The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 587

Chapter 587: Rough And Intense

Arlan had read in the book given to him by Sierra that demons can be particularly lustful on the night of a new moon. As expected, Oriana was feeling the same. He could see her efforts to suppress her urges, but when he was there, it was the last thing he would expect from her. Though a demoness, she was his, and he was to take care of everything she needed.

Arlan moved back, knowing very well how his words had affected her. He intentionally called her "demoness," letting her know there was no need for her to hide anything, that he had accepted her as his Demoness.

Oriana raised her gaze to look at him, her eyes flickering with a raging darkness inside her, letting the lust she felt surface visibly. Her body felt like she would go crazy if she didn’t have him at that very moment.

"Arlan," she whispered in a daze.

"Hmm?"

"I... want... you..." she struggled with her words while trying to keep herself in control.

"I am right here," he replied, holding himself back, his own eyes mirroring her desires.

Her gaze travelled along his neck and chest. Her hands found their way to him on their own, tracing the contours of his muscles and feeling the warmth under her palm.

She mumbled, "I feel like I am going crazy." Her gaze moved up towards his lips, her eyes darkened with the lust she possessed. "I want you to touch me," she spoke, her voice full of need.

Arlan’s hand moved to the back of her head and gripped her hair tightly, his intense gaze boring into hers, with not a trace of gentleness in his actions.

"Kiss me," she spoke, seemingly liking the roughness in his actions.

Arlan lowered his face and captured her lips in a heated kiss, his hand clutching her hair, keeping her steady for his needs, dominating that kiss. He had decided to let her take control, but now she was being boldly demanding, it was impossible for him to hold back.

When he left her breathless, he heard her say while gasping for air, "Not... enough..."

Arlan held her chin, almost pinching her to make her wince. The beast inside him somehow wished to hurt her, to see her in pain; it was weirdly satisfying. "I don’t want to hurt you..."

"But I want you to," she said, her darkened gaze begging him, "hurt me... make me feel it..."

His own gaze darkened with desire. Arlan turned her around and pressed her against the wall. As both of their dark desires surfaced, there was no place for gentleness.

"You are the one to ask for it," he growled, behind his gritted teeth. She was making it impossible for him to hold back and not to hurt her.

"Mhmm," she responded in delight, her body humming in anticipation.

With ripping sounds, her nightdress came off, leaving her stark naked, pressed against the cold wall. The only warmth she felt was coming from his bare torso pressed against her back. His hands held her firmly against the wall, leaving her no place to move.

Before she could understand what was happening, Arlan parted her legs with his knee, and soon she felt a strong intrusion inside the needy place between her legs that made her cry out loudly.

"Ahh..."

In response to the pain, her fingers almost scratched against the stone wall, as if trying to dig into it.

Arlan didn’t bother with it and instead pulled out again and repeated the same, making her cry once more.

"Ahh..."

If this demoness wished him to be rough, he was more than willing to give it to her.

"Want more?" his hoarse voice whispered against her ear.

"Yes," she looked like she was craving pain along with pleasure.

Arlan didn’t stop. Each of his moves and thrusts followed with more aggression and roughness, as if he didn’t care if he broke her. He was letting his own dark desires out, ravaging her without mercy. Her painful cries echoed inside the chamber along with Arlan’s wild beast-like groans, the two naked bodies entangled with each other against the stone wall.