The Devil's Betrothed
Chapter 594: Intimacy In The Carriage

Chapter 594: Intimacy In The Carriage

Arlan led Oriana to the carriage where everyone was already prepared to depart from the Oak palace. Rafal opened the carriage door for them while Arlan faced Imbert, still holding Oriana’s hand. "Did you get the sword?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Imbert replied.

Arlan helped Oriana climb into the carriage and followed her inside. As soon as he settled himself opposite her, he held her hand and pulled her onto his lap with a strong tug.

Startled, she almost screamed, "Arlan..."

"Shh..." he hushed her, pressing a finger to her lips. "Do you want everyone outside to hear you?"

She swallowed hard, sure that everyone had already heard her outburst.

Indeed, her scream from inside the carriage had startled the knights and servants, who exchanged glances.

"Move," Imbert ordered coldly, and everyone resumed their tasks as the Prince’s carriage rolled forward. By now, everyone knew their Prince didn’t care about time or place.

"Let me go," she whispered, trying to free herself from his grip without being overheard.

He held her firmly in place and warned, "Don’t move, unless you want everyone outside to know what we’re doing."

"We are inside a carriage," she relented and muttered, "I want to sit in my place."

"You are sitting in the rightful place. No one but you can sit here, in my lap," his fingers traced the curve of her waist over her dress. "Aren’t you more comfortable, closer to me, like this?"

Oriana gulped. Her mind had been distracted from the dirt in her mind, but now he was bringing her back to thoughts she didn’t want to entertain at this hour. Once more, she felt drawn to him, her heart racing, her body craving his touch.

"What do you want?" she asked, hoping he would let her go before her desire took over again.

"Kiss me," he commanded.

Her eyes widened in shock, "Now?"

"Do I look patient to you?"

"Here, I won’t," she declared, trying to resist her own temptation.

The corner of his lips curved in wicked smirk, "I thought we would extent your punishment for a while by compensating with a kiss, but seems like you are eager to get punished instead."

"Punishment?" she didn’t think she had done something to be punished. "What did I do even?"

"Seems like I need to refresh your memory," his hand moved settle at the side of her bottom and squeezed it softly.

She almost jumped, "What are you...."

"Preparing you to be spanked," he replied, keeping her in a place.

The spanking clearly refreshed her memory from the day when he had asked to choose the number of times she would like to be spanked. She gulped as she looked into his eyes which showed he was serious.

’I thought days passed and my grandpa passed away so he must have forgotten, but he...’

Oriana’s gaze shifted from his eyes to his lips, quickly deciding on she didn’t want to be spanked. She gulped, those lips were tempting, ones she could kiss until her heart’s content.

"Seems like you remember now. But I must say you lost your chance....."

His lips were sealed with hers before he could say more. Her hands pressed against his shoulder, her mouth stopping him from speaking further, but he didn’t respond. She pulled back slightly, her eyes questioning why he didn’t react.

"Make me respond," he challenged, his gaze indicating she was far from meeting his expectations.

Displeased at his lack of responsiveness, Oriana leaned in closer, her lips meeting his once more. She swallowed at the touch of his lips, making her inhale deeply. Slowly her lips parted, moving against his, gently sucking and nibbling.

Resisting himself to not take control over it, Arlan relished her soft lips exploring his. He swallowed hard resisting the urge to yank her off his lap, pin her on the seat she was sitting before and pounce on her.

Instead, he groaned, showing his displeasure. She paused and looked at him, silently questioning what she did wrong now. Not sure about him, but she was entirely enjoying relishing his enticing lips.

Gazing into her questioning eyes intensely, he spoke, "Tongue, Oriana Verner. Have you lost it after using it to spill out beautiful words to mock that father and daughter?" He held her chin in his fingers, pinching it a little to pry her open her lips. "Show me?"

She wanted to yank his hand away and get off of his lap, but she could not as unspoken desires inside her had started to take over her, making her submit to his demands. Desires of her body felt stronger than rebellious thoughts in her mind.

Being a lustful demoness sucks.

She opened her mouth and stuck out the tip of her tongue slightly, enough for him to show the existence of her tongue.

Arlan’s gaze intensified at the sight of that her little tongue. His hand moved to settle at the back of her head, the next moment all they knew were indulging in heated kiss inside that riding carriage, a Dragon who wanted to take control over her, lost it and could not be patient anymore.

Arlan held her closer in firm grip, trying to meld her with his body, his hand making a mess out of her long hair, his mouth hungrily devouring hers, leaving her breathless for all he could care.

Oriana who had already drowned in her desires, kissed him, mirroring his passion, a riding carriage filled with heavy panting and soft muffled moans coming from her.

Not parting away from her lips, Arlan’s hand moved to her legs, slowly lifting her dress, his hands trailed along her thighs and moved between them with the intent. The barrier of clothing in between moved away.

Being Aware of it, Oriana parted her thighs a little to make a space for his hand so it could reach where she desired him the most but....

"We have reached, Your Highness," There came knight’s voice as they had reached Honeysuckle palace.

Arlan halted his hand, pulled away from the kiss and looked at her.

Oriana felt like a bucket of cold water being poured on her, she felt like cursing at the situation, while panting heavily from her ragged breathing.

Arlan observed her flushed and needy face. "Shall we continue the ride?"

With her haze filled eyes, Oriana looked at him, thinking what to answer despite her wanting to scream a loud ’Yes’.

"I will do as you say," he whispered against her moist and swollen lips, urging her to give into her instincts.

"Yes," she replied, her voice laced with need.

"To the Wildridge manor," Arlan ordered, loud enough for the knights to be heard.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The carriage started to roll ahead, this time not being expected to stop anytime sooner as Wildridge manor situated far outside the city.

Arlan’s hand, that was between her thighs, finally moved, his finger tips gently exploring her wet folds, giving her what she desired.

A gasp filled with pleasure left her lips as she clutched onto his shoulder a pair of blue eyes seemingly enjoying the erotic expressions on her face, the expressions that were only meant for him to see.

When they were leaving for the Oak palace, Arlan had clearly seen how she was craving for him, but as they had to head to his parents to attend the guest at meal, he didn’t provoke her desires and held back. But now, there was nothing to stop them, he shall be a good husband and give her what she, her body desired from him.