The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 126: Aroused

Chapter 126: Aroused

Her legs wobbled underneath her flimsy skirt as he leaned closer to her, his cool red lips almost brushing hers, leaving her in anticipation and desperation for his lips to meet hers.

Their lips finally meet, and a rush of flavors floods their senses. It’s a blend of sweetness and desire, like a ripe fruit kissed by the sun, mingling with the essence of each other’s longing.

Their mouths press together, and their bodies respond in a sensual dance. Warmth transfers from one to the other, igniting a fire of anticipation. His Fingertips explore, tracing the contours of her face, setting their skin ablaze.

A soft, almost imperceptible moan escapes her lips, a melody of pleasure that harmonizes with her racing hearts. The world around them fades as their breaths sync in an intimate rhythm.

His spicy scent envelops her senses, a unique fragrance of passion and intimacy that intensifies with each passing second. It’s a heady, irresistible aroma, drawing them further into the embrace.

Eyes close in blissful surrender, shutting out the outside world as she relished in the luscious taste of his sinful lips.

She felt his hot fingers tracing her curves, like a tantalizing caress, a dance of electricity that sent a symphony of sensations cascading through her body. When his fingers graze her skin, it’s as if they carry the very essence of desire itself, igniting a fire that burns with an intensity only he can quell.

As she drowned in his kisses, she felt his hand creeping underneath her frail wear, a moan escaped her lips as his hot fingers grazed against her cool flesh, his hand groping her thighs while his kisses deepened.

His touch was both feather-light and possessively firm, a paradoxical blend of tenderness and dominance. With each stroke, he left a trail of tingling sensations, like the delicate brush of silk against her flesh. It was a touch that awakened every nerve ending, setting her senses ablaze with a hunger that can only be sated by him.

As their bodies entwine, his hands explored with a knowing precision, tracing every curve and contour, igniting a craving that knows no bounds.

She could no longer feel her feet touching the floor, at first she thought she was already foating in a cloud of pleasure, until she felt the silky sheets beneath her and then the devil’s son hovering above her with the air of a predator as his smoldering gaze mirrored hers.

She pouted her lips in expectation of his kiss as he leaned down on her, but instead he planted hot kisses on her neck, a symphony that ignited the nerves and set her skin ablaze.

It’s a dance of sensations that began with a gentle caress, tracing the contours of her body with a feather-light kiss, teasing her senses with a promise of intimacy yet to come.

Satisfying her intrusive thoughts and lecherous desires, she caressed his sinewy arms, tracing her delicate fingers against his veiny muscular arms that seemed to ripple with an otherworldly vigor, a stark contrast to her delicate frame.

Using her hands, she explored his flawless body covered in sheets of muscles, every touch burning with an intense desire as ragged breaths escaped her lips. Her hands traced lower to his carved abs surfacing his abdomen, feeling the rock hardness of his sculpted muscles.

His kisses trailed lower to the swell of her breast peeking beneath the flimsy dress. Cupping one of her twin peaks in his firm hands, he fondled it firmly while he took the nipple of the other twin in his mouth, soaking the fabric wet as he sucked on her nipple.

The touch was warm, carrying the heat of desire like a hidden ember beneath the surface. Fingers, soft and skilled, navigate the landscape of her skin as his hands crawl beneath her dress, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

She was soaking wet between her legs, as she yearned for his touch desperately, inwardly pleading for him to touch her there, for him to sate the unquenched desire he elicited within her.

As if he heard her inner pleas, she felt his warm hands cupping her wet entrance, his fingers teasing her as he stroked her wet swollen folds.

Moans erupted from her lips as he flicked his fingers against her clitoris at an intensifying pace, each stroke sending her into a wave of nerve electrifying sensations.

As it deepened, his touch became electric, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. It was a sensation that tingled, like the delicate brush of silk against bare flesh.

He could feel his bulge rise underneath his pants, his skin burning with flames of hellish desires to devour her the more he heard her seductive moans sating the air.

Her rosy scent, addictive touch and every single sense emitted from her affected him in a dangerous way, she was like a rare flower, beautiful to the sight, but toxic once you get a taste of it’s nectar or inhale its poisonous fragrance.

As he stared at her face etched with arousal and her lips slightly parted for moans to freely escape through, the tiny string holding his rationality threatened to break and if it did no doubt he would hurt her from his lack of self control when it came to her, his demons would devour her mercilessly, but he wouldn’t dare hurt her, his price of obsession.

Draco, caught in a tumultuous inner struggle, stands at the precipice of his desires. His otherworldly allure, heightened by the fiery intensity of his crimson gaze, masks a battle raging within his very soul.

The demons that reside within him, ancient and insatiable, are provoked by the powerful bond he shared with her, an unbreakable connection that defied reason.

His body trembled with the raw, primal urges that threatened to devour him, like a tempestuous storm churning beneath a deceptively calm surface.

Every fiber of his being ached with longing, yet his willpower was a fortress, unyielding and unwavering. His devotion to her, a burning beacon of the bond they shared, guided him through the darkness.

As he hovered over her, his heart raced with the knowledge that surrendering to his demonic desires would mean her destruction.

But her safety, her well-being, matter more to him than the maddening cravings that clawed at his soul. With iron-clad resolve, he fought the urge to succumb, determined to protect her at any cost, even if it meant enduring an eternity of torment.

In the midst of this internal turmoil, he retained a force strong enough to conquer the darkness that threatened to consume him. His struggle was a testament to the power of their bond, a bond that defied the very essence of his infernal nature.

Lost in her haze of pleasure with a numb mind, unaware of the inner turmoil he was facing, she arched her back as he stroked her wet walls, making his fingers glistening with her love juice. On the verge of ecstasy, he abruptly pulled his fingers out of her wet entrance, leaving her gasping for air and disappointment flashing through her eyes.

Disarray and a whirlwind of lust still mirrored her gaze as she frantically sat up, while meekly covering her legs with a nervous cough. Awkward silence reigned for a split moment before he broke it.

"Let’s take a bath, then we’ll eat breakfast." He suggested.

"Together?" She queried, her voice slightly unstable from the aftermath of the myriad of sensations rocking over her body.

"What?"

"What are we having together? The bath or the breakfast?" She queried.

"Both." He replied, making her eyes widen.

"What? I can’t have a bath with you." She exclaimed, cheeks flushing red.

"You plead for my touch, yet you fret over a little bath, you’re very ironic, Rama." He drawled nonchalantly as he grabbed her arm to pull her up to her feet. His seductive whispers were like a sinister gloved finger, caressing her soul as it drew her closer to the darkness.

"You seduced me! I don’t know how you do it, but it’s hard to resist and not my fault, I wouldn’t have a bath with you if I’m being practical and I certainly wouldn’t have let you touch me if your strange seduction tricks didn’t work on me." She snapped, wiggling her arms in his grip to release herself even though it was effortless.

"Seduce you?" His voice tuned down lower than she would have ever thought possible, it was low but dangerously husky, every air he breath sated with a hypnotizing darkness that ensnared her.

"If I were seducing you feisty princess, you’d be begging on your knees for my dick while I make you cum without even touching you, don’t test me love." He said with an unwavering firmness in his gaze, she gulped at the confidence of his words, the unspoken promises of temptation that lingered within them.

The timbre of his voice was a velvety glove concealing the sharpness of a dagger, promising her untold pleasure beyond her imagination that only he could reveal to her.