The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 353

As they parted away reluctantly while kissing, Draven spoke, looking at his mate who was panting lightly. "We should stop here or I might not be able to leave anymore."

Ember knew she wouldn't be able to handle him anymore either. Though her body had started to expect intimate things again after listening to his sweet indirect confession, her mind was rational to know her own body's condition. She was in a desperate need of rest.

Draven pecked on her forehead gently and pulled the blanket up to cover her bare chest which was painted with the sweet assault he made on her delicate body.

"Rest well," he said and stood up to leave.

Ember nodded and she watched him leaving. 'He seems so different. Was he always like this, so tender and sincere? Why do I want him to stay back? Why do I still want him to be with me?'

Just then, Ember's servants entered the King's chamber which pulled her out of her thoughts. All along while letting her servants help her, Ember was simply thinking about Draven while sitting inside the pool of hot water. A pleasant smile didn't leave her lips as she continued to remember the words he said to her when she asked 'What am I to you?'

She gave a thought about what he had said to her, repeating each and every word in her mind.

'Why did it feel like he likes me...umm loves me? It's not all because I am just his mate but he seems to really feel that way about me? Am I wrong? To think of it, even if I am not sure about him, I guess, I like him...I love him. Only if he stops overdoing things, everything will be perfect. We can get more time to show what we feel instead of me lying in bed all the time." Her gaze turned determined, 'Soon I will tell him what I feel for him. I never felt this way before, it feels good...really good...this lovely feeling which I thought I will never be able to feel.' The smile on her lips widened, as she thought more about it. 'I can't wait to see him again. I hope he returns soon.'

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Draven appeared in his study where Morpheus had arrived to meet him as well. The moment Morpheus entered the study and went closer to Draven's desk, he could smell the strong scent of Ember on him. He sighed inwardly to ignore it and for a moment cursed for having such sharp senses.

Morpheus bowed to Draven by lowering his head a little to give him the respect of a king as he was there with the authority of the Commander of Warriors. "Good Morning, Your Majesty."

Draven accepted the greetings with a light nod and signaled Morpheus to have a seat.

Morpheus let out an annoyed sigh as he mumbled while sitting, "It's so annoying to play this King and his subject role after so long."

"No one is forcing you to. You can just get to the point," Draven said as he heard Morpheus who didn't bother hiding his displeasure and neither did Draven mind it.

Morpheus tilted his head and then spoke after a small pause as if he came up to decide on something very important, "I think that would be best as no one is here. It can spare me from pretending to be your most treasured subject which I am sure not."

Draven offered him his usual cold glare, "I don't have much time for you. Make it fast." _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

Morpheus smiled playfully, "Neither do I, Your Majesty."