The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 325

Touch him…?

Even though his words were vague, she understood what he meant precisely because she too wanted that. To reach out and wrap her fingers around that length, to feel those bulging veins so prominent on his hardness…

She was spellbound, and before she knew it, her small hand had moved down, brushing against that throbbing piece of erect flesh with her cold trembling fingers, before wrapping it firmly in her hand.

Draven hissed with his jaw clenched the moment she touched it, while Ember found herself growing breathless in amazement.

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest at the size that a single hand of hers could barely hold—that hot pulsating manhood seemingly still growing larger in her hand. She could not believe this thing had been inside her. She moved her hand, slowly sliding from the head down to feel it entirely, and at that move, it twitched and throbbed against her palm. A low throaty groan escaped her man's lips, the corded muscles of his arms visibly tightening.

"You playing with fire, Ember," he hissed. He asked her to touch but he didn't expect her to move her hand like this. That warm palm felt indescribably soft, and the pressure of her grasp caused his entire body to stiffen. It took him all of his willpower to prevent himself from punishing his cheeky little mate and ravishing her body until she begs for mercy.

"I like fire," she replied in a brazen manner, stroking his length as if to prove her point.

"You have no idea what such fire can cause you."

His warning was received by another teasing stroke.

"You are the one who told me to touch you," she retorted, still not letting go of his manhood. Seeing the intense struggle in his eyes, she had a passing thought, 'It feels strangely good to see him react this way.'

He gritted his teeth as his darkening red eyes pressed her. "So bold, huh? I might make you regret it."

She enjoyed seeing him like this, to see him struggling at her mercy. Under the naughty movements of her hand, the muscles on his entire body were covered in delicious sweat, each sharp line and plane showing how much he was restraining himself.

"Make me regret it, then," she said boldly, unaware how she was nothing more than a little kitten taunting a dangerous wild beast.

Draven wanted to let go of himself, to flip her on her stomach and bury himself deep inside her but….he said he wouldn't hurt her. He wanted to teach her exactly how dangerous a game she was playing, that she was provoking an untamable beast, but he stopped himself.

'Just you wait.' pan(da-n0vel.c)om _{freēwēbnovel.com}