The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 367

This was not their first kiss, and though back then Morpheus decided to stop it as mere brushing of lips, today, he didn't wish to stop.

His lips gently captured her lips, the kiss chaste and innocent and unmistakably affectionate, respectful even, showing how pure his feelings were for her, but such tenderness disappeared the moment she opened her mouth to demand more from him.

Her encouragement was not left unanswered. As she gave him permission to deepen their kiss, Morpheus responded in kind, what little self-control he had left slowly fading into the background. He sucked and nibbled her lips like the sweetest delicacy, and she did the same, their hot breaths mixing together.

His tongue was invasive in its exploration, and hers equally thorough. Their kiss became more and more intense as they gave in more to their desires.

She let out soft moans as her hands moved through the hair at the back of his head, pulling him into a more passionate kiss. Morpheus found himself reacting to her touches, the upper half of his body hovering over her, half-kneeling on the bed with one of his feet still planted on the floor.

Further deepening their kiss, Morpheus' hand moved to the back of her head, supporting her to angle her face and keep her eagerness steady. He wanted to slowly enjoy her taste, but Ember enthusiasm was causing all his restraints to snap far quicker than he wanted.

Though he was a beast, he didn't want to lose control and go wild. He wanted to treasure Ember and wanted to limit themselves to merely kissing given her situation.

'For now...for now, this is enough.'

After briefly pulling away to let her breath, he slid his tongue into the sweet cavern of her mouth once more, and she welcomed it with all her heart. His tongue explored her mouth, relishing its sweetness, and her tongue tried to keep up with his.

Satisfied groans left his throat as she answered his love with moans of her own.

"I love you, Ember."

"I love you too..."

Still gasping for breath, Ember closed her eyes and continued to kiss the man in front of her, the man she had grown to love... the man with black hair and red eyes.

Meanwhile, the elf couple, Baruel and Reese, had returned to the cottage after rushing back from their house in the city proper. Reese headed to the kitchen that she had turned into a makeshift workroom, while Baruel went towards the guestroom to check on any changes on Ember's wellbeing.

However, Baruel was an elf, and though an elder specializing in herbs, his senses were still sharper than most. He did not need to see what was going on inside and didn't dare go towards the door.

After several seconds of standing in a daze on the hallway, he turned around and left the way he came.

When he returned to his wife who was measuring herbs before boiling them inside a metal pot, she didnot even turn her head towards him as she asked, "How is Lady Ember?"

"...Seems fine."

"Is she still unconscious?"

"She is awake."

Though surprised, Reese quickly accepted it. "Truly deserving of being the special human chosen by His Majesty." She then returned her attention to the potion. "Is she having strong hallucinations?"

"Umm, not sure," Baruel replied hesitantly as he didn't know what to think about her situation.

"What do you mean by not sure?" Reese felt annoyed at the uncertain answer. "I sent you to check on her, or else Commander will think we don't worry about her. Go back and see if the Commander needs anything."