The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 158: Soiree

Chapter 158: Soiree

It was a long mesmerizing night for Rama, a night of wonder and bliss, a moment she would always cherish for all of eternity.

It was strange how merely spending time with this very strange man made her feel the happiest she had ever been. It felt as if in all her nineteen years of living, he was the only person able to put a genuine smile on her face, every moment with him was a moment worth cherishing, a memory worth an eternity.

The glow on her face whenever she smiled made his cells feel as though they had been rejuvenated back to a life with an emotion he was never aware he could feel.

He had never felt a bit of warmth in him in his entire millennia of existence, yet only a single moment was enough to kindle a scorching flame within him, one that engulfed him whole with a warmth he never knew he could retain, a tenderness he Hu felt immune to.

In all ways, she made him feel whole, she made him feel alive with her presence. He reeled in every single moment, each a profound significance in his ice heart where only she derived warmth.

After a long night of mystique and intrigue, where love sated the air with its blossoming scent, two souls connecting deeper and looking a bit deeper behind the scene, dark forces scheming to weaken the devils son using his vulnerability, they finally called it a night.

The black dragon transported them back to the castle and Rama immediately succumbed into slumber with droopy eyes, snuggling into the comforting warmth of the man she loved or technically, demon.

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The moon disappeared into the clouds and the sun appeared from beneath the clouds to convey it’s light and warmth on the land of cold blooded creatures.

Groaning softly, Rama woke up only for her to be greeted with the sight of an inhumane, celestial face that made her breath subconsciously halt. Such an ethereal sight in the morning was bound to leave any man or being in a state of confusion no matter how many times it was witnessed.

She rested her weight on her elbow as she pushed her body up to take in the magnificent view lying beside her.

He was asleep, so soundly and peacefully. With his hellish eyes closed, he could be compared to an archangel, so serene and beautiful she couldn’t help but drool.

He was sleeping so calmly, his taut bare chest rising up and down rhythmically, he looked nothing more than a harmless angel who was only asleep, she could stare at his ethereal sleeping face all day.

As his eyes closed, his long, dark thick lashes brushed over his upper cheeks. She was utterly envious of his lashes which conveyed a slight feminine touch to the symphony of his masculinity.

Stretching her hand cautiously to his face, she traced the contours of his face and his sharp jawline with a feather like touch. Her fingers rested on his lips longer as she stroked it softly, heedful enough to not wake him up.

Biting her lips hungrily, she stared at his sleeping face for a moment before hovering her face atop his, she leaned down, her lips brushing against and in the next moment, she pressed her lips gently against his, giving him a quick kiss before she retreated.

She licked her lips as she stifled a laughter before pressing her lips against his again. She retreated and then her gaze traveled lower to his bare upper body.

Employing a feather like touch, she caressed his strong neck and smoothly swiped her finger over his protruding Adam’s apple before trailing lower. Her hands traveled down to his hard taut chest and lower to his chiseled and, feeling every rock hard muscle beneath her delicate fingers.

Engrossed in what she was doing, his deep morning voice snapped her out of her sneaky doings.

"Stealing kisses from your husband while he’s asleep, hm feisty wife?" His husky voice sounded sarcastic with a hint of tease.

Withdrawing her hand with a rapid oace, she sat up as she gasped timidly, her face flushing in mortification that he had caught her stealing kisses.

"You have no reason to be embarrassed, I’m all yours, you can touch me wherever and whenever you want, I’d do the same anyway." He said with a half grin curving the edge of his lips up, a playful twinkle in his hellish red eyes.

"You steal kisses too when I’m asleep?" She queried in disbelief.

"Oh, feisty princess, stealing a kiss is not the only thing I do." He teased as he sat up, making the sheets fall over his waist to reveal a glimpse of his lower torso.

"Wait a minute, so you do things to me while I’m asleep?" She exclaimed with enlarged questioning eyes.

