The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 323

Ember's soft, slender body trembled under her man, the anticipation of what's to come causing her muffled moans to turn into seductive cries of yearning. What she felt for this man was a raging fire threatening to ruin whatever was left of her rationality, and he obviously wanted her as badly as she was for him.

Maybe more.

The man's rough hand caressed one side of her face, his other hand still holding onto her small waist, his hold possessive as his needy mouth claimed hers with raw passion, his tongue dominating her small mouth in a manner that left her breathless. She tasted sweet, sweeter than anything he had ever tasted, and it was addictive, making him grow more impatient at the thought of tasting the rest of her delightful body. His hot breath mingled with hers, making her cold skin burn with the fire ignited inside him.

The scents emitting from their bodies were getting stronger with the increasing desires inside them, drowning them in temptation, causing them to lose the last thread of patience they held.

Riiiiiiip!

The fabric on her waist was torn away, exposing parts of her tender skin, and his free hand moved along the curves of her body, up and down, as if to worship its beauty. The ripping sound continued as his hand continued to explore her body, his fingers seemingly teasing her sensitive neck, her soft mounds and further down towards her exposed stomach and the curve of her waist, only to settle back on her chest, squeezing and kneading her mounds with his large palm, finding that clothing of hers an annoyance, something to tear apart immediately like a wrapper of a present.

His aggressive actions caused her to let out pants of desire, but they were being sucked by his unruly mouth as he kissed her without restraint. With their bodies pressed together, their most savage urges were stoked--

"Draven..." she whispered, her voice low and breathless after another round of torrid kissing. She didn't know what exactly it was that she wanted, but she knew that this man was the only one who could give it to her. "Please..."

Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips wet and parted, and her emerald green eyes were staring at him, begging...

She needed him. She wanted him. She was desperately asking him to give her what she could not come up to say.

As he pulled away from her, giving her time to catch her breath, his pair of burning red eyes closely looked into her hazy ones before roaming the beautiful body presented before him. Her nightgown was a mess, his earlier rough handling causing the fabric to be ripped to pieces, showing more skin than covering it. Parts of her supple skin and soft curves were exposed for him to appreciate, even adding a flavor of intrigue to his raging desire, and he could not help but lick his lips at the feast he was about to devour.

His hand stopped at the neckline of her nightgown as he said, "I want to see your body."

His crude words pulled Ember back to her senses, and her heart almost stopped at the realization that kissing was not the only thing they would be doing tonight. She gulped as her last remaining bit of sanity appealed to her.

"A-Are we...?" She could not come up to say it.

"Don't you want it?" he asked, peering closely into those eyes lingering between fear and excitement. Her body was honest, and as if to point it out, he ran his fingers down her chest, down to the exposed part of her flat stomach. This caused her body to tremble in lust.

"I..." Does she not want it? She sure did but... "...hurts..."

"It won't." He realized the cause of her fear. "This time, it won't be as bad. The first time is always the worst."

Her entire body was covered in goosebumps as she recalled his size. "But..."

"This time, I will make you feel good. It won't hurt. I won't let you be hurt. Trust me."

She still had a complicated look on her face, and he tenderly brought up one of her hands to his face, planting soft kisses on her fingertips as if to show how good he would be towards her. "Will you trust me, my mate?"

He had never sounded this gentle to her, and it was as if she was seeing a new side of him--or maybe, it was more precise to say he was a completely different Draven. Since when had he learned to be so gentle and caring?

Her eyes strayed away from his face, and only then did she realize he was almost straddling her--almost, because he was half-hovering over her with a body trying its best to control its primal instincts towards its mate. His muscles appeared strained, like a predator barely stopping himself from pouncing on its delicious prey. If she were to say 'no', she knew that Draven would respect her decision even if every part of his body was screaming at him to take her.

'This is a man worthy of my trust.'

Despite her obvious fears, Ember lightly nodded, not knowing from where she was gaining that courage. She decided to trust him, her instinct telling her that her mate would not deliberately hurt her. pan(da-n0vel.c)om

Draven's hands moved to her shoulders and pulled her nightgown down her shoulders, fully exposing her delicate skin and that smooth curve where his crimson mate mark was located. The tips of fingers brushed lightly over the mark before tracing her prominent collarbones, leaving behind a trail of heat as they touched her skin, making her gasp and shiver. _{freewebnoveℓ.com}