The Devil's Betrothed
Chapter 587: Rough And Intense

Chapter 587: Rough And Intense

Arlan had read in the book given to him by Sierra that demons can be particularly lustful on the night of a new moon. As expected, Oriana was feeling the same. He could see her efforts to suppress her urges, but when he was there, it was the last thing he would expect from her. Though a demoness, she was his, and he was to take care of everything she needed.

Arlan moved back, knowing very well how his words had affected her. He intentionally called her "demoness," letting her know there was no need for her to hide anything, that he had accepted her as his Demoness.

Oriana raised her gaze to look at him, her eyes flickering with a raging darkness inside her, letting the lust she felt surface visibly. Her body felt like she would go crazy if she didn’t have him at that very moment.

"Arlan," she whispered in a daze.

"Hmm?"

"I... want... you..." she struggled with her words while trying to keep herself in control.

"I am right here," he replied, holding himself back, his own eyes mirroring her desires.

Her gaze travelled along his neck and chest. Her hands found their way to him on their own, tracing the contours of his muscles and feeling the warmth under her palm.

She mumbled, "I feel like I am going crazy." Her gaze moved up towards his lips, her eyes darkened with the lust she possessed. "I want you to touch me," she spoke, her voice full of need.

Arlan’s hand moved to the back of her head and gripped her hair tightly, his intense gaze boring into hers, with not a trace of gentleness in his actions.

"Kiss me," she spoke, seemingly liking the roughness in his actions.

Arlan lowered his face and captured her lips in a heated kiss, his hand clutching her hair, keeping her steady for his needs, dominating that kiss. He had decided to let her take control, but now she was being boldly demanding, it was impossible for him to hold back.

When he left her breathless, he heard her say while gasping for air, "Not... enough..."

Arlan held her chin, almost pinching her to make her wince. The beast inside him somehow wished to hurt her, to see her in pain; it was weirdly satisfying. "I don’t want to hurt you..."

"But I want you to," she said, her darkened gaze begging him, "hurt me... make me feel it..."

His own gaze darkened with desire. Arlan turned her around and pressed her against the wall. As both of their dark desires surfaced, there was no place for gentleness.

"You are the one to ask for it," he growled, behind his gritted teeth. She was making it impossible for him to hold back and not to hurt her.

"Mhmm," she responded in delight, her body humming in anticipation.

With ripping sounds, her nightdress came off, leaving her stark naked, pressed against the cold wall. The only warmth she felt was coming from his bare torso pressed against her back. His hands held her firmly against the wall, leaving her no place to move.

Before she could understand what was happening, Arlan parted her legs with his knee, and soon she felt a strong intrusion inside the needy place between her legs that made her cry out loudly.

"Ahh..."

In response to the pain, her fingers almost scratched against the stone wall, as if trying to dig into it.

Arlan didn’t bother with it and instead pulled out again and repeated the same, making her cry once more.

"Ahh..."

If this demoness wished him to be rough, he was more than willing to give it to her.

"Want more?" his hoarse voice whispered against her ear.

"Yes," she looked like she was craving pain along with pleasure.

Arlan didn’t stop. Each of his moves and thrusts followed with more aggression and roughness, as if he didn’t care if he broke her. He was letting his own dark desires out, ravaging her without mercy. Her painful cries echoed inside the chamber along with Arlan’s wild beast-like groans, the two naked bodies entangled with each other against the stone wall.

When Oriana finally spent herself with an intense release, Arlan stopped. Her limp body was held between the wall and him as support to stand. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, with the intention of not stopping even if she begged him to.

Placing her on the bed, his naked body hovered over hers, but before he could take full control, her hands pressed firmly against his chest. Her eyes opened to look at him, a strong darkness flashing in them as if a sudden power surged through her, and she pushed him back onto the bed, only to get on top of him.

Though spent just a while ago, the demoness was clearly far from being content. Her gaze stayed on his handsome face, clearly showing she loved the way he looked, just the way she preferred. Her hands pressed against his firm chest, telling him not to move.

Arlan took in her appearance, her long hair cascading along her beautiful face and slender body, falling down towards her waist. Her eyes were full of desire, her demeanour as if she was ready to dominate him and the beast inside him. Nevertheless, he liked it. He had always waited for this day, to be dominated by her and have her take liberties with him.

With her dark gaze fixed on his tempting lips, her fingers moved to trace them. In response, Arlan slightly opened his mouth, gently grabbing the tips of her fingers between his lips.

She seemed to like it. He held her hand and made her two fingers enter his mouth, sucking on them seductively while taking in her reaction. It seemed to arouse her even more, her gaze turning visibly hungry for him once more.

She pulled her hand from his grasp and led his hand to touch her somewhere else, to her chest, letting his large palm cup her mound. She let out a contented moan, urging him to continue.

Arlan wondered, when the next day she would be out of the haze of this demonic lust, she would be utterly embarrassed to remember all this.

She leaned in and gnawed on his lips hungrily, his hands moving along her curves, settling on her soft hips.

She stopped kissing him and whispered against his lips, "I want it."

"You take it yourself," he whispered back, not giving her what she desired.

Her gaze narrowed at him, frustration evident in her eyes. She moved her hand towards his erect manhood, squeezing gently as if to punish him for not obeying her.

"Oriana," he hissed, "behave."

A wicked smirk painted her lips as she saw him like this. She continued to play with him but showed no intention of letting him inside her.

In frustration, he gripped her hips tightly, lifted her slightly, and without care, entered her roughly once more.

She looked content but stopped him from moving, her gaze playful turning lustful once more. Keeping him in place, she moved on her own accord, getting what she desired at the moment. Tendrils of darkness emitted from her body, making her look enticing.

Arlan groaned loudly with the sensation with her taking control and driving him crazy with her moves. This demoness was a sight to behold—the most erotic sight he had ever seen.

Her lustful face, her perfectly curved body, the sweet erotic sounds she made, the way she moved, taking him all in—everything was driving him to the edge.

He gritted his teeth, his nails digging into the soft flesh of her rhythmically moving hips as he was ready to find his own release. Before, when he made her come, it was only about her, and he was sure he could hold back for long until he made her come at least a few more times. But when she took control, he had lost it. This demoness seemed to want him to come inside her.

Her darkened gaze met his, both of them ready to find their own heaven in the next few moments. Impatient now, Arlan held her hips steady and moved himself faster and harder, making both of them feel the intense pleasure they waited for.

The chamber filled with the heavy panting coming from both of them. Her soft body lay on his, her face buried in the crook of his neck, taking in his manly scent.

Arlan, seemingly lost in the content feeling that she could make him feel such intense pleasure by taking control, held her tightly. How much he liked being dominated by her.

After a while, Arlan spoke, "Are you content now?"

Her hand ran along his chest seductively, and she shook her head. It didn’t come as a surprise to him, as this night of the new moon was supposed to be a tireless night of intimacy and pleasure for demons.

He lowered his head and made her look at him. She looked expectant, her eyes seemingly begging him for more as she blinked softly.

The way she looked at him made him wonder, ’Is this fierce demoness acting cute all of a sudden?’

"Do not regret it tomorrow," he warned and flipped her roughly on the bed, ready to spend all of her energy throughout the night.

It was the night to make her view her own chamber from every angle possible. He was going to devour her the entire night in every way possible.

The night continued to pass by, where a beast and a demoness showed no signs of stopping. The entire chamber filled with the darkness emitting from both of their bodies, along with the erotic sounds coming from both of them.