The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 234: Wish For Death

Chapter 234: Wish For Death

"Lord Zamiel." Valerie shrieked in a low voice as she struggled up on her feet, wiping the blood smeared on her lips to look presentable as she feigned a smile. Regardless of him attacking her less than a minute ago, she still seemed to desperate to have him as her eyes glimmered with affection.

He turned around to face her, his soft eyes suddenly turning hard with a steely gaze on her.

"She’s lying, isn’t she? She’s not your mate!" Valerie shrieked as she frantically shook her head, as if trying to persuade him to lie to her.

Taking quick strides toward her, his hand flew to her neck within the speed of light as he pinned her roughly against the wall, his grip around her throat tightening with each second as he squeezed the air out of her lungs.

Her limbs flailed as she struggled to release herself with futile efforts from his grip, but it was useless as expected.

Leaning down on her, he spoke with a low, guttural growl "She is and I’m sure you’re very well aware of what happens when you lay your hands on my possession, if you even as dare breathe in the same air as she does, I’ll make you wish for death."

After speaking, he released his hold on her and left her to slump weakly on the floor, she let out a strained wheeze as she gasped heavily for air, while glowering at Malika.

Taking her hand, he pulled her away as they left the sight of Valerie. Malika’s entire face was already flushed redder than a tomato as he left her heart flustered with his gestures.

Looking back for the last time, she saw Valerie already up on her feet, her angry eyes burning holes into hers, but amidst the anger, she saw sadness reflect itself in her teary eyes.

Malika gave her a puckish smile before looking away, grasping Zamiel’s hand tightly as they walked out of sight together.

Reaching an empty corridor, she broke the silence with a small voice"Thank you for coming."

As if he was just noticing her celestial presence he tilted his head to look at her "What were you doing there in the middle of the night?"

Fluttering her lashes with a guilt filled face, she looked away like a child who had been caught with his fingers dipped in chocolate.

His sudden chuckle resonating into her ears snapped her attention back on him "What are you laughing at?" She queried with curious large eyes.

"You were coming to see me, weren’t you?" The laughter abruptly dropped as he spoke.

She pressed her lips in a thin line, darting her eyes around before speaking "No, I wasn’t." She blurted out and rather than pressurizing her for the truth, he gave out a flat "hm."

Biting down on her lower lip, she cringed because it was obvious he was well aware that she was coming to see him, she subconsciously smacked herself.

Until they got to the lone corridor where his room was situated in, she didn’t realize he wasn’t escorting her to her own chambers but instead his. Her heart leaped to her throat when he pushed the door open and they walked in.

The room was dark with unlit candles sitting around, but immediately they walked in, the candles lit up with red flames flickering wildly to cast shadows on the wall.

Standing at the edge of the bed, she watched him as he paced around with elegant movements. His broad shoulders moved with authority and pride, every movement of his ensnared with dark grace no matter how trivial the action was.

"So." He paused as he peeled his robe off, leaving him clad in only loose trousers and she realized she had never seen his bare feet until then, as expected it was perfect. Averting her attention back to a more eye pleasing sight, his naked upper body carved to perfection with powerful muscles and abs adorning every inch made her salivate at the unholy sight.

But it was his powerful arms that held the art of seduction in them, the dark ink embedded onto every inch of his arms, depicting the tale of darkness from his shoulders down to his wrists lured her into a silent, unfathomable embrace of desire and lust.

"What did you want to see me for?" He asked in a neutral tone as he dipped his sinewy arms into his trouser pockets, while he leaned against the bedside table.

She hadn’t noticed how more defined and chiseled his facial features had become until then as a result of his hair being tied up, she was completely lost in her own world of drowning in his magnificent presence until he snapped her back to reality with a snap of his fingers in front of her dazed face.

"Malika." He called.

She jerked slightly as she focused her attention on him, which she had done earlier but in a different state.

"I’m sorry lord Zamiel, did you say something?" She queried apologetically, giving herself a mental slap.

"I asked what you wanted to see me for, but you seem lost." He pointed out.

"I apologize about that. I only wanted to..uhm see you, I hadn’t seen you in days, I thought..." She trailed off with a sigh as she confessed in a small, barely audible voice.

"I had so much work to take care of since Draco abandoned everything for me and went on a vacation with his wife, especially after the invasion of the Blackthorne kingdom and the powerful relic in our possession, things are a bit hectic with the royal court and in the supernatural realm." He explained with an exasperated scoff.

"I see." She said in a whisper.

"Don’t think for a moment that I wouldn’t see you if I had the chance, there’s no place I’d rather be than with you." He said, his soft voice soothing to her troubled mind as he came to stand in front of her, tilting her chin up so she would look at him.

"The vampire who attacked me, Valerie." She mentioned hesitantly, she hadn’t want to talk about it or his past affairs with his mistresses, but the jealousy that gnawed through her soul the moment the spiteful Vampire told her she was his favourite mistress, was indescribable.

"What about her?" Zamiel asked, his countenance unfazed as usual.

"She claimed to be your Imperial courtesan, precisely as she said, your favourite mistress." She implied, a hint of bitterness coating her tone, the words spitting out of her lips felt as if she was eating glass, it made her stomach churn painfully.

"There’s nothing for you to be jealous of love, she means nothing." He said, sincerity swirling deep in his eyes.

She smiled sheepishly, it was all she wanted. Reassurance. He caressed her cheeks, leaned down and gave her a kiss on both sides, making her face heat up.

Their proximity crackled with tension, an unlikely yet undeniable magnetism drawing them together. With a hesitant step, Malika closed the distance, her heartbeat echoing in the silence. Zamiel’s breath hitched as she raised a trembling hand, caressing his angular, sharp jaw.

Wounding her small arms around his shoulder, she stretched on her toes as she planted her pliant, delicious lips on his equally luscious ones.

Their lips met tentatively at first, an amalgamation of heat and ice, fire and serenity. Zamiel’s lips, possessing an infernal heat, ignited a consuming passion within the Malika’s soul. His kiss was fervent, raw, a reflection of untamed desire restrained for eons.

In response, Malika’s kiss held an exquisite innocence, a delicate tenderness that tempered with his untamed ferocity. Her touch, feather-light and pure, seemed to exude an otherworldly warmth, melting the icy barriers that he had fortified around his heart.

Their union was a collision of contradictory ancestral bloodlines, the demon’s primal hunger entwined with the angel’s divine purity. As the kiss deepened, the room became a realm suspended between worlds, where light and darkness danced an intricate waltz, each seeking solace in the embrace of the other.

Zamiel, once consumed by chaos, now found solace in her embrace, feeling a sense of tranquility he had never known. Meanwhile, Malika, once sheltered in celestial innocence, discovered a forbidden ecstasy in the demon’s touch, awakening a dormant passion within her.

Their kiss lingered, a testament to the forbidden allure that defied the boundaries of their existence and contrasting nature. It was a moment frozen in time, where the clash of their disparate essences merged, entwining them in an unforeseen connection that transcended the forbidden collisiom.

As they reluctantly parted, their breaths mingled, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. Zamiel’s ember eyes bore into the angel’s, conveying a depth of emotion uncharted in their realms. Malika’s gaze, a mosaic of conflicting emotions, reflected both the yearning for more and the realization of the forbidden nature of their liaison, still yet she was ready to tread down the path of their forbidden love.