The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 128: Dragon Tattoo

Chapter 128: Dragon Tattoo

At that moment as he scrubbed her with delicate pressure, he was a stark contrast to his cruel nature, the darkness and ferocity he embodied and yet at the same time, there was a dark seductive pull underneath every slight graze of his fingertips against her skin.

She closed her eyes subconsciously at the strangely soothing feel of him washing her, it was odd but relaxing.

With every movement he made, his muscles flexed, she felt the overpowering impulse to caress the ripples of muscles adorning his strong shoulders and sinewy arms, the urge to trace the layers of muscles on his chest and torso.

The absence of his gentle touch on her arms suddenly snapped her back to reality, her eyes widening in every second and if it could go any wider, it would probably pop out of their sockets.

Her gaze narrowed to his strong hands holding her slender leg upward as he scrubbed on it with gentle motions, the gentleness he employed in holding her legs like a delicate piece of glass, it was a symphony of delicacy and sensuality, bathing had never felt more erotic.

Although, it was nice, she was astounded because he was a king and washing her feet like a devoted follower to his goddess was outlandish, as only servants were meant to wash their master’s or mistress’s feet. It was deemed a lowly thing for a king to do for anyone, including his wife, more like an invisible law as he was above everyone else.

But there he was, the vampire king, the devil’s son, and the prince of hell, washing her, a mere human’s feet. She wanted to pull her leg away from his hold, but her inner goddess shunned the idea and rather enjoyed the princess treatment with a wide grin on her face, ’yes bow to me, you treacherous king’ her inner goddess rang inwardly.

After washing the first leg, he sought to wash the other in the same delicate manner fully engrossed in what he was doing, the way his fingers coiled around her leg in such graceful gentleness, no maid had been so devoted to washing her this perfectly.

She would have never imagined him being so gentle until then, it was simply unbelievable but she reveled in it anyway, maybe being his wife wasn’t so bad after all, but then she thought of the hell he made her go through, the grief and guilt, he deserved to suffer even if it was a little, she’d give him a taste of it one way or the other.

She didn’t realize he was done until his voice snapped her back to reality.

"Your turn." She fluttered her lashes, staring at him slightly dazed, how could she not? He retained an ethereal, dark beauty that could make one stutter through an entire sentence and make one’s mind go hazy with vulgar fantasies, fantasies she harboured.

"Oh, right." She blurted out as she took the scrub from him. He had scrubbed her so pleasingly to the point of satisfaction, she could only return the favour without any complains.

She almost choked at the hotness of his eyes as he stared down at her figure, the closer they were, the more intense his gaze would become. It made her anxious to the extent she couldn’t convey a proper breathing pattern.

Awkwardly clearing her throat, she flipped the wet strands of hair falling over his shoulders and proceeded to scrub his front. Making her pressure as gentle as his, she scrubbed with the same gentleness.

"I’m not as fragile as you are, love, scrub me harder or you’ll be begging me to go harder." He said, his voice neutral but the underlying hint of mischief did not go unnoticed.

Applying more pressure, she scrubbed him with one hand, while her free hand traced the tautness of his chest and then lower to the muscles adorning his torso like hard ridges.

After employing a good amount of time on his front, she finally paid attention to the back. Sweeping his hair to the side, her eyes screened the amazing inked art work of the black dragon tattoo adorning his back, not a single hint of his pale flesh in view as every skin in his back was covered in obsidian ink.

Every ink seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly dark force, bringing the drawing to life, it’s golden eyes seemed as if it was staring right into the depths of her soul as it rippled with a dark malevolent force, a reminder of his darkness. It was no mere tattoo, it was a disposition of his nature and lineage, it was indeed an awe striking artwork.

The tattoo itself seemed to remind her of her encounter with the predatory beast, a stark reminder of his dark nature that would always cling to him like a second skin.

Subconsciously, she extended her hand toward his back, hesitating for a split second before tracing her fingertips against the obsidian scales of the dragon, it felt too real she was almost scared it would open it’s large jaws and bite her hand off like a large chunk of meat.

She deftly traced the hard ripples of muscles on his back, from his broad shoulders that looked as if it was carved from the strongest steel, down to the layers of muscles that flexed as her fingertips brushed them. His muscles felt like solid rock, she suddenly had the urge of pressing her naked body against his, feeling the hotness and hardness of his skin underneath her while he drove his penis into her.

She suddenly realized he was right, she was no innocent or naive girl, she might have been a virgin but she was more aware of sex than most virgins or girls her age, thanks to her married friends when she was once a princess, she had been engaged in vulgar discussions with them, as a princess it was unethical, but her inquisitive nature to have more knowledge proved her wrong.

Meanwhile, Draco waited for her to scrub his back, but instead, he felt her cool slender fingers tracing the muscles in his back or perhaps the tattoos inked on them, he could feel her arousal heighten as she did, while erotic thoughts crammed her mind.

Her state of arousal made him rapidly go rock hard, he could feel his dick standing erect underneath the water, it wasn’t surprising how easily she affected him, after all she was his mate, bonded to him in every way possible.

He suddenly felt her soft body pressing into his back, their hot bodies burning with raw desires colliding made his body tremble, his jaws ticked as he anticipated the feel of him inside of her while he stroked her walls, but a part of him warned him as he was fast losing control, his teeth gnashing against eacv another.

His rational mind shattered into smattering pieces as she wound her small arms around his broad, firm torso, her hands caressing his hard taut chest as it trailed lower to his torso. Every touch of hers was like a charged electric spark coursing through his veins, he could feel his dick twitching, itching to be inside of her.

"My sweet feisty princess has become so confident now, has she?" He teased, arousal lingering heavily in his husky voice.

He could feel her hands travel lower to his groin area, making blood rush down there in an incredibly fast pace, hearts pounding hard against their chests as lecherous desires sated the air with it’s sweet fragrance of lust.

Her hands traveled lower until her fingers were grazing the elastic firmness of his penis, but then her eyes enlarged in stunner and her mouth fell hanging open with a loud gasp emanating from it when she tried to wrap her fingers around it, but it was impossible as her fingers barely locked around it.

She gulped down the heavy weight of shock settling in her heart before proceeding with what she was about to do. Although, she was still in disbelief at how big it was, she managed to regain her composure.

Draco felt flames ignite in his veins the moment her warm hands came in contact with his hard dick, he was surprised at her unexpected actions, but at that moment, arousal had clouded his rational judgement to press further thoughts on it.

Slowly, but firmly, she started moving her hands as she stroked his extremely big dick, her pace increasing slowly as the time ticked. She could hear a deep groan leave his lips in pleasure while she stroked his penis. Supporting her hand movements, he wrapped his hand around hers, as he intensified the pace.

In the moment of his pleasure, she suddenly pulled her hand away and mechanically, emerged out of the water as she proceeded to exit the washroom with a robe clad on.

He gritted his teeth in displeasure, his veins popped in his neck as he called her with a deep growl "Rama." but she ignored as she walked out of the washroom stiffly, although she felt a tang of pain, but she decided to ignore it as well.

It took her to garner all of her willpower to be able to resist him when they were both undoubtedly aroused, but if she had to suffer just to watch him suffer, then so be it.

At this point, with him being her mate whom she was bonded to physically, emotionally and mentally, she couldn’t kill him to gain her revenge, but what better way to have her revenge than torturing him with the mating bond? and the best part of it all?

She was in control. Her inner goddess laughed wickedly.