The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 689

Chapter 689: Consummating A Bond

Slam!

The door of the bedchamber shut with urgency as the pair of mates entered, locked in a passionate kiss, surrendering to their most carnal desires. A divine beast and a demoness, they were lost in a world where only they existed for each other. The pull of their bond grew stronger with each passing moment, driving them both to the brink of madness, a kind of intoxication they had never experienced before.

Oriana clung to him, her naked legs tightly wrapped around Arlan’s exposed waist, her hands gripping his neck as she hungrily claimed his mouth. Their hot breaths mingled, filling the chamber with the needy sounds of their desire.

Arlan walked steadily toward the bed, holding her firmly as he reciprocated her demanding kiss, trying to maintain enough control to make her comfortable before he claims her to complete the bond. Though she was a powerful demoness, the intensity of the beast within him could overwhelm her if he let it go unchecked.

He carefully placed Oriana on the bed, but she wasn’t willing to let go. Her hands still wrapped around his neck, she pulled him down with her. Arlan found himself lying on top of her, her needy moans echoing in his ears, her body humming with endless need of being touched, as if nothing could satisfy her desires.

He knew she had lost herself to the pull of the bond, and being a demoness, her inherent lustfulness only heightened the intensity. He wondered if she would even remember this night the next morning. He knew, he needed to take control over her to give her what she desired in the best way possible.

Arlan pressed her beneath him on the bed, one hand moving under her head to hold her steady, he deepened the kiss. His heated breath seared against her skin, his tongue danced with hers in a delightfully passionate rhythm, taking full control, intending to leave her satisfyingly breathless.

After a long, intense kiss, Arlan finally let go, leaving Oriana breathless and still yearning for more. Her face was flushed from lack of air, her breathing ragged as her chest heaved with the pressure of her desire. Her dark eyes glared at him disapprovingly for stopping, looking feral, as if she might attack him if she didn’t get what she wanted.

Arlan was surprised by her intensity, but his beast was delighted. This side of her matched his own feral nature.

Oriana lifted her head, trying to capture his lips again. Arlan allowed her to get close, but his intentions were different. Before she could deepen the kiss, he deftly moved her hands, pinning them above her head. He pulled his face back, earning an angry growl from her, her eyes darkening as she struggled to free herself from his grip.

Arlan held her hands firmly, his mismatched eyes—one red, one gold—gazing into hers with a dominance that only a mate could wield.

"Patience, Esmeray," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

At the sound of her true name, Esmeray, her struggle paused for a moment. The darkness in her irises wavered, showing traces of recognition.

Arlan watched as recognition flickered in Esmeray’s—Oriana’s—dark eyes, the ferocity momentarily giving way to something softer, yet no less intense. But that recognition only seemed to heighten her need, her body arching beneath him, desperate for the connection they both craved.

Oriana instinctively leaned in, seeking more of him, but the beast had other plans. His free hand brushed her hair aside, exposing the right side of her neck, where he had marked her. The beast revelled the sight of it. Seeing what kind of mark his mate bore for him was the greatest pleasure for any beast. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}