The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 538

Chapter 538: Agitated Dragon’s soul

Filled with embarrassment, Oriana felt Arlan’s warm lips tracing along her neck, his free hand running along her bare thighs, sending shivers down her spine under his delicate and sensitive touches.

’It should be alright. We are married,’ she tried to convince herself, pushing aside her previous thoughts about her family and their sins. She could sense his desire for her, and somewhere deep within, she acknowledged her own attraction to him. They were drawn to each other, always had been.

She had come here to talk about important matters, but now it seemed unlikely that any conversation would take place tonight.

Lost in her thoughts, Oriana felt Arlan descending further, his warm lips trailing along the soft flesh of her stomach, signaling what was to come, but...

Rumble!

Suddenly, both of them froze at the sound emanating from Oriana’s stomach.

Rumble!

Oriana covered her face with her hands, a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing over her, intensifying her mortification. She wished she could dig a hole, bury herself in it and never emerge out again.

In the darkness, Arlan moved back, his silhouette visible to Oriana as she peeked through her fingers, unsure of what his reaction would be.

"I... happened to skip... my meal today..." Oriana spoke hesitantly, feeling a sense of relief that the room was shrouded in darkness, shielding her face from Arlan’s view, and vice versa.

Without a word, Arlan stepped out of bed and pulled the string by the bedside to ring for a servant.

"I... I didn’t mean to..." Oriana faltered, unsure of what else to say. She had unwittingly doused the fiery moment with icy cold water. She wondered if he was angry at this interruption. In the darkness, it was impossible to discern his emotions.

Shortly after, a servant appeared at the door. "Your Highness, you called for me?"

As the lamps inside the room illuminated on their own, Arlan approached the door. Oriana watched him, noticing his shirtless form, clad only in his pants. ’When did he remove his shirt? Tonight, was he really planning to...’

Though hungry at this moment, she could not help but ogle at that view of his perfect back, gulping at the thought of its temptation.

Arlan stood by the door but didn’t open it. "Prepare a quick meal for Her Highness. Do not take much time."

Just as he turned around, Oriana, still naked, suddenly became aware of her own vulnerability. She quickly covered her chest with her hands, the soft silk bind providing scant cover, and clenched her legs together as she retreated towards the headboard. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze, not only because of her nakedness but also due to the embarrassment her empty stomach had caused.

Arlan froze for a moment, his gaze lingering on Oriana’s nearly naked form before he quickly averted his eyes. It was the first time he had seen her like this, reminding him of the tempting view of her back when she had secretly bathed in his personal bath.

He turned his attention to the floor where her torn dress lay, rendered unusable in its current state. Walking over, he picked up his jacket from a wooden stand, then approached the bed, keeping his back to Oriana.