The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 324

Draven looked at her exposed mounds with the gaze of a predator. Her scent of fresh jasmines and the scent of her being in her fertile days altogether was making him go crazy. One thought was dominating his mind--that he could not wait to bury himself deep inside her and fill her up to the brim.

His large palms groped her soft round mounds, and then his warm mouth swooped down to devour them. His coarse tongue played with those perky buds that were stiffly waiting for his attention.

"Draven...ahhh..."

In between gasps, she called out his name. Each time he suckled and nibbled, she would arch her back in response, her hands clutching on his strong shoulders as if to encourage her to be rougher.

"Mhm?" he responded, but it was more the kind of response that showed one was enjoying a tasty treat.

His teeth grazed her delicate skin, leaving a trail of marks behind, and the stark contrast of those marks against her delicately white skin tempted the beast inside him to bite her and test her blood.

But no, not yet.

Draven parted her legs with his knee, preparing to settle himself between them. He leaned down to swoop her into another kiss, while his hand moved to her wet folds, brushing and stroking his fingers against forbidden territory.

"Ahh, wait--mmph!"

But his unruly mouth swallowed her moans, kissing her roughly as his nimble fingers made her tremble.

She found him sliding his finger inside her and could not help but call out in alarm, "D-Draven!"

The strong scent of her arousal was making him go crazy, tempting him to go back on his words of not hurting her. The urge to take liberties on her was staggering. He wanted to consume everything she could offer, to simply push his entirety inside the woman and make her cry out from his sudden invasion. He wanted to pound into her again and again and again until his hunger was fully satisfied...to the point she would even forget her own name, and only remember the ecstasy he made her feel.

As it was, his rough fingers showed no mercy as they moved in and out of her, his movements laced with a sense of urgency, wanting to properly prepare her to receive his entirety.

He had long stopped kissing her, but didn't stop thrusting his fingers inside her, even deigning to add another one to stretch her, making her flinch and arch her back once more. Draven wanted to remain sane, but the beast inside him was going insane. He wanted to take her, to hurt her, to make her cry out his name--

"Ngghh...you're too...ahhh...I'm about to--"

Her hands clutched onto the parted sides of his robe around his chest, her body squirming under the intense pleasure he was giving her. The sensation was too strong for her to handle, and she could not even form a coherent thought in her head. Even she herself didn't know why she was holding onto him.

Did she reach out of instinct to hold onto him like a lifeline, or was it a desperate protest against his still clothed body?

"I want you, Ember."

His hoarse voice almost sounded like a growl as he appreciated the rosy flush on the cheeks of the beauty drowning in pleasure. Her response was nothing more than incoherent noises, gasps followed by moans that seemed to resemble a plea.

She was about to get her sweet release. Just a little more, a little--

But Draven stopped. Panting heavily, she offered him a displeased look with her brows knitted together.

"I was...why...?" Her haze-filled eyes blinked back the frustrated tears about to erupt from her eyes. She was so close!

With his face just an inch away from her, her black-hearted mate spoke with deliberate slowness.

"I said, I want you, Ember." pan(da-n0vel.c)om