The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 236

As comfortable silence fell on the two, Ember wondered what else she could talk about, but then the spire of the palace came into her sight and she felt relief.

‘Soon, we will be arriving. Just need to hold back for a little while.’

With their conversation no longer there to distract her, the silence engulfing the two of them starts to grow uncomfortable once more. Though she wasn’t meaning to, she began to find herself getting immersed in Draven’s scent.

‘I need a distraction. We need to talk some more!’

But not knowing what else was there to say, Ember could only keep quiet, and once again, her senses were zeroing on her loud heartbeats.

By then, the sun was already setting. It was dark by the time they reached the gates of the palace. The five horses stopped by the entrance of the building, and Erlos, Reya and Clio climbed down from their horses first. The two female elves were about to attend to their master, but as they turned to look at the large beautiful black stallion at the rear of the group, they were shocked.

“Where did Miss go?”

“Weren’t they here just now? I saw His Majesty helping Miss get down the horse.”

Clio found the flower bouquet on the ground and picked it up.

“Could it be…?”

Erlos disturbed the two servants, “You don’t need to worry about Miss.”

The Moon Elves nodded as they understood that the King had already taken her away.

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Inside the top floor of the southwest wing of the palace, two figures appeared out of nowhere, a man and a woman. The moment they appeared, the man pressed the delicate woman against the stone wall of the hallway and tugged the hair at the back of her head to make her look up at him. Without giving her a chance to realize what was going on, his lips captured hers into a passionate kiss.

Ember was startled, but as if it was the most natural thing, she kissed him back. Pressed against the wall behind, she received her harsh, rough kisses without backing down.

Draven harshly sucked and nibbled her lips, cradling her head to angle her face, not even paying attention to her struggle of keeping up with him. All he knew at this moment was the desire he felt–a thirst so overwhelming, he wanted to taste every inch of his mate, to have her quench that terrible, terrible thirst.

Ember could only give in to him to let him have his way while she enjoyed that dominating, breathtaking kiss.

Draven, half losing his sanity as he gave in to his instinct’s demands, gradually tightened his grip on her hair, to the point it was pulling at the scalp at the back of her head, causing her to wince in pain.

Loud needy groans from his throat and the heavy breathing mixed with the light moans from his mate, echoed in the hallway. His dominating tongue not letting go of hers even for a moment, turning her breathless.