode down the dark halls as he gritted his teeth unnervingly, the poison made his veins scorch painfully, but when he touched her, he felt a different sensation coursing through his veins.

He could still feel the fiery monster beneath his pant bulge and twitch in unease. It was difficult to make him that hard and aroused, something merely touching her did.

He figured it could be the lack of mental strength at the moment and his demons taking advantage of his vulnerable condition.

Since his fiery dragon was still awake, he resorted to visit one of his mistress in her chamber.

He swung the door to one of his mistress’s chambers since they resided in the castle. The raven haired vampiress sitting on the bed turned her head toward the door and a wide grin tore her lips apart when her eyes met him.

"What happened to you, My Lord?" She queried when her eyes narrowed at the black weblike veins intersecting over his pale skin, but he didn’t reply as he approached her.

"My Lo.."

Her words were abruptly interrupted when he pounced on her without warning. A moan of pleasure rolled off her lips before he had even started with his ferocious behaviour.

He ripped her dress to shreds, leaving her naked on the bed within a beat, while she squirmed pleasingly to allure him, but rather his face darkened with displeasure when he felt his raging dragon immediately fall asleep.

His demons wanted someone else, he wanted Rama.

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