The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690: Mate...Mine...

His red eyes darkened with primal desire as he took in the sight of her after her release, her body flushed and radiant, just the way he preferred. Still buried deep inside her, he freed her hands and grasped one of her beautiful legs. Planting kisses along her ankle, he trailed soft bites up her calf, savoring the way her body trembled as she calmed from the intensity of her climax.

When she returned to her senses, Oriana met his gaze, her breath coming in heavy pants. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange of lust and longing. He leaned down, bringing his face closer to hers, letting her heated breaths wash over his skin. His red eyes focused intently on her gasping lips before he captured them in another searing kiss.

Though she had found her release, the lustful demoness within her was far from satisfied. With her hands finally free, she slid them down the burning expanse of his back, her nails raking against his skin as she pulled him deeper into the kiss.

Still inside her, he parted her legs wide, allowing him to move without restraint. He began to thrust, each powerful movement drawing louder cries and moans from Oriana, pushing them both closer to the edge of madness.

The intensity of his movements sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, her nails digging into his shoulders as she urged him on, demanding more—deeper, harder.

Their bodies moved in a frantic rhythm, a dance of feral instincts and overwhelming need. The room filled with the sounds of their passion—moans, growls, and the primal slap of skin against skin.

His hands roamed over her body, lifting her hips slightly to change the angle, driving even deeper into her. Oriana responded with a cry of pleasure, arching her back, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. The shift in position sent waves of ecstasy through them both, intensifying their connection.

But it wasn’t enough for him; the animalistic instincts within him demanded total control, to dominate her completely, leaving her utterly helpless beneath his power. With a wild growl, the beast moved back and, with a swift motion, flipped Oriana onto her stomach. He pulled her back harshly, positioning her on her hands and knees as if she were nothing more than a toy in his grasp.

His hands gathered her long hair, wrapping it around his palm to secure his hold. He let out a guttural growl of satisfaction as he thrust into her once more, his free hand gripping her waist with a firm, unyielding hold.

Oriana moaned in delight, her voice a clear signal of how much she loved the roughness he was giving her. Her hands gripped the ornate headboard as he pounded into her with relentless force, not an ounce of gentleness in his movements. If she were an ordinary human, her body would have shattered under the intensity of his assault.

Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, with unrestrained passion, feeling the chamber once more with all the erotic sounds they made, the entire room seemed to be heated up with unrestrained desires of a beast and his demoness.

He could feel her walls tightening around him, her body quivering as another climax approached, but he knew this was the moment to complete their bond, to connect their souls for eternity by marking her once more.