The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 125: Uncanny Night

Chapter 125: Uncanny Night

It was a long tiring night for Rama, it took unprecedented turns and twists, one she never would have anticipated, too many unparalleled events had transpired, plus the dreary encounter she had with the devil.

She could never forget the feeling of fear he spurred within her, she had felt the murky cold hands of death clamming her skin, the acrid tang of dread coating her tongue and the burning intensity of his golden eyes haunted her memory.

His precarious warnings and underlying threats left her in a state of disorientation and uneasiness, anxiety rocked over her body like a storm threatening to overwhelm her, but oddly, Draco’s warm embrace made her senses numb.

In the soothing embrace of Draco, her eyes shut close as she snuggled closer into his warm embrace and soon, she succumbed into slumber.

A new dawn arose, the sunlight filtered through the enclosure of the velvet curtains as birds chirped quietly outside. Draco’s gaze narrowed to her sleeping face, serene and quiet, a stark contrast to the fierce glares and her spiteful nature.

She had tossed and turned in his arms a few times, but it was the most tranquil sleep he had ever had, for the first time in his entire existence, he had succumbed into slumber, in her wistful embrace.

Her midnight black hair sprawled on the cushion and his chest as she snuggled near. Bringing his hand to her face, he traced her cheeks with a light caress, feeling the softness of her porcelain skin beneath his fingertips, flushed with a natural hint of rosiness.

Oddly but not oddly, he wanted to see her jade eyes, but her eyes were closed with her long lashes resting on her upper cheek. Those striking eyes of hers, finest of jades, always stirred a sensation within him, deep and enchanting, they always held a blend of mystique and charisma.

His fingers trailed lower to her slightly parted rosy lips, like a snake crawling on smooth marble floor, he stroked her lips with a delicate caress, the lusciousness of her plump lips made him salivate as he yearned to kiss her, but he quickly withdrew his hands noticing how fast she made him lose control of his self.

He stared at her for a moment, thoughts running through his head like a tempestous storm for a split second. He knew the perils that awaited them, the malevolent forces that would seek to destroy his newfound weakness, but his willpower to stand as her shield burned within him like a fortress forged from indestructible steel.

His crimson eyes, reminiscent of his infernal lineage retained a fiery intensity that matched the intensity of his burning prowess.

Rama groaned softly as her eyes fluttered open, only to wake up to twin orbs of crimson eyes staring right into hers. Realizing she was snuggled up in his arms, she released herself from his hold with a gasp as she sat up straight, tucking stray strands of hair behind her ear.

"Why are you staring at me while I’m asleep? It’s creepy." She mouthed beneath her breath as she stole a peek at him with creased brows.

"There’s nothing creepy about staring at my wife while she sleeps." He said nonchalantly as he sprouts up on his feet, standing straight to his full height as he stared down at her on the bed, his dark siren eyes smoldering.

She watched him as he grasped a bottle from the small table, pouring liquor from it into a glass. She wanted to tear her gaze off him but lust was at it’s peak as she stared at the perfect man standing before her, his presence dominating everything else.

He was a testament to perfection, a masterpiece of sculpted masculinity that seemed chiseled from the purest marble. His chest, broad and powerful, rose and fell with each breath, like a majestic mountain range adorned with a dusting of moonlight. His shoulders, strong and defined, formed a formidable frame that spoke of both strength and regal grace.

But it were his arms that truly commanded attention. Muscular and sinewy, they rippled with power as he moved. His biceps, carved like the finest statues, flexed with every subtle motion, invoking the image of coiled serpents ready to strike.

Veins, like ancient rivers, trace delicate patterns across his forearms, emphasizing the potency that laid within.

As he gestured or reached out, his muscles danced beneath his pale skin, their tautness a testament to the supernatural strength that coursed through his immortal frame. It was a mesmerizing display of power and elegance, a living embodiment of the vampire king’s formidable presence.

"Rama?" He called out at the lost, almost drooling girl.

She instantaneously tore her gaze away from his sinful yet alluring figure, heat rising in her cheeks from embarrassment as she realized how dazed she had been, lust gnawing at the pit of her stomach.

"What is it?" She almost stuttered, but she quickly regained her composure before she lost it.

"Don’t tell me you’re aroused so early in the morning, if I were to fuck you right now you wouldn’t be able to walk to the dining hall for breakfast." His husky voice bellowed with a seductive pull that ensnared her senses, leaving her to gape with speechlessness both at his shameless and unfiltered word.

Unable to spew any more word, she clambered out of the bed, mortification washed down on her when she realized she was only in the stupid flimsy dress, frantically she clad the thick robe over her body as she saw his gaze scrutinize her body with obvious lustful desires.

"I’ll leave to my chambers now." She said with a small voice as she proceeded to walk past him to the door.

Arms as strong as steel yet gentle to the touch grabbed her for her to face him, making her halt abruptly as a yelp escaped her lips.

"Trying to run away from me feisty princess?" He said in a low growl, a lopsided smirk curving the edge of his lips up as he spoke.

"I’m only going to my chamber, you make me...uncomfortable." She stuttered as he leaned down to her level, his silky ink hair brushing over her bare shoulders and arms.

"We should have fucked last night, don’t act so naive, you want it too, so why do you resist love?" He remarked, his gaze burning into hers.

"I don’t think I can bring myself to bed the man who destroyed my kingdom and slaughtered thousands of my people, so no matter how allured I am, I’ll keep resisting till the end." She started out in a fierce tone, eyes as sharp as daggers cutting through thin air.

"You keep expecting me to act like a fucking angel, when you very well know I’m the devil’s son, so why do you keep expecting even the faintest flicker of light from me? Yes I destroyed your kingdom and slaughtered your people, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the gory things I’ve done in the past. I will never change Rama, you claim you hate me but still yet you bonded your soul to me, how ironic." Each syllable dripped with a hint of darkness, no remorse or guilt reflecting in his crimson gaze. He spoke neutrally, as if his words weighed lightly.

Yet, he was right, he was an otherworldly entity born of darkness itself, birthed from the devil, so what light was there to radiate in his dark world? None and yes, bitterly, he was right about her willingly bonding herself to him in every way, she had accepted his darkness, reveled in it and was drawn to it.

"You’re right, but can I have just a moment alone in my chamber? I won’t do anything stupid." She pleaded with doe eyes, hoping to melt his resolve, but only a sarcastic scoff was emitted from his lips.

"My sweet feisty princess." He drawled with a soft tone as he stroked her hair delicately.

"You’re not permitted to leave, you stay in this chamber and this chamber only." He stated out with a regal air of authority, his eyes hard.

"Why not? I just want to have a space f my own to breath and process everything after the uncanny night I had, I deserve it." She argued relentlessly.

"You’ll breath longer with me by your side I assure you." He said with a serious yet somewhat mischievous look.

Visibly, she rolled her eyes with a glare.

"It only makes me want to punish you now, but I’ll let it pass since it’s our first day as a married couple." He said, but she could feel his grip pushing her closer for her to feel the hard layers of muscles beneath her delicate frame.

Her hands rested on his hard, taut chest, as their eyes bored into each other’s with sinful temptation mirroring into their reflecting gazes.

Lust and erotic desires sparked in the air like a lascivious friction spurred by their irresistible bond.