The Devil's Betrothed
Chapter 631: Erin’s Declaration

Chapter 631: Erin’s Declaration

The bedchamber was filled with an aura of warmth and intimacy. Oriana lay on the bed, her hands tied to the headboard, a blindfold covering her eyes, heightening her other senses.

Arlan knelt beside her, his touch tender and reverent. He traced his fingers lightly over her skin, starting from her wrists and moving down her arms. The delicate touch sent shivers through her, and she sighed softly, her breath hitching with anticipation.

"How does that feel?" Arlan whispered, his voice low and soothing.

"Scary," Oriana replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Arlan leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her collarbone, his lips soft and warm against her skin. He moved slowly, planting kisses along her neck, savoring each moment. Oriana’s pulse quickened, and she bit her lip, the sensation overwhelming in the most delightful way.

With careful attention, Arlan continued to explore her body, his hands and lips never straying far from her skin. He knew exactly where to touch to elicit the sweetest sounds from her. His fingers danced along her sides, tracing the curves of her body, while his lips lingered on the sensitive spots he knew she loved.

Oriana’s world had shrunk to the sensations Arlan was creating. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. The silk scarves around her wrists and the blindfold over her eyes only served to heighten the experience, making her acutely aware of every sensation.

Arlan paused for a moment, his breath warm against her ear. "You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Even more beautiful when you are like this."

A blush spread across Oriana’s cheeks at his words, but the next moment, her lips let out a soft cry as Arlan bit her earlobe. His hands moved lower, his touch still gentle but with growing intensity. He trailed his fingers down her stomach, and further down, but stopped. Oriana’s breath caught, and she arched her back slightly, eager for more.

"Tell me what you want," Arlan said softly, his lips brushing against her parted ones.

"I want you," Oriana replied, her voice trembling with desire.

Arlan smiled, his heart swelling with love for her. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, his hands continuing their tender exploration. He took his time, savoring every moment, every sound she made, every shiver of pleasure that coursed through her.

Oriana didn’t realize the impact her words would have on him, and she soon found herself tormented by the desires he was igniting within her, making her lose the track of time whether it was a day of a night.

The chamber filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure. The blindfold was gone, her hands were free, and the candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies.

They held each other close, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. This moment, this intimacy, was a precious gift they would always cherish and never have enough of. A Dragon and a Demoness, perfectly made for each other.

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The next day at Ahrens.

Erin had her morning meal and prepared to step out of the mansion. Suddenly, she felt an emptiness inside, as if there was nothing exciting to do. The past few weeks had been filled with the intrigue of keeping an eye on someone suspicious, giving her a sense of purpose. But now, she was left with the mundane tasks of a pampered young noblewoman, which never interested her.

"My Lady, I heard what the Crown Prince and Princess declared in the royal court yesterday. Everyone is talking about it," Bree commented.

"So?" Erin asked as she descended the stairs to the foyer of her residence.

"That means no other woman would be able to marry the Crown Prince, and here I was thinking my Lady would marry into the royal family," Bree said.

Erin chuckled. "You’re making me laugh. What made you think that, Bree?"

"My Lady has all the qualities to stand by the Prince’s side," Bree replied, continuing to follow her.

Erin stopped in the foyer before stepping out of the main door. She turned to look at her servant. "Bree, if you think I would have married the Crown Prince, then you truly do not understand me."

Bree immediately lowered her head, realizing she had misspoken. "Apologies, my Lady. I was just—"

"Bree, remember one thing," Erin began as she declared, "I would rather marry a poor man and be the queen of his small hut than marry a rich man and be his second wife, a pretty toy meant to be neglected, who no one truly values. My father knows this well, which is why, unlike other noble families, he has never raised the topic of my marriage into a royal family. He has always been clear with the King regarding this."

"Understood, my Lady," Bree replied.

Erin turned and finally stepped out of the door, only to find someone unexpected standing there, in his usual place. ’What is he doing here? Did he hear what I said to Bree? Well, it doesn’t matter.’

She took a step forward and stood in front of him. "What are you doing here, Lord Rainier?"

"This is the last day of my work as Lady Erin’s bodyguard," he replied, maintaining the same demeanour as before.

Even though his identity had changed, he hadn’t. Not only was his behaviour the same, but he was also wearing the same clothes meant for a bodyguard.

"You are no longer my bodyguard, Lord Rainier. I have already committed the sin of lowering a distinguished lord like yourself to the status of a mere bodyguard," she countered, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"I do not believe in status. I only know that I should be committed to my work," he replied with determination. "Since I have already taken the salary, I shall fulfill my responsibility."

"It’s nothing much. You don’t have to go through any trouble for that small amount. Please return to your place," she said, turning to leave.

"I do not like to owe anyone," he spoke, making her halt in her tracks.