The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 324

Chapter 324: Call Me Arlan

Then Arlan realized, these days Oriana would sleep right away, as if she was overworking her body. Even if the sky fell, she would not wake up.

He normally would not mind letting her sleep, but not tonight.

His hand moved below her neck, and she raised her head as if to look up at him. He was sure she had her eyes still closed.

Just as he lowered his head to kiss her again, she moved her head back.

"Are you trying to kill me through suffocation?"

He chuckled. "I won’t let you die."

"You are overbearing, Your Highness."

He held her chin with his free hand. "You dare fall asleep at this moment?"

"But I am tired," she mumbled, her voice full of guilt.

"I had given you a chance to go back but you stayed. You cannot back out anymore."

Like a stubborn child, she nuzzled into his nape once more and said, "You smell so good...so comforting...It is strange not to sleep when we’re like this..."

Arlan frowned. Acting like this, wouldn’t it be inconsiderate of him to demand more? She sure knew how to pour cold water on his desires.

’But time is not on our side.’

He could not afford to listen to her as this was their last night together with her as Lady Ria.

"For this disobedience, you would be punished greatly."

"Hmm." She seemed to not bother with him.

There was a light smirk on his lips, as his hand traveled along her back and his fingers started to work on loosening her dress. It did not take long for Arlan’s nimble hands to trace the sensitive skin down her nape, and before she could react, she was lying on the bench with a cushion under her head and he was hovering over her.

Her eyes flung open in shock, sleep no longer lingering in her eyes. "Your Highness!"

"Why so surprised? You should have expected this when I said I won’t be holding back tonight."

"You said you would respect the boundary."

"I sure will but that doesn’t mean I will let you sleep just like that." His hands moved to her shoulder and she found him moving her loosened dress off her shoulder.

She grabbed that dangerous hand. "Your Highness—"

"Call me Arlan."

She was taken aback. "How can I?"

"You sure can. In fact, only you can."

Amidst the darkness, she gazed at his silhouette in confusion. ’What does he mean? Why make such a demand all of a sudden?’

As she wondered about the prince’s intentions, Arlan dived into her neck, both his hands taking their sweet time to slide her dress down her shoulders. Earlier, he had loosened the laces securing the back of her dress so it was easy to pull her dress down. The sensation of fabric gliding down to her arms made her heart pound hard.

"Your High—"

"Arlan," he corrected once more.

He kissed and licked the delicate skin of her bare shoulders. A soft moan left her mouth as she tried to weakly push his hand away.

"Don’t...my dress..."

He moved back to seal her lips and said once he freed her, "Won’t be coming off entirely."