The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 203: Sinful Desires

Chapter 203: Sinful Desires

"I just woke up and you want me to go to bed already or is there something else?" She said coyly as she flashed him a seductive side eye.

"Your body is still healing from the transition, I only wanted you to have enough rest." He said with a genuine look of concern in his eyes as he caressed her cheeks fondly.

She was charmed at the fact that he was being considerate about her transition and at the same time displeased by his thoughts of not attempting to touch her then or presumably anytime soon.

"I’m perfectly fine, I feel better than ever." She said enthusiastically as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder, stealing a kiss within that short moment of taking him unaware. He missed the taste of her lips, like strawberries mixed with fierceness, it was impossible to resist even though he wanted to.

As she locked lips with him, her hands trailed lower from his hard chest, down to his rocky abs hidden behind the frail layer of his robe and then, her hand fell lower to grab his dick, massaging it firmly till a suppressed groan of pleasure rolled off his lips.

With slightly trembling hands, he pulled hers away as he took a few steps back, breaking the kiss abruptly.

"What’s wrong?" She queried, but then just one gaze into his eyes, and she could comprehend the reason for his resistance, clearly seeing the blatant feeling of guilt reflecting over his crimson iris. She was alive, but he still felt guilty for her unexpected death, he blamed himself for not protecting her and she knew it would take time for him to be relieved of it.

"Nothing, you should go to bed." He said neutrally, his face not giving out any sort of emotion, but she was well asare of what was going through his head and heart, but it was only guilt that crammed them.

"There’s nothing for you to feel guilty about, some things are just designed by fate to happen and sometimes, no matter how powerful or invincible you are, there are some things which you have no control over, don’t beat yourself up for it, I’m right here and perfectly fine." She said with an airy voice, floating like the wind into his ears in a hypnotizing way as she flashed him a heart stopping smile.

"You’re always right love, now go take some rest I’ll join you in bed after a quick shower." He said as he stroked her hair, and then gave her a kiss on the forehead before disappearing into the washroom.

With a defeated sigh and an aggrieved moan, she crawled into the massive bed, only then did she realize it was their old chamber meant for them, but now it was in its perfect state, no blood or limbs sprawled everywhere. It was perfectly squeaky clean and uncluttered, everything was exactly as she had remembered.

Lying on the bed, she stared up at the glass ceiling, thinking. Thinking about her new life and birth as a night creature, also of what the future held in store for them.

She closed her eyes while waiting for Draco, he seemed to take longer than usual as she closed her eyes until she heard the ruffling of sheets, while feeling the weight of a dark, familiar presence at the foot of the bed.

Reflexively she shot her eyes open only to see Draco slipping through the curtains as he hovered above the foot of the bed.

The room was softly lit with a few candlelights, but she could clearly see the magnificent view in front of her as he stood tall with pride, completely naked. Her limbs became immobile as she was held captive by his glorifying sight, so she just gaped, eyes hungrily absorbing his form covered in sculpted layers of powerful muscles.

Her breath hitched when she saw him move, and her heightened senses made every twitch of his muscles and every ripple of his flesh perceptible to her sight. She could hear his muscles retract and extract with every movement, his aroused breath as he stared at her seductively.

But then, she couldn’t help but screen lower, she subconsciously licked her lips at the mighty dragon dangling between his athletic long legs and she squirmed in unease as she visualized it driving through her.

Breaking her out of her thoughts, with a regal precision, he crawled under the quilt, moving toward her like a snake crawling through the darkness.

His muscular physique under the quilt as he moved toward her left her reeling in anticipation, she could feel the wetness accumulating between her legs, every breath she took was an emission of lustful cravings.

She suddenly felt his hands pushing her gown up and then, she felt his warm hands groping her thighs as he pulled them apart. She leaned her head back against the headrest as she closed her eyes and waited for him to give her a taste of sweet hell and a hazy mix of temptation.

As if he heard her silent pleas, his tongue swiped over her clitoris, the moment his hot tongue came in contact with her sensitive flesh, an electric bolt cascaded through her body and blood swirled into her eyes, to tinge her jade eyes with a blood red crimson hue.

A strained moan rolled off her lips as he pushed his hot tongue into her wet chambers, delving into her sensitive walls as he sucked and nibbled, teasing her and at the same time sucking her soul out.

Her toes curled as her body wrecked in pleasure with the electrifying sensation. Grabbing his hair, she pulled him closer as she arched her back for more, her beautiful moans sating the four corners of the room as he made her taste the slightest tang of heaven, making her desire more of it.

She squirted uncontrollably into his mouth and he gulped down every juicy bit of it as he savoured her delicious taste. Her ragged breath echoed loudly in the chamber as he pulled away and emerged from beneath the quilt.

Without warning, she threw herself at him as she straddled him while tearing her clothes off her body like a ferocious animal who was impatient to devour a meal.

She slammed her lips against his firmly as she took dominance, roaming her hands across his body as she massaged his tough muscles, feeling the steely hardness beneath her delicate fingers.

In the dimly lit chamber, the air was thick with anticipation, charged with the promise of forbidden desire. As their contrasting bodies collided and rubbed against each other, her heart pounded in rhythm with the throbbing intensity of the moment.

His fingertips, as if guided by the devil himself, traced a molten path across her heated skin. His touch was like silk and fire, igniting a slow, relentless burn as it journeyed from her collarbone to the small of her back. She trembled under his caress, her sanity waning with each electrifying stroke.

Candlelight cast sinuous shadows on the contours of their merged bodies that would have been impossible to detangle at that moment. Their eyes locked in a hypnotic gaze, his smoldering eyes penetrating the depths of her soul, a predatory hunger meeting her insatiable uncontrollable craving.

The room was filled with the symphony of their ragged breaths, a haunting melody of longing and resistance. His voice, dripping with seduction whispered into her ears like the embodiment of temptation itself as he ordered "Moan for me love."

And she obeyed as a restrained moan rolled softly off her lips and then he locked his lips with hers, stealing every air from her lungs.

As their mouths met in a fervent kiss, the taste of temptation and surrender mingled on their lips. It was a heady blend of bittersweet longing and fiery passion, an elixir of sinful desires that intoxicated her senses.

The scent of their desire hung heavy in the air, like a bewitching perfume. It was a potent mix of his spicy cologne, the musky allure of his presence, and the intoxicating aroma of their shared lust, a fragrance that filled every cell in her body.

Every touch of his on her heated skin stimulated the unspoken promise of the wicked things he would do to her, it left her high on adrenaline and in a chaotic state of anticipated pleasure beyond her imaginations.

His kisses trailed from her lips to her neck as he made her lie on her back while he hovered above her. His bulge stood erect and his skin scorched with an unendurable ache of temptation, his veins popped and every string of rationality he retained broke into slivers of nothing.

The feel of her skin against his elicited a spark of erotic sensation that was beyond mere human understanding, the taste of her on his lips was more delectable than any ambrosia given to the gods, not to mention her rosy scent that left him intoxicated with nothing but insatiable cravings.

He could feel his demons breaking loose and threatening to devour her, but he was in control, yet he wanted to devour every single piece of her, but it would be one that she would savour for the rest of her life.

Positioning his fiery monster at the entrance of her wet chambers, he whispered into her ears with a sinfully wicked voice "I’m going in love." The simple words that rolled off his lips made her mind go into a haywire of bliss.