The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 105: Temptation Of The Devil

Chapter 105: Temptation Of The Devil

She shuddered underneath his burning touch, drowning in the passionate exchange of their kiss. The warmth emanating from his body stirred a desire within her, one she couldn’t fathom. Their encounter was electric, a dance of forbidden desire.

As his fingers brushed against her skin, a shiver coursed through her body, igniting a fervent longing she’d fought to suppress.

His touch was a sultry caress, searing like hot embers against her cool flesh. His hand, strong and confident traced a tantalizing path from her wrist to the curve of her neck, leaving a trail of fire in it’s wake.

He pulled away from her, breaking the kiss abruptly as he left her panting heavily for air after leaving her breathless.

Their eyes locked in a magnetic pull, dark pools of desire meeting defiant resolve. She could see the intensity in his gaze, a smoldering hunger that mirrored her own inner turmoil.

The garden seemed to hush, leaving only the symphony of their breathing. He leaned in on her ear, his voice low and velvety whispered promises of pleasure and danger, a seductive serenade that entwined with her heartbeat.

The air was charged with a sinful tension, a taste of the forbidden fruit that lingered on her lips. As he leaned in, their mouths met in a fevered kiss, a blend of sweet temptation and fiery passion.

The scent of desire hung heavy in the air, like an intoxicating perfume. It was a heady mix of his cologne, leather, and the subtle musk of his dark allure, drawing her deeper into his web.

Despite her strong willpower, her resistance crumbled beneath the infernal allure of the Devil’s son, leaving her ensnared in a web of irresistible temptation.

His tongue skillfully evaded the insides of her mouth, her lips parted in submission for him to fill her insides with the taste of a forbidden fruit.

As she drowned in the sinful taste of his lips, she felt his hand pull her skirt up, the cool midnight breeze brushing against her naked skin that was left open.

Her breath hitched in suspense and fear, but her body couldn’t react to opposition of what he was doing to her, rather she surrendered to his touch. It wasn’t right, but it felt so right.

The cold breeze was immediately replaced by the warmth of his hand on her smooth thighs as he caressed her skin. A pool of hotness and wetness settled between her legs as she shuddered from the electrifying sensations burning through her veins.

With a firm and undetected movement, he yanked the emerald necklace she was wearing and tore it off her neck like a ferocious being.

She yelped in utter shock at his ferocious behaviour, but before she could elicit a reaction, his kisses broke from her lips as he planted hot kisses on her neck, sucking and nibbling beneath the earlobe, while inhaling her intoxicating rosy scent that provoked his demons. Her eyes subconsciously shut close as she relished in the temptation of Draco.

His fangs itched to pierce into her porcelain skin, but the bite marks would be visible, so he suppressed his inner demons and refrained from biting her.

His kisses lowered to the swell of her breast that was spilling out of the dress, he sucked on it till a hint of red flushed over her golden skin.

His fingers, skilled in the art of seduction, traced a path of wicked intent along the soft expanse of her trembling thighs. Each stroke was a command, a declaration of his infernal dominance that sent shivers through her body.

She fought with every ounce of her willpower, her muscles tense, and her jaw clenched, but the Draco’s touch was unrelenting, commanding her surrender.

As his fingertips moved higher, a tremor of desire betrayed her inner turmoil. She gasped, her resistance crumbling like a fragile dam against his insistent caress.

Her eyes, once filled with defiance, now reflected the surrender to the intoxication of his touch. In that moment, she yielded to the temptation, powerless in the grasp of the devil’s son’s dark allure.

His hands caressed against her smooth thighs, stirring an inner turmoil within him as he stroked her thighs. His dick hardened, poking through his pants as it bulged, his jaws clenched as he felt the string of rationality breaking with every second.

No doubt, he would devour her then and there, outside in the garden on the brick wall, her moans would echo in the forest, but he wouldn’t care, so long his insatiable hunger was satisfied, a burning hunger only she could provoke, his feisty princess.

