The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 378

When the two parted away, Draven found his mate all breathless and panting heavily while he himself was the same. She opened her hazy eyes to look at him, her gaze silently saying she didn't find it enough.

Draven could see through her and how she was expecting more from him. "If I do more, you will once again end up cursing your heart out."

Draven could still clearly hear her voice in his head when she angrily called him a monster. That brief memory of her adorable anger never missed to bring smiles to his lips.

"I won't curse as long as you won't overdo it," she remarked.

"I cannot not overdo it," he whispered hoarsely. "You think too highly of me. I am unable to control myself when it comes to you. I will always want more of you and I can never stop until I am fully satisfied."

"I don't mind you wanting me but..."

"But?""

"At some point, I want to stop but I can't stop you...and..." She lowered her head, feeling like she was complaining but then heard him sigh.

"Tell me."

"That...feeling of helplessness is what I hate," she replied with reluctance with her head still lowered. "Since you are not human, our endurance is not the same, so I hope you can be a little more mindful of my state. I enjoy doing it with you but I have my limits. I had been feeling helpless all my life but I don't want to feel like that ever again. That feeling is frustrating when I can do nothing but keep bearing it."

Draven understood what she meant. His hand moved to her chin and he made her look at him. "I will keep this in mind and will never let you feel helpless again."

She felt better to hear his promise. "Thank you."

"You don't have to," he said and kissed her once more. As things have started, it wouldn't just stop there.

Soon, two naked bodies were on the large bed, engaged in passionate intimacy, their loud pants and cries of pleasure echoing inside that chamber like music.

After some time, Ember felt she could no longer take it any more. Her sweaty body felt as if it had lost every ounce of its energy.

"D-Draven, I...can't take it anymore...I need to rest..."

Draven, who had buried his face in the crook of her neck after that intense release, lifted his head to look at her. Her sweet scent had driven him near-crazy once more, but he wanted to keep his word to her. He observed her tired face and used his fingers to push away those hair strands stuck to her sweaty face.

"As you say."

He intended to keep his promise that he would not let her feel helpless ever again, so despite his urges still demanding for more, he chose to stop. He moved to lay on the space next to her and scooped her into his arms. "Sleep well."

A content smile painted on her lips. That he kept his words and listened when she asked him to stop caused a sweet feeling to flutter in her heart. This felt heavenly-- like a perfect pair of how a husband and wife should be.

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