The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 321: Nostalgic Liaisons

Chapter 321: Nostalgic Liaisons

Still reeling from the aftershock of the ecstatic moment, she barely got a grip on herself before he started ripping their clothes off with the vigor of a ferocious being.

Within a matter of moments, they were both facing each other completely stripped and naked.

Their eyes roamed about their flawless bodies, taking a good moment to savor each other’s remarkable form.

He took in every inch of her curve and silhouette under the dim moonlight, it was a mesmerizing sight his eyes craved to see, he missed every familiar inch of her.

Her slender shoulders, full supple breasts inviting him to devour without mercy, nipples hardened from arousal. His eyes narrowed down to her slim waist and then her beautiful hips connected to long, slender legs.

Remarkably sculpted, she was. The mere sight of her inevitable graceful presence made his Adam’s apple bobble up and down his throat.

Meanwhile, the instant he stripped off, her eyes reflected anxiousness and enthrallment. Nervousness, like a pile of rock, settled heavily on her chest, but the maelstrom of erotic desires and longing brewing within the pit of her stomach overwhelmed her senses.

Her eyes widened in wonder and sheer amazement drank in his glorious sight. How could a man be this remarkable? She pondered inwardly as her jade orbs surveyed his flawless form.

presence commanded attention, and his bare upper body was a canvas upon which the very essence of diabolical beauty was etched. His flawlessly muscular physique seemed chiseled by otherworldly forces, a testament to the supernatural strength that coursed through his veins. The mere sight of him sent shivers down the spines of mortals and immortals alike, for his physicality transcended the boundaries of mortal comprehension.

His firm broad shoulders were firmly attached to a pair of sinewy powerful arms, the muscles rippled and stretched with every slight movement he made, hinting at the raw surge of power hidden beneath it.

His biceps, sinewy and powerful, they flexed with each movement, resembling coiled serpents ready to strike. The play of light and shadow on these bulging orbs accentuated the sculpted perfection of his arms, a symphony of strength and grace. As he moved, the muscles rippled like dark waves beneath his taut skin, weaving a mesmerizing tapestry of raw power.

Her eyes scoured down to his taut chest, rising and falling softly as he let out raspy, hoarse breaths and then, down to his flawlessly sculpted ridges adorning his abdomen which she felt the urge to run her fingers through and feel the hardness of his skin beneath her fingertips.

Draco’s abdominal region was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, a manifestation of diabolical allure. His abs, etched like ancient runes, formed a pattern that seemed to whisper tales of forbidden knowledge and arcane mysteries. Each defined ridge and contour drew the gaze like a gravitational force, creating an entrancing dance of fascination. A subtle sheen adorned his skin, adding an ethereal glow to the intricate tapestry of his abdominal muscles.

The very air around Draco seemed to be charged with an intoxicating energy as if the essence of the underworld itself cloaked him in an aura of seduction.

His diabolical beauty transcended the physical, weaving an enchantment that left onlookers in a state of silent awe. Those who dared to meet his gaze found themselves ensnared in a figurative chokehold, captivated by the magnetic pull of his presence.

Draco moved with a feline grace that belied his infernal heritage, as he moved closer to her. His bare upper body, a testament to both supernatural might and diabolical allure, became a symbol of fear and desire swirling into her orbs.

As Rama beheld Draco’s bare upper body, her eyes traced the contours of his form with a mixture of reverence and desire. Her eyes scoured lower but before she could go any farther down, he tilted her chin up, gently grabbing her neck as he pulled her closer and slammed his lips on hers, all in an undetectable swift motion.

He kissed her hungrily, like a parched man deprived of water and she kissed him back with the same fervor, their naked bodies rubbing against each other, emitting an undeniable friction that sent sensual sparks erupting in their veins.

His hands found their way to her twin peaks seated perfectly on her chest, he groped and pulled slightly, releasing a moan from her lips amidst the kiss. He fondled her full breasts, squeezing her supple peaks firmly, while skillfully stroking her hardened nipples with his thumb.

