The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 206: A Spark Of Arousal

Chapter 206: A Spark Of Arousal

She smiled, but she knew deep down she was scared, not for herself but for everyone else who would have to answer to Draco if she died, the innocent lives that would be lost, and the fatal destruction of realms.

"You shouldn’t think about anyone else but yourself, no one is as important as you." He said, no mischievous smile or sarcastic smirk on his face as he spoke with a rather serious countenance.

She blushed as she averted her gaze to her food, but while she ate in silence, she could feel his eyes on her, watching every gesture of hers like a hawk, she smiled.

She whipped her head toward him, swallowing the morsel of food before opening her mouth to speak as she dabbed her mouth hurriedly with a napkin "Lest I forget..." She paused, a bit taken aback by how engrossed he was in staring at her. The intensity in his intimidating eyes made her freeze.

He leaned toward her with listening ears and attentive eyes as he lifted his thick brow up, she couldn’t help but notice how perfect his brows were too, he was undoubtedly given an unfair share of beauty, perfectly sculpted in every inch, even his pores were perfect.

Clearing her throat awkwardly, she regained her composure as he continued "Uhm I wanted to ask of a favour concerning..."

"Malika?" He beat her to it with a smug look basking his face.

"Right, I forgot you could read my mind." She scoffed with rolling eyes.

"You want me to call Michael back here so he could help her wield her powers, isn’t that so?" He noted out with a nonchalant yet heavy voice.

"Yes, please. I mean, it’s a good thing that she has powers and can protect herself, but I want her to be able to use those powers without harming herself."

"Or anyone else." He added with a smoldering look.

"She’s not like that, she’d never harm anyone." Rama implied with creased brows.

"You see love, being sweet and vulnerable knowing you’re just a weak human is a lot more different than when you know you have powers and you’re stronger than an entire army of middle ranking night creatures." His voice ebbed to a low, suppressed growl with dangerous caution in his eyes, a heedfulness that she knew would cost Malika her life if ever he sensed a whiff of rebellion in her.

"She’s not that kind of person, power or no power nothing’s going to change about her." She pressed, emphasizing on every word that rolled off her tongue, but he didn’t seem in the least shaken or convinced either way, his gaze were still steely hard with seriousness.

"Did she ever narrate her ordeals to you about what happened in the dark witches lair? Did she ever inform you that she killed two of them, one of their kind was with just a single touch and a giant with just a scream? Pulverized the witch into a pile of ash and completely crushed the giant underneath a pile of rocks like she was squashing a bug with her feet." He informed, his eyes gleamed fiercely as he spouted out the words.

"But.. She would have told me if you hadn’t interrupted us." Rama said defensively as she swallowed, fluttering her lashes, slightly startled by the news.

She knew Malika, the girl was too feeble to hurt a fly, she’d rather have a wolf bite her than someone kill it, the mere sight of blood made her nauseous, she would have found it hard to believe but the girl’s newfound powers were undoubtedly strong, after all she was archangel Michael’s granddaughter.

"Do you know how she felt after killing them?" He asked with a sarcastic smirk tearing wickedly through the edge of his luscious lips.

"It’s how every fucking powerful being feels after killing something, they feel bloody powerful and invincible, like they owned the world, because they now have the power to take, it’s in their hands." He hissed between gritted teeth, the words ejected a guttural sense that made her spines tingle.

"She’s an angel, there’s no way she’d feel that way." She defended, while in skepticism of her own words.

"Have you forgotten the devil was once an angel? The most revered and elite Archangel in heaven, second to God, but then he rebelled and became the devil, why is that? Because of power, it’s always power." He remarked with a sarcastic dark laugh.

Silence was the only thing she could deduce as she was unable to say anymore or defend her points. He had a more valid opinion, but she couldn’t agree with him about Malika.

"Not everyone is like him and Malika is certainly nothing close to what he is like, whether or not, her lineage is of an angel, she is one, she’s always been one." Rama remarked.

A dark yet alluring grin split through his lips "Every single being has something in common with the devil." He paused before saying "Power."

"Not me, I just want to be with you, there’s no power seeking involved." She implied with shrugged shoulders.

"There is actually, if you could, you’d seek for the power of immortality just so you won’t die, and you could be with me forever." He pointed out with a deviant gleam reflecting over his crimson glass orbs.

She sighed, knowing he was right and the first opportunity she would get, she would take the chance of being immortal just so she could stay with him for all of eternity and never die, she realized how every word he spewed had truth in them.

"Well, I guess you’re right on this one." She sighed in defeat but he laughed heartily at her response.

"Seeing you give up without a fight is quite amusing." He mumbled.

"You’re right after all, but please bring Angel Michael back, she needs to learn how to wield her powers and also get familiar with her only family, he’s the only one she has left." Rama pleaded with doe eyes as she stood up and hugged him from behind, caressing his chest softly while giving him soft kisses on his cheek.

He sighed in a vulnerable state, closing his eyes and opening them, he came to a fixed conclusion "Fine, but if I sense even the slightest hint of threat from her, I’ll send her to her mother so they can have a nice long nap together." He said darkly before standing up and turning to face her.

She stood frozen, his way of thinking wasn’t surprising, but the thought of losing Malika in his hands left her stricken with fear because she knew she could not hate him no matter what he did. Though she had faith in Malika, but fate was quite tricky with it’s enigmatic designs.

"Have we come to a conclusion with this topic?" He asked, his velvet baritone voice breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Yes, certainly, so when are we summoning him and where is the silver witch queen?" She queried.

"The silver witch queen went back, after I tried to murder her of course, such a lucky woman." He chuckled like a maniac, but he still looked ravishing nevertheless, maniac or not.

"What? You tried to murder her? Why?" She screeched out in bewilderment.

"It doesn’t matter, we don’t need her anyway, her summoning process is too long." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"What do you mean? You’re going to drag him from heaven down here?" Rama yelped, her eyes widened.

"I just have to yell out the fucker’s name, he won’t be able to ignore and even if he does, then I’ll do just that and drag his ass down here." He remarked with a half-hearted grin.

Unable to say anything, she just sighed, while staring at him as if he was a puzzle she was trying to unravel.

His husky voice dripped with untamed lust as he spoke "Enough about those useless bunch, I only want to feel every inch of you."

Grabbing her waist, he turned her around for her to face the table as he whispered behind her, into her ears "Hands on the table love."

Her breath hitched as he grabbed her slim waist, but her eyes dilated knowing he was about to take her right there and devour her body.

"Uhm Draco, not here." She whispered while trying to turn around but his steely grip held her in position.

Not replying to her, he fondled her full breasts as he kissed the nook of her neck, her resistance crumbled like parchment of papers in flame, she could feel her body heat uncontrollable.

"Anyone could walk right in." She pointed out, while melting into his arms.

"Anyone who walks right in turns to ash, so fret not." He assured in a rather unnerving way as he skillfully pushed her gown up to reveal her naked buttocks staring at him, while she laid face down on the table, eyes closed as she waited in anticipation for her trip to the realm of euphoria.

His hands stroked the expanse of her thighs, his touch on her heated skin left a trail of molten lava on it, her body shuddered and when she heard the ruffling of clothes while he took off his pants, her jade eyes were tinged with red as a spark of arousal lit up in her eyes.