The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 631

Chapter 631: Erin’s Declaration

The bedchamber was filled with an aura of warmth and intimacy. Oriana lay on the bed, her hands tied to the headboard, a blindfold covering her eyes, heightening her other senses.

Arlan knelt beside her, his touch tender and reverent. He traced his fingers lightly over her skin, starting from her wrists and moving down her arms. The delicate touch sent shivers through her, and she sighed softly, her breath hitching with anticipation.

"How does that feel?" Arlan whispered, his voice low and soothing.

"Scary," Oriana replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Arlan leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her collarbone, his lips soft and warm against her skin. He moved slowly, planting kisses along her neck, savoring each moment. Oriana’s pulse quickened, and she bit her lip, the sensation overwhelming in the most delightful way.

With careful attention, Arlan continued to explore her body, his hands and lips never straying far from her skin. He knew exactly where to touch to elicit the sweetest sounds from her. His fingers danced along her sides, tracing the curves of her body, while his lips lingered on the sensitive spots he knew she loved.

Oriana’s world had shrunk to the sensations Arlan was creating. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. The silk scarves around her wrists and the blindfold over her eyes only served to heighten the experience, making her acutely aware of every sensation.

Arlan paused for a moment, his breath warm against her ear. "You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Even more beautiful when you are like this."

A blush spread across Oriana’s cheeks at his words, but the next moment, her lips let out a soft cry as Arlan bit her earlobe. His hands moved lower, his touch still gentle but with growing intensity. He trailed his fingers down her stomach, and further down, but stopped. Oriana’s breath caught, and she arched her back slightly, eager for more.

"Tell me what you want," Arlan said softly, his lips brushing against her parted ones.

"I want you," Oriana replied, her voice trembling with desire.

Arlan smiled, his heart swelling with love for her. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, his hands continuing their tender exploration. He took his time, savoring every moment, every sound she made, every shiver of pleasure that coursed through her.

Oriana didn’t realize the impact her words would have on him, and she soon found herself tormented by the desires he was igniting within her, making her lose the track of time whether it was a day of a night.

The chamber filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure. The blindfold was gone, her hands were free, and the candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies.

They held each other close, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. This moment, this intimacy, was a precious gift they would always cherish and never have enough of. A Dragon and a Demoness, perfectly made for each other.

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The next day at Ahrens.