The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 223: Lake Of Desires

Chapter 223: Lake Of Desires

Rama smiled coyly as she answered, "Yes, I’d love to."

Draco grinned, flashing her a side look, eyes glinting with naughty thoughts. Slowly, while maintaining their eye contact, he unbuttoned his shirt, each undone button paving the way to the sight of his hard, taut chest down to his flawlessly sculpted abs.

Peeling the shirt off his body, his beautiful biceps in his powerful, sinewy arms flexed and wriggled with a sinister yet magnifying energy.

The dragon tattoo inked all over his broad, muscular back came to her sight and she sighed in a dazed lustful state, swallowing softly at the inexplicable things he was doing to her without even touching a strand of her hair.

Every ink climbing over the ridges of the hard muscles adorning his back stimulated a heated sensation crawling through her feverish skin.

As he peeled his pants off finally to stand in front of her naked, giving her the tasteful sight of his gloriousness, she salivated at his delectable form.

Her mind swam in a foggy haze of lascivious desires as she watched him in a trance like state until his husky baritone voice snapped her back to reality.

"Are you coming in love?" He asked as he flashed her a side glance, his fiendish eyes brewing with a familiar hunger as he stared at her.

Gulping, her eyes flitted across his form, lingering longer at the fiery dragon between his legs before hesitantly dropping her gaze to his face as she stuttered "Y-Yes, I’m coming in."

Smiling with the corner of his lips twitching up, he moved into the water with the grace of a fallen angel.

Averting her face from his with a timid smile and a reddened face, she slowly stripped out of her simple gown. As always, she could feel the intensity of his burning gaze on her, watching as she stripped naked in front of him.

As soon as the clothes came falling down from her body, the cold air brushed past her heated skin, but still, it couldn’t cool down the burning heat within her.

Moving toward the lake, she dipped her body into the shimmering water, and immediately the refreshing water came in contact with her skin, she felt a myriad of mystical essences erupt on her skin, it was simply a magical feeling.

"Wow..." She breathed out as she paddled her limbs in the water.

"It’s wonderful isn’t it?" Draco’s voice rang from behind her, she could feel the water ripple with his movement.

"It is." She sighed, giggling softly as she swam in the sparkly waters.

Splashing water heavily at Draco using her limbs, she chuckled as she drenched him, but rather he laughed, a wicked kind of laughter and she saw a glint of mischief flash in his eyes. She knew he had wicked thoughts for her, a sweet punishment for her.

The water dripping on his silvery pale skin made his skin sparkle even more like he was sculpted from silver glass itself. He was alluring, like the god of the sea underneath the moon, inside a mystical lake.

Almost drooling at the sight of him, she composed herself as she coughed awkwardly.

"You know Rama, we could actually live in the cottage for as long as we want, after all the castle is just a flick of a finger away." Draco suddenly spoke, leaving her in a stupefied state as she gaped at him.

"Really? We could live here forever, not the castle?" She exclaimed with widened eyes.

"Yes love." He replied with a grin tearing through his lips.

She scoffed in disbelief, taken aback by his sudden change of heart, but amidst all she was delighted. In the near future, she could finally give their child the life both of them could never have, a normal life with the love of parents and no burdenful duties on their shoulders.

A life away from the monstrosity of the world and preferably, the darkness of their lineage residing within them. If she could, she would conceal the knowledge of its powers away from them, allow them to live a normal life with normal problems, away from the treacherous machinations and devious plans of dark paranormal forces.

"Thank you." She whispered with a low voice sufficed with gratitude and a smile garnishing her radiating face.

Wounding her arms around his shoulders, she pressed her lips against his, the water rippling with small waves as their burning bodies pressed against each other. The moment their heated skins came in contact, his rationality broke into a state of wild frenzy.

He devoured her lips with a hunger that always surpassed the last, as if it was his first time tasting her, but every time he wanted more. He was similar to a beast who would go wild and untamed the moment he was provoked by her touch.

Pushing her against the edge of the lake, he skillfully parted her legs and she felt a rush of rhapsodic sensation gnawing between her legs, aching for him to fill her once again.

His muscles twitched and his jaws ticked as his fiery dragon stood erect with the hardness of steel, his feverish body seared flaming hot with the cravings of a ravenous, ferocious being impatient to devour his meal.

Biting and nibbling on her lower lip while he pushed his fingers inside her juicy wet walls, he whispered into her ears with a hypnotic voice that seared her senses to ash "Moan for me love."

Pushing his fingers deeper, a moan subconsciously rolled off her lips as she closed her eyes, reeling in the pleasure stricken phase.

"Good girl." He whispered darkly beneath his breath before replacing his fingers with his fiery dragon, ready to devour and savor his palatable meal.

Groping her slender waist, he pushed his hips forward in an inhumane, bestial manner, electrifying sparks flared up in her head the moment he thrust into her.

Digging her fingers into his hard, muscular back, she grazed his flesh with her elongated nails as he hammered her juicy walls with an unmatched intensity. The water rippled and splashed heavily with their amplifying movements, the air pulsated and wriggled with the loud sounds of their moans enveloping the cold, midnight air in the mystical lake.

Her heart throbbed loudly in her ears, a rhythmic tempo to the palpable pressure in the air sated with erotic desires and the fragrance of lust between the bonded mates.

His elevating strokes emitted an eruption of sparks bursting into her veins from pleasure, strained moans leaving her lips everytime he shifted her kidneys with the fiery monster between his legs.

Her body shuddered with bliss as he delved into unexplored depths, causing their nerves to sparkle with ecstasy as he collided with brute force into her, making her reach the skies as he gave her a taste of cloud nine, high on delirium.

In the mystical lake, under the dim glow of the moonlight, the two contrasting beings merged as one, their moans and ragged breathing stretching vastly beyond the forest grounds as it echoed.

Finally, after a long night of shared desires and satiated bestial hunger, they bid the magical lake goodbye as they trod down to their cottage.

Rama was completely exhausted from the late night activity at the lake, she could barely keep her weary eyes open any longer, so Draco carried her back while she slept soundly in his arms.

Tucking her into bed, he lay beside her but he couldn’t sleep so he stared at her while she was sleeping calmly. He smiled in a sense of nostalgia as he relived their past memories in his head.

Who would have known that the defiant feisty princess he detested so much in the past would turn out to be the woman he would burn the world down for without the slightest hesitation?

And then, while they were busy reviling each other with their entire being, the universe was busy in creating an obscure path for them, and where hatred threatened to darken their minds, the petals of love bloomed deep within their hearts.

He sighed wistfully, grazing her cheeks softly with his knuckles but as he pulled his hand away and prepared to sleep, a stinging pain pierced his chest, similar to what had happened to him the other night.

Stifling the strained groan that threatened to burst out of his life, he gently clambered out of the bed as he moved out of the cottage.

Gripping his chest that was twisting painfully, his face contorted with agony and his eyes burned like hell as his veins popped. Ragged breaths were stimulated out of his lungs as he wheezed painfully.

His eyes burned red as he ripped his shirt off, his gaze mechanically dropping down on the glowing crimson tendrils snaking over his chest, but then in the next second, the glowing tendrils dimmed until it faded with not a single lingering trace of what had just happened.

The pain and the red tendrils were gone, a huge similarity to the familiar occurrence he had a night before. It was a recurring nightmare.