The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 561

Chapter 561: An Intense Pleasure

Arlan, with both of them still soaked, carried Oriana through the chamber, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the floor. He gently laid her damp form in the center of the bed and then climbed onto it himself, his naked figure in full view of her shy eyes.

As he positioned himself above her, his intentions became unmistakable. He began to part her legs.

"Arlan... I really am... healed..." Oriana stammered, her instinct to close her legs battling against his actions.

He leaned in closer, pecked on her lips as to coax her. "Let me check for myself," he insisted, his hands resting on her knees. "A good husband takes care of even the smallest injuries of his wife, not to forget this one is caused by me. Do you want me to be an ignorant husband who leaves his wife on her own after having his fill?"

Internally, Oriana was exasperated. ’What?’ she thought. ’Why is he making it seem as if he’s wronged for not being allowed to do this?’ She knew all too well how adept he was at twisting words to his advantage.

"No more discussion," Arlan declared, firmly parting her legs.

Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Oriana covered her eyes with one arm, surrendering to the inevitability of her husband’s brazen actions. She felt him lean in closer between her thighs, and his fingers delicately parted her wet folds, his assessment echoing in her ears, "Hmm, it’s indeed still hurt."

Oriana had an urge to crawl away, her heart crying intently not knowing what to do with this man. ’Could he not talk so shamelessly?’

However, any embarrassment she harbored rapidly receded to the back of her mind as soon as she felt the warm, moist touch of his tongue delicately exploring her folds. The sensation elicited a loud moan from her, her composure unraveling under his ministrations.

Her eyes remained tightly shut beneath her shielding arm, her free hand instinctively reaching out to clutch at the bed sheets.

"Arlan..." she breathed out, a mixture of pleasure and surrender in her voice.

"Hhm?" he murmured, undistracted from his intent focus on her.

His tongue expertly navigated, caressing and teasing her sensitive folds, eliciting waves of pleasure that made her writhe beneath him. Her toes curled against the sheets, her body instinctively reacting, trying to press into the mattress. But Arlan kept her firmly in place, his hands steadying her hips.

Relentlessly, he explored deeper, his tongue seeking the places once claimed and hurt by his own being, invoking shudders of delight through her body. Her hands, now tangled in the sheets, clutched and pulled in a rhythm dictated by the overwhelming sensations. Her back arched off the mattress, her head pressed firmly into the pillow, as waves of intense pleasure coursed through her.

Arlan, keenly attuned to the reactions of his beautiful wife, shifted his gaze to capture every nuance of her response. The sight before him was both enticing and profoundly erotic. He had brought her to such states of ecstasy before, but those moments had been shrouded in darkness, her identity concealed behind the guise of a noble lady. Now, in the light, he could fully appreciate the vision of her, her body surrendering to the intense pleasure he was eliciting.