The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: I Want You

Orinan’s hands glided upward from Arlan’s chest to his shoulders, where she held on for support. She subtly shifted her body closer to his, her face drawing nearer to his, her gaze fixated on his lips.

Arlan, with his eyes half-lidded, watched her in quiet contemplation. Anticipation surged in his heart as he wondered how she would take the lead- Will she be shy or bold?

When she came within mere inches of his face, she whispered nervously, "Could you please close your eyes, Your Highness?"

Despite her boldness and recklessness in other aspects of life, intimate moments like these evoked the same fear and nervousness in her as they would in any other woman. Furthermore, beneath his watchful gaze, her anxiety only deepened.

Despite his inebriation, Arlan comprehended her words and obediently closed his eyes. Witnessing this, Oriana felt a surge of relief and summoned the courage to finally proceed with the act.

’If, by some chance, you happen to remember this tomorrow – though I fervently hope you won’t,’ she silently mused, ’do not hold me accountable for this audacious act of intimacy with my master. After all, it is you who has tasked me with this as my punishment. I bear no responsibility for it.’

She studied his face intently, knowing that this might be her last chance to see him up close. He embodied the essence of true handsomeness, an enchanting presence that could captivate any woman fortunate enough to lay eyes on him.

’I may be a witch," she thought, "but he seem to be the one who has cast a spell on me.’

Finally, she proceeded, her delicate lips brushed tenderly against his, the warmth of her mouth tinged with the lingering taste of wine.

Arlan couldn’t help but tense up, though it was entirely expected. Her lips were so soft, their gentle contact sending a surge of excitement through him. Before he could savor the sensation any longer, Oriana withdrew after a fleeting moment.

Displeased, he reluctantly opened his eyes, only to find her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her face. The sound of her racing heart echoed in his ears, and her shy gaze met his, filled with anxious anticipation.

Unable to maintain eye contact, she lowered her gaze and began to withdraw from him, as though she had completed the task he had assigned to her, but even before she could move an inch, his hand resting at her back, stopped her from doing so.

She gazed at the inebriated man before her, a puzzled expression on her face, only to hear him whisper against her lips, "Is this what you call a kiss?"

Embarrassment washed over her, and she stammered, "I..."

"Do you want me to teach you?" he offered.

She stared at him, feeling speechless and even more embarrassed. Inside her mind, she wondered, ’He’s clearly intoxicated. Can’t he just overlook this? I did what he requested, even if it was just...’

"I haven’t satisfied my thirst," he murmured, his tone softer this time.

She watched as his expression suddenly shifted, transforming from curiosity to something that appeared almost sorrowful, as if he felt wronged.

’I’m the one who’s being wronged here,’ she thought, a hint of exasperation creeping in. ’Why does he look like I’ve just bullied him?’ She couldn’t help but inwardly sigh, thinking, ’He’s like a child when he’s drunk.’

’Alright,’ she tried to calm herself, ’just get done with it quickly.’ The grip of her hands on his shoulders tightened once more and she supported herself to be able to kiss him.

"Your Highness," she whispered, her voice trembling, "close your eyes."

Arlan obeyed, shutting his eyes, and in the next instant, he felt the gentle, delicate touch of her lips pressing onto his. This time, it wasn’t just a fleeting brush; her lips attempted to capture his, though in his opinion, it was a somewhat clumsy effort.

Under the spell of that passionate kiss, Oriana felt her senses slipping away. The ardor of this seductive figure before her proved more intoxicating than the strongest wine. Though just a kiss, it was like a midnight fire ready to melt her in the waves of pleasure. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}