The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 199

Under the burden of Draven’s intense gaze, the poor girl continued to button his shirt, and as she finally reached the third button–

“Have you thought of the answers to the questions I gave you?”

–Draven said something to tip the fragile balance maintained by her highly-sensitive nerves.

Hearing his dignified voice ask that, her already unsteady hand shook so much, that she could barely hold the button.

‘Ahh! Why is he bringing that up now? I’m recalling things I don’t want to remember!’ _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

Ember stopped what she was doing with an awkward face. She didn’t want to answer him and fervently wished for Erlos to return so she could run away from this man.

Her mate had made her flustered to the point she forgot her original purpose for coming–that she was here to apologize to him for what happened between her and Morpheus.

“Have you?”

With his gaze staring at her fidgeting form, he asked again, knowing she had completely understood the reason behind his questions.

“I…I have, Your Majesty…”

Though he would have preferred if she raised her head, Ember kept her head down, and thus he was unable to see her expression. However, he caught the shaking of her hands still holding onto his shirt.

“What did you find?” he continued to prod, but that only made her feel more embarrassed. She didn’t want to think about those answers as shameful images were flooding her mind, prompted not only by the intimacy she had with Draven, but also by the vivid wild images portrayed from reading those human romance books.

“C-Can I not say it?” she asked in a small, hopeful voice.

Draven didn’t understand why she was trying to dodge the issue. “Is there something to not talk about?”

“…It’s embarrassing,” Ember admitted, but this only made Draven frown.

“Then how would I know if you understood or not? I already told you we can’t consummate our bond unless you know what you want.”

Draven felt a strange uncomfortable sensation at her hesitation. He really could not understand why she was like this, unless…

“Don’t you want to complete our bond?”

For some odd reason, Ember felt something hot brimming at the corners of her eyes. But she hurried to blink back the tears threatening to spill. She didn’t want to cry.

Still, she was conflicted whether she should say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to his question.

Before, she had naively said she wanted to consummate the bond, but at that time, she didn’t know what it exactly meant, but now as she knows, she could not help but hesitate. Embarrassed? Yes, she was, but it was more complicated than that. She was nervous and unprepared and scared, but also curious and somewhat eager to give in to what her body was demanding.

Was it wrong to feel conflicted?