He groped her thighs, eliciting a moan to break through her lips, one she had been stifling, but not for long.

Before she could process all the sensations and dangerous desires he was stirring within her, his hands traveled upward between the expanse of her thighs.

He cupped her wet chambers and before she could fully process her aroused state, his fingers flicked against her wet folds teasingly. Her body shivered in pleasure as he stimulated her wet chambers with his fingers.

A moan escaped her lips in between shaky breaths, her back arched forward as his fingers pulled and pushed into her wet chambers, his fingers thrusting against her wet walls sent a spark of ecstasy coursing through her veins.

He couldn’t hold the insatiable hunger in any longer, his inner demons gnawed at him, her moans provoked him, her rosy scent left him senseless with nothing but burning desires.

He withdrew his fingers glistened with her juice, while she was in the middle of relishing in the pleasurable moment, making a grunt of disapproval roll off her lips.

Her skirt fell down to conceal her legs as he pulled his hand away, she shot her eyes open and it widened larger than saucers when she saw him stripping naked.

Her lower mouth touched the floor as she realized he was on the verge of taking her outside in the garden like a barbarian.

"W-What do you think you’re doing?!" She exclaimed in pure shock, although her voice came out cracked like the splintered woods, since she hadn’t still fully recuperated from their intimate encounter.

His lips suddenly met hers in a hunger she couldn’t fathom as he kissed her wildly while ripping his shirt off. She pulled away from the kiss, heart banging loudly in her ears at his untamed barbaric behaviour.

She could see the reflection of hunger in his burning gaze threatening to consume him, but also a flicker of self control lit up in his crimson ember eyes.

He moved back, a few steps away from her his jaws clenching and his fists curling into a tight fist made it obvious the inner battle he was fighting to control his raging demons.

Her brows creased in wary, yet a whiff of concern flickered past her jade eyes. Still, she stole a sinful glance at his unclothed upper body, a broad hard taut chest graced her eyes with layers of flawless abs covering his torso, his veiny muscular arms made her gulp hard, but she managed to tear her gaze off his body even though she was gaping.

"Are you alright?" She asked, but her voice came out beneath her breath in a low whisper.

He veered around, turning his back away from her. "You should leave." He said in between gritted teeth, his voice coming out in a dark growl.

Her eyes peered into his back with ripples of hard muscles that flexed every time he moved. His long raven black hair danced with the wind, making him look no less than a half naked god of destruction and temptation.

Her mouth opened to speak, but she closed it shut before veering around to leave. She went through the door he had dragged her through and she found her way back into the dark hallways of the castle.

After moving a short distance away from the door leading to the garden, she halted as she leaned weakly against the wall. It was supposed to be wrong with Draco and right with Damien, but rather it felt right with Draco and wrong with Damien.

She was plunged into a twisted fate, one that was concealed with a haze of obscurity, but at that moment, she didn’t want to know what awaited her, as her heart weighed heavily with trepidation.

She pondered on the words of the seers. Maybe, just maybe the seers inauspicious prophecies about her twisted future were linked to Draco.

After all, It all pointed to him, what if he was the king she would be the queen beside? She pondered endlessly as she gasped shakily.

She noticed she had some sort of effect over him, she somehow provoked his inner demons which left her at awe on how and why she was affecting him so much to the point he deftly lost self control.

A stray thought crossed her mind, she could use his obsession over her to control him and gain her vengeance, but there was his father, the devil. He wouldn’t sit idle and watch his son be with a human, after all he stood against his son bonding with a weak human.

She smacked herself inwardly as she shoved the thought aside, it was a ridiculously absurd idea to think of bonding with him. She was only tempted by him, nothing else.

Although, bonding with him came with a lot of great perks, even though she reviled him. She would be invincible being in the shield of the powerful demon and alas, she’d be able to protect Malika, but still she wouldn’t give in to the temptation of the devil.

They were all tempting promises of power, but she wouldn’t cave in, at least her pride wouldn’t let her easily.