The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Goodbye

"Your Highness," Oriana attempted to interject, her words a gentle plea, but Arlan, fully immersed in the intensity of the moment, appeared impervious to her protests and rationale.

Engaging her in a fervent kiss, Arlan’s hand moved with purpose to the back of her head, deftly removing the headwrap that enveloped her and releasing the cascade of her long locks. His determination was palpable, his grasp unwavering as he sought to anchor her to him without relent.

Oriana, caught in a whirlwind of confusion, couldn’t fathom why Arlan was behaving in such a manner, especially at a crucial juncture when they needed to confront the looming threat of the witch. Yet, his actions spoke louder than her unspoken questions.

’What has come over him?’

Before she could ponder further, her back met the yielding embrace of the soft mattress beneath. This formidable and commanding man had firmly ensconced her beneath him on the bed, having released her lips but now fixing his gaze upon her, his own breath uneven.

Breathless and taken aback, Oriana met the gaze of those ocean-blue eyes, possessing a depth she had never before witnessed.

He regarded her in silence, his gaze reminiscent of...

’Why is he looking at me like this? What does it signify?’

His blue eyes resembled calm waters, concealing whatever thoughts churned beneath the surface.

Oriana shifted her hand from his shoulder to gently touch his cheek. The significance of the night faded from her mind as concern for what occupied his thoughts took precedence.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Her voice, a soothing murmur, hung in the air.

In response, only silence emanated from him. His gaze persisted, studying every nuance of her face, as if attempting to etch it into his memory.

"What’s happened?" she inquired once more.

Still, he offered no reply. Instead, his gaze now reflected emotions as though he feared never seeing her again.

"We’ll be alright," Oriana reassured him. "I’ll be alright."

In response to her comforting words, his gaze shifted to her swollen lips once more, and he kissed her again. This time, Oriana yielded, reciprocating his kiss, her hands tenderly caressing his cheeks as if seeking to console him.

’There is still time.’

Attempting to console herself, Oriana couldn’t shake the concern rooted in his persistent silence. None of her questions received answers. Perhaps he sought a moment of tranquility with her before confronting the impending danger.