The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 125

“What are you doing here?”

Her entire body froze.

Thud!

The leather-bound book in her hand fell down with a heavy sound as she whipped around to see a tall person standing behind her. The moment the red-eyed man in his black night robe came into her sight–

Thud!

She felt like her heart leaped to her throat and stepped back in hurry, only for her back to collide with the shelf behind her. This made the shelf tilt and the books above her head fall on her–

‘Oh no!’ she panicked, her arms subconsciously covering her head, but seconds passed by without anything hitting her. All those books stopped in the air before they reached her and moved up on their own to get back into their respective places.

While all of these were happening, Draven’s gaze was on his flustered and scared little mate who was watching the floating books return to the shelves on their own.

After the last of those books were settled, Draven stepped closer to her, causing her to wish she could pass through the bookshelf behind her, and perhaps the stone wall, so she could escape from this shameful situation. She was so scared and embarrassed she didn’t know what to do._.

Once again, the King had caught her sneaking in a place she shouldn’t be in.

“Y-Your Majesty…”

She stopped once Draven lowered his head for their gazes to meet on the same level. Still, his body loomed over her cowering form, his gaze seemingly burning her as he leaned his face closer to hers. His arms were caging her in, both hands resting on the bookshelf behind her. She was trapped with no escape.

His low, dignified voice brought a shiver to her body.

“Weren’t you asked to stay in your chamber?”

If his personal servant was here, the observant elf would have noticed that his master was on the verge of losing his sanity. Taut veins were showing on the knuckles of his fists and neck as if he was trying to hold back himself, but he was losing the battle. The grip of his fingers on the bookshelf were tightening with each passing second, and the wood was letting out a crunching sound as if it would crumble into pieces soon.

He had barely slept a wink last night, and even today, he had been exhausted just keeping his sanity in check, battling his urges that were making him go crazy due to his little mate.

Despite trying all means, he could not stop smelling her scent, though that incense from Leeora eased him somehow. As long as Draven stayed in his study–which was one of the rooms farthest from Ember’s chamber–and as long as the incense was burning right beside him, he found her scent bearable. Still, the incense failed to cover her scent in front of his heightened senses, not when his little mate had invaded his one safe haven.

Ember found herself staring at his eyes, seemingly spellbound. “I just…I wanted a book…”

“Any idea how dangerous it can be for you?” he asked with gritted teeth, not realizing that he had leaned to her so close their hot breaths were almost mingling.

‘His lips…have they always looked this…appealing?’

Ember, who had been wallowing in self-regret, found her eyes wandering to those tempting lips that seemed to be saying something she couldn’t hear.

[0)??? She didn’t know what he had just asked her, and she even forgot what situation she was in.

‘It’s this masculine scent again…like the smell of the forest…with a hint of peppermint…’

With this much closeness, his scent wrapped around her, causing her rationality to flee. She tried to be sane, but her senses were flooded with nothing but wanting more of the source of that comforting scent. She took a deep breath and exhaled through her mouth, her soft lips parting a little.

Draven’s eyes flashed with desire at the movement of her lips, and he witnessed how her gaze travelled from the opened slit of his night robe. He watched as she eyed his chest and then his neck and looked up to meet his gaze with fire that seemingly equalled his own.