The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 104: Under The Moonlit Garden

Chapter 104: Under The Moonlit Garden

Rama took the same route through the labyrinthine passage as he did, but he was immediately lost to sight, leaving her to wander aimlessly down the dark path.

As she scurried down the passageway, she looked back constantly, having an inner turmoil between going back and having a normal night or getting weaved into the web of Draco’s dark intents.

She comforted herself with the thought that she was only going after him in curiosity on why he was trying to sabotage her wedding, but her heart yearned for a darkness she reviled.

As she delved deeper, her intuition pricked her as a sense of foreboding lingered in the air, the dim torches flickered uncontrollably as she sensed an otherworldly dark presence emitted from beyond the darkness, but when she narrowed her eyes, it was a dead end, yet she felt a malevolent entity beyond it.

The presence differed from Draco’s which made her even more unnerved on what the unfamiliar presence was. A creaking sound made her jump with a yelp, her head whipped to where the sound came from and she saw a door, one she hadn’t noticed before as it hid behind the shadows of the flickering torches.

The door creaked open, enough for her to catch sight of an eerie yet ethereal garden with the moonlight pooling over tall trees, stretching over it’s silvery glow to bask the garden.

The door was a secret passageway leading to the exterior of the castle which ultimately led to the dark forest.

The exotic, dark flowers unfurled their petals over a shimmering pool, the species differed from the flowers in the castle grounds which left her in wonder at the secret garden.

Fascinated by the ethereal garden, she approached it, but then she abruptly halted when she felt a gust of wind blow past her, emanating from the corridors.

Her heart raced as her gaze fixated on the darkness in anticipation of the worst. She slowly took her dagger out, as she always carried it along. Her slender fingers curled around the jeweled hilt of the dagger, her lips slightly parted with shaky gasps erupting from it.

As the darkness intensified, her breath hitched, for she knew that the castle held dark ancient secrets and undoubtedly malevolent forces. Although she had never thought she would encounter any, at that moment, she could only expect the worst to occur.

Even though she could see nothing, the malevolent entity she felt was enough to keep her on her toes as she became heedful and cautious.

A strong arm suddenly grabbed her, pulling her through the door in a pace she could barely detect and then she felt the coldness of the brick wall against her back. Before she could carefully process on what or who had dragged her, a scream erupted from her lips but a large palm immediately flew to her mouth before the wind could hear it.

Her heart raced with a loud thud against her ribcage in trepidation and shock as her eyes met the red hot ones of Draco as he towered above her. After she had regained her composure, he withdrew his hand from her mouth and ever slowly, took off her mask.

"You look..." He trailed off as his smoldering red hot eyes flikered over her in a sensual manner, while the wind filled the blank with a sinful compliment.

She gulped hard, her limbs froze and her ability to speak was lost for a short moment as she recognized that untamed, salacious hunger burning in his crimson ember eyes.

"W-What are you doing?" She stuttered, her voice barely audible to the wind.

Her brows creased in frustration at how easily he made her lose her composure and self control.

"I should be asking you that. Why aren’t you with your future husband?" He queried mockingly, the edge of his lips curved up in a sarcastic smirk.

"Whatever you’re trying to do, please stop." She said firmly, her chest heaving heavily.

His countenance was blank for a second and the next, he switched as a maniacal laughter rolled off his lips. Oddly, his revealed fangs stirred his dark beauty as it poked out through his split red lips.

The laughter broke and then his lips released a soft sigh as he looked at her with tilted head, his tongue running over his fangs like a predator about to devour his prey.

"I’m not doing anything, feisty princess, I think you’re overreacting and the fact that I let you go, shouldn’t you be grateful instead?" He queried with one raised brow.

"Then why can’t you leave me alone? Why are you coming after me and.." She trailed off, eyes darting back and forth the vicinity cautiously in case of prying eyes and ears.

"And what?" He queried.

"You know what you’re doing. Why are you obsessed with me?" She spouted out in between gritted teeth.

"Obsessed? You willingly came to me, did you not? You accepted my touch without complaints, rather you moaned shamelessly to the touch of your presumed rival." He breathed out with a dark glint flickering over his red hot eyes to reveal his true nature.

Rama was left speechless by the accusation, one she couldn’t deny against.

"You remember I promised you that you would give yourself to me willingly?" He started out, his cold baritone voice floating with the wind to whisk into her ears.

Her throat tightened as she remembered his sinister promise, he had been so confident and truthfully, she was already falling into the irresistible temptation of his sinful touch and slowly getting engulfed by his dark world.

"Why are you doing all this then? You’re obviously obsessed with me, that’s why you’re trying to seduce me in other to sabotage my wedding." She remarked.

"I wouldn’t call it obsession, you’re my possession, Rama." He said in a low, sultry whisper as he leaned in on her.

Her breath hitched at his words and her heart picked up its pace as fast as before.

"I’m not your possession." She cried out in frustration, panting heavily.

"Yes, you are!" He growled, his voice thundered as it echoed in the forest. The wind rippled with the intensity of his commanding voice, one that elicited possession and authority.

As soon as the words rolled off his lips, he slammed his lips on hers, taking her with a fiery hunger that burned her lips. She froze at his untamed bestial behaviour as he claimed her as his with a burning kiss.

She tried to push him off as he trapped her in his burning kiss between his towering figure and the wall, but he wouldn’t budge, not even in the slightest.

Under the moonlit garden, their fates collided in a charged encounter. The vampire king’s fingers, cool as the night itself, graze her flushed cheek, igniting a shiver that coursed down her spine.

His lips, a beguiling blend of velvet and danger, meet hers with a hunger that spoke of centuries-long desire.

The taste of forbidden passion lingered in the air, as their breath mingles, a dance of warmth and coolness that intertwined.

His grip on her waist tightened possessively, drawing her closer into the embrace of shadows that swirled around them.

Against her will, her resistance melted away like mist before the sun, yielding to a primal magnetism that defied logic. The world faded away as they stood at the precipice of longing, a collision of two souls drawn together by a force they could not deny.

Their lips met in a searing collision, a conflagration of desire that defied reason. At first, her resolve held firm, a valiant effort to resist the Devil’s son’s infernal allure, but the intensity of their kiss ignited a blaze within her that could not be denied.

His mouth was a tantalizing inferno, and as their tongues entwined, it was as if her very soul was consumed by the flames of forbidden passion.

She fought against the pull, her breath hitching with each fiery exchange, but the Draco’s kiss was an enchantment she could no longer withstand.

In that scorching embrace, she surrendered to the desirous taste of his luscious lips, her willpower vanquished by the overwhelming temptation of their fervent kiss.

The taste of his sensual lips and his spicy scent intoxicated her senses, leaving her mindless and senseless in his enthralling embrace as she fell into a haze of his dark charms.

As he took her into his deadly, yet warm embrace, she found solace in his hold, it was as though unspoken words were exchanged from his lips, promising knowledge of forbidden secrets, unimaginable powers and pleasure beyond her imagination if she were to become his.

His touch and kiss was like a hypnotic persuasion, one she couldn’t resist no matter how hard she tried. It felt as if he was immune to the barriers she had built, her willpower was useless against him.

The world around them faded into insignificance as they were engulfed in the incendiary inferno of their longing and dark desires, while she succumbed to the devil’s son’s temptation, one that would either lead her to damnation or salvation.