The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 595

Chapter 595: Wicked Man

Holding Oriana steady with a firm grip around her waist, Arlan tugged and bit gently on her lip. Simultaneously, his finger slipped inside her, causing her to squirm in his lap as an erotic moan escaped her throat. Releasing her lips, he watched intently as his finger moved skillfully within her.

Her eyes met his, filled with a mix of embarrassment and desire. Despite the vulnerability of being watched, she clung to him tightly, her legs parting instinctively to grant him better access.

"You seem to enjoy this," he murmured against her gasping mouth. "How about something more?"

Her response was a louder gasp, one that could be heard over the sound of the carriage and horses outside. Another of his fingers slipped inside her, driving her wild and making her lose all rational thought.

"Arlan..." she nearly screamed as she felt his fingers stretch her, pleasuring her in just the right way.

"Shh! We don’t want the people along the streets to hear you."

Oriana pressed her lips into a thin line, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold back for long. "How... long until we arrive..." she asked, struggling to maintain composure amidst his relentless teasing. Those damn fingers of his felt like they were opening the gates of heaven.

"By the time you can’t walk anymore," he replied, quickening his pace.

"Arlan... I can’t..." she whispered, her breath coming in heavy gasps. "...They’ll hear me..."

"You can find ways to stay quiet," he said, intensifying his fingers’ movements inside her.

This wicked man!

He was pushing her to the edge, teasing her to moan while warning her to stay silent. Was he playing with her?

She clutched his clothes, pulling him closer, and kissed him, needing something to muffle her voice. "Kiss me," she pleaded desperately.

She swore she felt his lips curve into a wicked smirk before he kissed her, suppressing her moans and simultaneously elevating her pleasure to new heights.

"There... feels... good..." she whispered, her voice a desperate plea for more.

Arlan let go of her lips and withdrew his fingers, earning an angry glare from her. Her eyes flashed with a hint of darkness.

"Patience, Oriana," Arlan whispered against her lips, not wanting the demoness within her to surface. Today, he wanted his Oriana, not the demoness hiding behind physical desires. Calling her name was intentional, a reminder that she was Oriana and not Esmeray.

The darkness in her eyes faded as she looked at him, puzzled as to why he had stopped. The next moment, she got her answer. His hands gripped her waist, easily turning her over his lap until her back was pressed against his chest. He lifted her legs, resting her sandals clad feet on the seat opposite them.

"What are you doing..." she whispered anxiously, unfamiliar with his intentions.

"Making it more comfortable for you, for us," he whispered back, his lips brushing her earlobe.

His hands parted her legs, lifting her dress above her thighs, leaving them entirely exposed to their gazes.

The back of his fingers brushed against her exposed, fair thighs as he whispered again, "You have beautiful legs, Oriana."

Though aroused, she found her position absurd and tried to lower her legs, but he warned, "Don’t." Though a whisper, his voice carried authority, "Or you won’t get what you want." As he spoke, his hand made its way between her thighs, causing her to freeze once more.

She forgot about her legs being exposed in an unsightly way in the broad daylight and inside the moving carriage which was riding on the roads of capitals full of people.

His other hand pulled her already loosened dress below her shoulder, planting a gentle kiss on it, as if appreciating her obedience. His hand between her thighs resumed its work as he spoke, "Making you wait any longer would be a sin."

His fingers slipped inside her once more, making her squirm with pleasure. Her back pressed hard against his chest as her head tilted back to rest on his shoulder.

She realized he was right about this position. It was more comfortable. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, she made a mental note- to obey him when he asked her to do something.

While his fingers continued their relentless rhythm, his free hand gently turned her face to the side so he could kiss her, his own breathing ragged as he watched her in this aroused state. Her moans were muffled by the kiss, and his hand slipped from her face to her mounds, still covered by her dress. His large hand worked on them, adding to the pleasure she was already experiencing.

Her hand moved back to hold him closer for the kiss, while her other hand clutched his palm as it pleased her bosom. The carriage was filled with muffled erotic sounds, the atmosphere growing hotter despite the winter chill outside.

Soon, her body trembled violently as waves of intense pleasure engulfed her entirely, his name leaving her mouth like a sweet chant. Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes, letting herself drown in the overwhelming sensations.

Arlan allowed her to calm down, dipping his head into the crook of her neck and peppering gentle kisses on her moist skin. He inhaled her scent, which always seemed more intense whenever they were intimate.

Once her breathing had almost calmed and she allowed her body to rest against his, she heard him say, "Do not even think about sleeping."

She snapped back to her senses. "I wasn’t. I was just resting a little."

"Am I a mattress?"