The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Drunk In Desire

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Her lips were sealed by his warm mouth, the taste that was equally intoxicating and uniquely his flooding all her senses. There was no rush in his movements, the kiss fleeting between a featherlight brush to a gentle dance, sucking and nibbling, a gesture so tender it was as if he was taking his sweet time tasting the most delicious delicacy the world has to offer.

The moment he pried her lips open, she could not help but let out a moan.

He robbed her of air, of energy, of rationality...

Initially, her hands were pushing him away, but with him deepening the kiss, Oriana’s resistance started to waver. Her heartbeat raced, and it was as if the blood inside her body had ignited, setting her desires ablaze.

She wanted to kiss him back.

She wanted to embrace him.

She wanted to—

’Ah, damnation. He won’t remember it when he wakes up—-’

Oriana gave up, throwing caution to the wind.

In the first place, she had long known that deep in her heart she was inexplicably attracted to this horrible, horrible man. He was mean, annoying and frustrating at times, yet his mere presence would also bring a smile to her face. Seeing him and hearing him speak made each of her days more bearable, more colorful, without rhyme or reason.

Arlan was an imperfectly perfect man she could not bring herself to hate. Otherwise, she would not put up with his mood swings. She would have long run away from all the ill treatment she experienced from this man.

’Then, for tonight, let me show you how I feel for you.’

Slowly, she reciprocated his kiss. It was not her kissing him back, but her dominating the kiss. For the first time, Oriana allowed her emotions to spill over.

Her desire...for a man who couldn’t be hers.

Her lips sought for him, and the pair of mates started to indulge themselves in a passionate kiss. Her hands still gripped by his, and he kissed her with no restraints. She could taste the rich flavor of wine as their tongues rolled together, his hot breath burning her cold skin. Greedy groans left his throat as if he wished more and more from her, drowning out her moans with the intensity of his kiss.

Even through their clothes, she could feel the heat from his body, causing her own to burn up in response.

Oriana’s fingers traced the contours of Arlan’s face, feeling the lines of his jaws beneath her touch, before interlacing with his hair. On the other hand, Arlan gently cradled her neck, as if to declare her as his possession, his other hand beginning its exploration of her body, making her feel as if she was melting under his touch.

Oriana felt like she was going crazy!