The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 117

Ember reluctantly raised her head and saw his black-gloved hand in front of her. She accepted it without saying a word. He helped her get up, but even before she could stand steady on her feet, her feet were up in the air–she was in his arms.

This time, her small face turned red once more but for reasons she couldn’t understand.

Was it fear, or something else?

She didn’t resist his actions and quietly let him carry her. Without her noticing, she wrapped her arms around his neck as if it was the most natural thing to do, causing him to flinch before resuming his usual cold face. When she looked at his handsome face, it was without any emotions, making it difficult for anyone to guess what he was thinking.

‘Is he disappointed that I am so clumsy? Does he think I’m a bother since he always needs to help me?’ she worried, but then her thoughts were distracted by the masculine scent coming from him. She could not help but take a deep breath. ‘Why does he smell so good? It makes me want to get close to him. It makes me feel calm and comforted…’

The embarrassment she had inside had vanished as she continued to stare at his chiseled face while his gaze was fixed ahead. He carried her inside one of the nearby pavilions and made her sit on the stone platform inside it while he kneeled in front of her.

His red eyes met her green ones.

“Where are you hurt?”

His voice was firm and devoid of any emotion, and his red eyes were the same. Usually, a normal person would have replied promptly, probably with a stutter, but his little mate simply stared at him, not answering his question.

‘So bold,’ Draven frowned and moved his face closer to hers. “Are you ignoring the King’s question, human?”

Only then did she snap back to her senses and backed her face away from him. “Ah? I didn’t mean to, Your Majesty…Apologies–”

“Where are you hurt?” he asked, increasing the distance between them as well when he realized he had subconsciously come too close. During her second fall, he had already noticed something was wrong that was why he didn’t hesitate to carry her in his arms.

“Umm, I am not hurt. I just scratched my knees a little, but I can walk, Your Majesty. I apologize for bothering you. I will go back to my chamber–”

Her words were cut off as Draven moved her skirt up till her knee to check.

“No, Your Majesty!” she cried out in a fluster. “It-It really doesn’t hurt much!”

She held her skirt down, pressing the fabric back to cover her legs.

Her reaction caused the King to scowl, and as his red eyes silently stared into her emerald green ones, she remembered a horrible memory–before the first council meeting, this scary red-eyed man entered her house and tore all of her clothes when she didn’t comply with his orders.

‘Oh no, is he angry? Will he punish me–‘

Ember was distressed by the situation, but she didn’t know the man in front of her was struggling more than her. Due to the bond, everything about Ember–from her smallest actions to the faintest changes in her emotions–would cause severe impact to her more sensitive dragon mate. From his instinctive urges to his worries and his anger, they would all be enhanced when it came to her.

How much was he affected by her scent alone? Being this close was sweet torture to him. It was as if every fiber of his being had come alive, and it was difficult to hold himself back from not giving into that seductive scent coming from his mate. All he could do was distract that urge by focusing on his worry about her wellbeing, or else he would have pounced on her like a wild animal.

That heavy silent stare from him made her gulp, and she resigned herself to letting go of her skirt.

Since she did what he wanted, he turned his attention towards her knees. With her burn scars almost all healed, Draven could see the fair delicate skin of her legs that was hidden under her. She was wearing white stockings, but due to her repeated fall, they were ripped along her skirt.Both of her knees were scratched and bruised, but they were fortunately not bleeding.

‘It’s dirty,’ he thought.

Draven removed the glove from one of his hands and tried to brush away the crumbs of dirt from her bruised knees, only to hear her let out a whine despite touching her as gently as he could. He realized it was not bad and let go of her dress.

When the King was observing her knees, Ember’s gaze landed on his black hair being messed up by the passing breeze. Pitch black hair that seemed silky soft to touch, and she was tempted to reach out and test if those silky strands were as soft as they looked..

“I…” She didn’t know how to explain why her fingers were mere inches away from his face and was about to pull her hand back when Draven held it to stop her. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}