The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327: To Mark His Mate

Believing Oriana was already in deep sleep, he was later startled to find her nuzzling against his nape. His body stiffened, but even before he could say a word, her hand distracted him. Her hand was boldly caressing his broad chest.

"Aren’t you sleeping?"

"I am dreaming," she replied, her voice still raspy from sleep.

"What are you dreaming about?"

"Tasty food."

Amused, Arlan wondered if this feisty lass was sleep-talking or flirting with him. The next moment, a groan left his mouth as the woman in his arms bit his neck. Even before he could react, her hand moved to explore his chest, her bold hands daring to go underneath his shirt. The top buttons were undone, giving her hand liberty to explore the contours of his muscles before tracing his collarbones.

’She is a pervert even in her sleep.’

Before her hand could move deeper inside his shirt, he grabbed her hand.

"Do you want me to go back on my words?" he spat out through clenched jaws and gritted teeth.

He got no response, informing him that she was indeed asleep, but her next action and words made him a little riled up. She bit him again and frowned.

"It’s tasteless."

’Me? Tasteless?’ He could not help but find her gall unbelievable. ’Did she really just bite me and call me tasteless? Does she want me to put salt and pepper on me like I’m food for her to eat?’

Arlan gently pulled her head back, allowing him to get a better look at her veiled face. Her eyes were closed and she was clearly sleeping, which means her words and actions had no deeper intention.

For a moment, the urge to remove that veil from her face tickled him, but he had given her his words and had no desire to break them.

However, her unintentional movements had stirred something inside him. Not to mention, the sensation of her soft body pressed against his, the sweet scent of hers that seemed mixed with something else.

No, in fact there was really something different about her scent and it was growing stronger since a while ago, his senses were being greatly affected by that strange and enticing addition to her scent.

All of those were enticing him to taste her...

His gaze darkened and it traveled down from her face to her beautiful neck. Her head was slightly tilted back, exposing the sweet curve of that fair and smooth skin, the thin blood vessels visible underneath, but his gaze stopped at a particular blood vessel which was thumping lightly along with her heartbeats.

The inviting sight was impossible to resist.

The darkness in his eyes deepened as he moved his face closer towards her neck. The sleeping woman didn’t know what kind of danger she was in. Arlan had seemed to have lost himself to temptation, a part of him urging him to surrender to the beast inside him.

To mark his mate.

To brand her his.

’She is mine. My mate.’

’What if it was not me and someone else here? She would be so easy to take advantage of! Could it be that from disguising herself as a man, her senses have dulled against men? What makes her believe she is safe among men? What happened to a woman’s sharp intuition? No, no, she can’t be left like this. There are plenty of perverts in the world.’ _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}