He leaned closer to her, tillting to whisper into her ears, he said "Love, if I were doing something to you while you were asleep, you would no longer be asleep, don’t you think?"

That seemed like a reasonable justification, it was a reasonable justification. Only his touch was enough to make her cells burn with lust, his touch would be enough to snap her back into reality as she moaned shamelessly.

She gulped, locking the gaze with him. She could feel the intensifying wetness between her legs. His voice, his spicy scent, his mere presence was enough to make her aroused, talk more his electrifying touch.

There was no way in hell she would survive another day if he refrained from touching her.

He could see the mirrored lustful craving in her gaze, reflecting like the ocean. He mindfully leaned back and clambered out of bed before she would throw herself at him, and in the long run try to rape him, not that she could.

"I’ll take a shower." He announced and before she could say another word, he disappeared into the washroom.

She was so tired of this cat and mouse game of resistance, the craving for him to fill her insides gnawed through her skin like a deadly serpentine poison.

Burying her face in the soft cushions, she let out a frustrated outcry into it, her sounds muffled and suppressed like the hunger burning within her.

Still yet, she knew there was nothing she could do but wait until he harnessed the act of self control, or preferably, demon taming.

She got prepared and dressed up by the maids, and while she sat at the mirror as the maids dolled her up, Draco watched with those alluring siren eyes, seductively hypnotizing.

Their gazes locked through the mirror, she tried to suppress it, but a stifled chuckle burst out of her lips at the way he was staring at her so intensely and focused, his attention unwavering.

The maids didn’t react but she felt slightly embarrassed at her skittish behavior, no, he was the one making her act skittish. It wasn’t easy to maintain a straight face while the devils son scrutinized you so intensely underneath his burning gaze.

She could hear him chuckle from behind her but she avoided his gaze until the maids were done dolling her up. She hated every inch of it, but she kept tight lipped.

After dressing up, they both waltzed to the dining hall, she could see the servants scampering back and forth the hall as they prepared for the soiree event, or perhaps if it was given a second name, The Execution.

"Do you really know who attempted to murder me?" She queried with curious eyes as they ate their breakfast.

"We’ll find out love." He merely replied with a wicked grin as a sadistic glint flashed across his eyes.

Aware he knew who the culprit was, she didn’t question anymore, knowing he was going to shove it aside just to entertain her with the benefit of doubt and suspense until the culprit would be dragged out by him and obviously killed in the most gruesome way possible.

"What about Amon? Do you know what happened to him? Why did Zamiel murder him?" She queried with bated breath, the air also tense with eagerness.

"He was hunting Zamiel’s mate. Zamiel isn’t very compassionate or gracious as to let him live even though we were familiar as kids." Draco explained as he took a sip of the wine in his ornate goblet.

"Oh, that is certainly amusing and surprising. At least its good riddance, but if Amon is the son of the demon, Mammon, won’t his father cone for Zamiel to avenge him? Maybe he went too far killing Amon if of course his mate wasn’t hurt and wait since when did Zamiel have a mate? I thought..." She trailed off, lost in her thoughts.

"Mammon has plenty sons and he knows better than to harm a strand of hair on Zamiel because if he does I’ll decapitate him like they did his spineless son." Draco stated out with a nonchalant tone and she nodded in reason, after all Zamiel was his right hand man, his most trusted personnel in the entire world.

Silence hung in the air for a second before he broke it with a heedful voice, his brows furrowed in displeasure as he spoke "Why did you erase the memories of Zamiel’s mate? You don’t alter the match made by the universe love."

Lost in what he was trying to say, her face twisted with confusion, but then something clicked "Who’s Zamiel’s mate?" She queried, dreading the answer that would roll off his lips, at the same moment she wondered how he seemed to gain knowledge of every happenings, discreet or not, but then again, it was Draco, the devil’s son. It didn’t come as a wonder he held so much knowledge.

"Who else but the fragile flower?" He said with a sarcastic chuckle.