The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437: Another Vision Of Painful Memories

Yorian materialized in Erich’s mansion’s guest room. This time, he refrained from inquiring about Oriana’s recent visions. He was convinced that it must have been a distressing experience for her, but he purposely chose not to offer her comfort this time. She needed to confront and manage such challenges independently, to toughen herself. He understood that he couldn’t always be there to provide solace. Eventually, he would have to step away from her side, and he didn’t want her to remain vulnerable when he did.

Oriana had to learn to address matters on her own, especially those with emotional repercussions. They would affect once or twice or thrice, but over time, she would build resilience and become immune to manipulative tactics, strengthening herself not only physically but also emotionally, a vital skill in dealing with the cunning witch. As a queen, she had to develop emotional fortitude.

Inside Arlan’s chamber, Oriana lay beside him. This time, instead of attempting to comfort him, she was grappling with her own turmoil. Her body was drenched in sweat, and her eyes were tightly shut as she delved into Arlan’s memories, experiencing his pain and struggle. However, amidst those agonizing moments, what seemed to torment him the most was...

A hand that roamed across his body, the witch’s hand caressing his chest over his clothing. His body stiffened, and within his mind, he felt a wave of nausea and revulsion. He would have preferred physical torment over this violation. At that moment, he despised everything, even his own existence.

"You are mine, my Prince," came an evil chuckle, "Soon, I will make you mine, even if you don’t wish it. This precious body of yours will belong to me."

Her hand slowly ascended from his chest, moving along his neck until it came to rest at his face. There, it tenderly caressed his cheek, though every moment of that touch filled him with disgust.

"You are so beautiful, my Prince. You’ve always been so beautiful," her fingers continued their path, tracing along his handsome features. "How you have grown into such an amazing man. The more I look at you, the more enchanted I become. You are handsome, just the way I prefer. That’s why you were made for me. You exist to serve and satisfy me."

Her thumb traced along his lips, causing his jaw to clench tightly. She could feel the tension in his jaw beneath her fingertips and chuckled, "Still fearful of my touch, my prince? What will you do when I will become your mate and you have to consummate the bond with me? You won’t be able to resist me for long. I believe you will give in and enjoy being my mate."

Taking pleasure in his helplessness, she withdrew her hand and moved back along his chest, all the while continuing to speak.

"Have you found your mate yet? It seems you haven’t. Hmm, that’s for the best, because you know what I’ll do with her. Don’t you dare find someone else. I am the only one who can be your mate."

The witch’s hands began to circle around his waist, and she hugged him, her thin black clothes covered face rested on his chest like a woman madly in love with him.

"I can feel your blood rushing through these veins. This blood, nothing could ever tastes better than this. Once we are mates, I would be able to drink it every day and we won’t have to wait for the night of fullmoon to be able to see each other." _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}