Every gesture from him as he sent her to an oblivious world of pleasure was vaguely familiar as if she had been there before despite the unfamiliarity, like nostalgic liaisons.

The kiss broke and his hands pulled away from her breasts which were still craving his touch, but in the next moment, they were groping her waist as he effortlessly turned her over with one quick action, bending her over in front of him as he made her lie face front on the table.

Without opposition, she lay there willingly while staring at their reflection through the mirror. He was standing beside her, hands groping her waist firmly in position while he skillfully parted her trembling legs to pave the way to her extremely juicy entrance.

And when she looked at her own reflection, she was staring back at another version of herself, driven with lust and face etched with anticipation. Her eyes mirrored desires that seemed to burn into her jade eyes, her lips parted as soft, inaudible moans escaped from them.

At that moment in time, she was completely absent minded, unable to have a rational thought of her own, rather all she could think about was the insurmountable amount of pleasure the beautiful demon was stimulating in every cell of her body.

The only thing reflecting in her lustful gaze at that instant was the longing for him to fill her aching insides and every second that passed without her feeling him inside of her only fueled her crazed longing.

Her thoughts were unexpectedly disrupted as he collided his hard cork inside her slippery, wet chambers. The sensation of his hardness colliding against her wet insides took her to an unparalleled dimension of ecstasy.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she choked on her moans, while he thrust his hip into hers with an exceptional stamina.

She could feel the intense throbbing of her heart against the ribcage as his pace intensified, slobber dropping from her mouth as she clutched on invisible pearls.

"Ahh, Draco..." She moaned shakily.

He pushed and pulled vigorously with a bestial dash as he hammered her walls, the friction of his hard cork stroking against her sensitive walls as he filled her insides left her reeling in ecstasy.

His intense gaze as he pulled in and out of her was fixated on her beautiful face as he watched her countenance twisted with pleasure, his eyes never wavered from her sight as he worshipped every inch of her.

Moaning was out of the question for her, she could barely even breathe as she constantly choked on her breath from the intensifying, nerve wrecking pleasure she was being thrown into.

With every vigorous push and pull, the table moved and creaked violently until the mirror atop it fell to crash violently on the floor. Despite the breaking sound of glass smattering on the floor, their attention never wavered from each other as the world around them faded into nothingness.

The only sound she could hear were his intoxicating moans ringing in her ears as they reverberated from beneath his throat like a growl.

"You taste divine." He growled softly as he grind his hips against hers with a primal intensity.

The slurping sound of their collision as he pounded her fervently echoed throughout the room, sating the air with the inevitable flame of desires.

Every satisfying stroke from him left her in a senseless state of delirium as she moaned loudly, her fingers scraping the surface of the table as her veins sparked with ecstasy.

Their symphonic moans echoed down the halls and as he delved deeper, their sense of bliss elevated until they were both drowning in a sea of inevitable euphoria.

Their heavy breathing resonated in the four corners of the room as he reached places that sent her begging him for more, numerous wings fluttering in her belly at the inexplicable sensation and as they reached their climax, she opened her eyes to see the reflection of her wasted self, beads of sweat adorning her face washed with pleasure.

In the next second, she could feel him exploding inside of her, it was unlike any thing she had ever experienced, it was simply an outstanding feeling.

Her legs wobbled like spaghetti as she continued lying down on the table, she could barely move her drained limbs, she felt utterly struck with immobility.

Her eyes felt droopy with the heavy weight of sleep and her body jerked violently from the aftershock as he slipped his glistening cork out of her.

Embarrassment washed down on her from their intimate involvement, her face burned red but not a hint of regret graced her countenance, she would make the same choice all over again, not just because he was her acclaimed demon mate, but simply because she could barely resist the palpable connection between them.

She couldn’t resist him.