The Devil's Cursed Witch

Draven didn’t keep his little mate waiting. He leaned his face closer to hers, and his one glove-covered hand tipped her face upwards until their eyes met. Without warning, his free hand moved to the small of her back, and her lean body was pressed against his tall and stronger one, effectively getting rid of the little space between them.

His thin and warm lips brushed over hers, making her gasp. She could no longer wait and sloppily planted her lips on his. Draven smirked at her weak attempt at kissing him where she knew what she wanted, but didn’t know how to go about it.

He pulled back a little to look into those enchanting emerald green eyes of hers, and whispered against her lips, “Impatient… aren’t we?”

Her face betrayed her confusion, but she gave him a displeased look and looked at him with accusing eyes as if he had taken away her favourite toy. In her lust-filled haze, she stared at his lips and licked her own in anticipation.

The first time he had kissed her in his study, she was, at best, a novice, but now her face spoke of experience, and it was clear she had expectations:expectations he would definitely meet._.

‘Only if she knew what and how she is behaving like. I am sure she would want to bury herself once more,” he thought to himself in amusement.

Draven still held himself back, but he couldn’t suppress the tiny flame of pleasure at how she had initiated contact, and even seemed to have come to anticipate their moments together, even though it was more than likely fueled by their bond.

He tried:and failed:to quell the traitorous side of his soul that wished she had come to him naturally. ‘Only if it was not due to the effect of the bond. Only if she wanted me on her own.’

He silently wished that she would be fully aware of her actions when the time came to consummate their bond, so that she would come to him willingly. She needed to learn how to take control of the impulses to thrust on them by the bond, and he would gladly teach her.

He couldn’t wait for the day when she would have learned how to control her impulses, but still readily sought him out to consummate their union. That would be the day he would not wait even for a single moment. That would be the day she would be truly his…his mate…

Under her demanding gaze, Draven brought his face within an inch of hers, and his heated breath fanned her flushed, pink skin. He slowly captured her lips between his, and sucked on them as if they were the juiciest fruits.

Closing her eyes in apparent rapture, she got on her tiptoes, and, just like him, leisurely nibbled on his thin lips. She let him cradle the back of her head in his hands, while her hands bypassed his tailcoat and gripped his white shirt tightly.

Ember relaxed into his hold, as he played with her lips, sending a thrill racing through her body. All at once, it felt like her soul had met its salvation, and his soft touch filled the empty crevices in her body and satiated the need that had always clung to her. She felt him everywhere, and her senses were arrested by his overwhelming warmth and scent. Her body shook with desire, and she kissed him with all the fervency she had to spare.

The lurking servants acted as if nothing was amiss, but quickly scurried out of the garden when they saw that their king was having an intimate moment with his mate.  Within a few seconds, the Dragon and his mates were the only living people in the garden, and it felt like they were locked in their own world.

Unaware of what was happening around them, the two needy souls continued kissing, so much so that they didn’t realize their gentle kiss had turned into a more passionate one.  With his hand at the back of her head to keep her steady, and his long fingers tangled in her long, luxurious hair, he deepened the kiss, eliciting a deep moan from her.

Her scent never failed to arouse his carnal instincts, and their tongues duelled for dominance in her mouth. He pressed their bodies even closer, and angled his head, so that his coarse tongue plunged even deeper into her mouth.

His poor mate wanted to do the same, but she couldn’t match his intensity.  Concerned, he drew back and gazed at her with knowing eyes. His red eyes reflected the unbridled desire that she had unknowingly ignited in his soul.

Panting heavily, her cautious eyes rested on his, and she felt his hands move towards her cheek. Those glove-covered fingers settled at her chin, and he pinched it slightly, forcing her to let out a slight exhale of pain.

“You need to work your tongue the way I am doing,” he started. “If you want it so desperately, then put in some more effort.” His words were gentle, but his impatient gaze signalled a warning, as it was clear that he was gradually losing control, and would soon do the unsaid.

She looked spellbound, and nodded her head in agreement, though it seemed she didn’t know what she was assenting to.

“Show me your tongue,” he commanded gently.

She obediently stuck out the tip of her tiny, pink tongue, and, in his opinion, she had never looked more seductive. The sight set off a pang of longing in his loins, and he immediately regretted the brief interlude in their kissing. He couldn’t wait to trap that tiny tongue of hers in his mouth again and suck it till she was left breathless.

His heated gaze lingered on her face which was nothing less than a pure dose of seduction to him. Her face flushed at his evident desire, and, with her tongue on display in this erotic way, he wondered if she knew the type of effect she had on his senses. Her small mouth, her tiny tongue, and her innocent, flushed face only served to heighten his desire.

His mind was filled with all the wild thoughts about what he could do to his mate as far as his mind could think but then….there was no limit to his wild thoughts…