The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Consuming Kiss

She sensed danger, the kind of danger a prey instinctively feels when a hungry predator was breathing down on its nape. Like a broken puppet, Oriana froze like her strings had been cut. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, she turned around to look over her shoulder.

"Oh..."

The source of danger. He had somehow soundlessly appeared right behind her, giving off a dominating presence that forced her to turn around to face him, placing her hands between them in a feeble attempt to ward him off.

’Wasn’t he sitting down just now?’

"Uhm, Your Highness...’ She took a step back under that heated gaze of his. "Your Highness, please sit back down—"

Thud!

"Ah!" She was pushed back against the door without any warning, taking her by surprise. The prince’s right hand was holding her shoulder, keeping her pinned against the door, while his left arm stretched to the side of her head, caging her in, not leaving her a way to move as his face slightly leaned down towards hers.

It was as if a storm was brewing within those drunken eyes. Oriana could not help but gulp. ’Is he angry at me? Why does it feel like that?’

"Y-Your Highness, uhm, any, anything the matter...?" She gathered some courage to speak, but inside, she was panicking like a prey about to be devoured.

To her question, the prince gave no response. However, the storm in his eyes seemingly caused it to darken even more, smoldering and intense, causing her heart to almost leap out of her ribcage.

As he drew closer, not leaving much distance between their bodies, his hot breath overwhelmed her senses, as if he was sharing his intoxication with her. The space between their faces diminished even more, the air growing charged with unspoken... desire.

Yes, desire. Raw, insatiable desire.

Only now did Oriana understand the raging storm in those ocean blue eyes, and escape was no longer possible.

At this point, his face was so near to hers that the tips of their noses were almost touching, their breaths intertwined. That gaze made her knees grow weak. "Your Highness..."

"You belong to me."

Those words came out as a low growl, his voice hoarse yet firm.

Wordlessly, she looked at him, those words...she didn’t know what to say in response. She wanted to refute, to chalk them off as a drunken man’s nonsense, but those words caused her to feel something...something she could not understand.

Oriana belonged to herself, and no one else. But for a moment, that resolve faltered. As if her proud self wouldn’t mind it if it was this man laying claim on her.

’But why...?’

She did not understand. The handsome man was staring down at her with an expression of...desperation? Vulnerability? That pair of blue eyes, they looked at her with blame and accusation. She really did not understand the reason why this man would hold such an anguished expression, so contrary to his usual confident self.

"You are mine, and mine alone."

An order. A claim. It was if he was branding her that very moment.