The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 693

Chapter 693: Shy Demoness

Arlan decided to speak to her. "It’s a beautiful waterfall, just like how beautiful you are." His hand caressed her cheek, and she moved her face closer to his, as if seeking something more.

He leaned in and whispered against her lips, "I thought I was greedy, but you’re no less. Just made perfectly for me." He captured her lips with his, and she gladly welcomed the kiss. He whispered again, "It’s good that you’re a demoness, or I don’t know how I would have ended up hurting you. Only you can bear me."

After a while, when they reluctantly stopped, Arlan spoke, "You haven’t eaten anything in a long time. I’ll cook something for us, but how about we bathe first?"

In response, she took his hand and led him toward the waterfall, saying nothing, but her actions were anything but dull, clearly showed her intentions.

Arlan had heard her speaking in those memories, so why was she silent now? After waking up, she had called his name, which meant she could clearly talk.

They stepped into the water pooled beneath the waterfall. Arlan led her drag towards the depth of it, deep enough to reach just below their chests, with a gentle shower pouring down on them from above.

As they stood in the water facing each other, Arlan’s hand moved to remove her robe. Once it was off, he pushed it aside and looked at his mate, drenched all over, her long black hair clinging to her wet and shiny skin. He must admit, she must be the most beautiful demoness ever existed.

Those who has painted demons as ugly and dark creatures while describig in the ancient books, would feel ashamed if they ever see Oriana and would burn all those books, accepting their mistake. But even if she was how they had described, his love for her would be the same. Her heart was what he desired than her beauty.

His fingers ran through her hair. "Whether red or black, both suit you well." He shifted his gaze to her red eyes. "Do you prefer it like this now? Your previous appearance was like your mother’s. Don’t you like it anymore?"

Her gaze wavered for a moment, but then she leaned in and kissed him, clearly trying to stop him from speaking further. Arlan didn’t press the issue; if she didn’t want to talk about it, he would respect that, at least for now.

Instead, he asked with a playful tone, "Don’t tell me you used to bathe here in the past when that golden lotus was floating in the water. That Dragon’s soul could see you, you know?"

Arlan almost ended up imagining if he would have memories of Dragon where he would witness her past self taking a leisurely bath under the waterfall.

Esmeray shook her head, letting him know she hadn’t bathed there.

He smiled. "Good, then let me create some memories of my own with you," he said, before claiming her lips once more. His hands roamed around the small of her back, beneath the water, pulling her naked form entirely against him. His breathing grew heavy, his intentions clear.

Esmeray didn’t resist; she surrendered to him easily, showing her own passion toward him. Surrounding of the waterfall echoed with the erotic sounds of the pair of mates being intimate under the waterfall.

After they bathed and dressed, Arlan prepared a meal for both of them while Esmeray went to her pet, who was quietly sitting in her place.

Esmeray lay down with her back resting against Snowflake’s soft, furry side. In response, Snowflake’s fluffy tail gently wrapped around Esmeray’s stomach. She caressed the soft tail with her hands and continued to gaze up at the sky.

Busy cooking, once in a while, Arlan would look at her, wondering what was going on in her mind. He found himself relatable to Seren, who had been facing the same situation for long while dealing with Drayce’s other side which never talked to her. Now he could understand how difficult it must have been for Seren but she found her way out. He hoped he would be able to do the same with Oriana’s other side.

Once the meal was ready, Arlan brought it to her and even prepared something for Snowflake as well. Esmeray ate quietly, and, like Oriana, she seemed to cherish the food.

"Is it similar to what you used to eat here in the demon realm?" Arlan asked, hoping to get her to talk.

She didn’t respond, so he tried again. "I cooked many things; which one did you like the most?"

Esmeray picked up a piece of meat from one of the dishes and held it out to him to feed him. "You liked this one the most?" he asked.

She nodded and fed him.

"Then, I’ll make sure to cook for you often," Arlan said.

As he spoke, he thought, ’At least say something now.’

She’s intentionally avoiding talking. What’s on her mind? But now I know how to get a reaction from her.