The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503: I Don’t Deserve You

Arlan parted her lips with his tongue, seeking entry into her mouth. A soft moan escaped from her as his intrusion deepened the kiss, causing her turbulent emotions to recede into the background, while awakening the hidden desire she held for the man she loved.

Clutching his robe tighter with her fingers, she slowly yielded to his advances, surrendering to her own inability to resist him. This familiar surrender was nothing new; it had always been this way, and she found herself powerless against him.

She responded to the kiss with a gentle surrender, allowing herself to lose control, reciprocating what he was doing to her.

Sensing her response at last, Arlan abandoned any restraint and kissed her with a passionate fervor, as if there were no tomorrow. It wasn’t just him; the beast within him yearned for intimacy with her, stoking the already blazing fire inside him. And now that he had the opportunity, he had no intention of letting go. Low, appreciative growls escaped his throat as his mouth fervently devoured her, their hearts beating in synchrony.

The room had already been set for their wedding night, adding to the charged atmosphere of this moment, filling that place with soft moans and groans. The shadow two standing figures embracing each other intimately, could be seen on the wall opposite.

After long, when he finally pulled away from her lips, they were both breathless. His desire-filled eyes locked onto his mate, who was trying to catch her breath, as if she had been suffocated by their intense and intimate connection.

"Do you still claim that you feel nothing for me?" his voice rasped, his hands still keeping her close. "Your response just now suggests otherwise."

Oriana took her time to catch her breath, her mind spinning, her heartbeats drowning out his words. After a while, as she regained some composure, she lifted her head to meet his intense gaze, filled with desire yet overshadowed by the disappointment and anger stemming from her previous words. ’Finding another woman? Never.’

Oriana panicked a little and pushed him away, but it was more like he let her go on his own accord when she struggled to be free. He was not going to force her for anything. It was the decision to be taken together.

"Do you still dare to deny what you feel?" he demanded, "You clearly...."

"My grandfather killed your mother," she confessed, interrupting his words. Panic and anguish filled her eyes as she spoke the painful truth. "I saw... the memories of that witch... my grandfather truly killed your mother," her voice trembled, and tears, which she had held back until now, finally flowed freely. "He... really did it... You were there; you witnessed it too... I didn’t believe you..."

Her tearful expression revealed the agony of her shattered trust. Her grandfather had been the only person she had ever truly believed in her entire life. Even if the heavens themselves had accused him of wrongdoing, she would have never believed it. However, now she had seen it with her own eyes. The memories of a dying person could never be false.

She had made her choice to stand by the man she had spent twenty years of her life with, because though a sinner he was going to die soon and her love and care towards him won’t disappear just because what he did in the past. Her grandfather’s love and care for her was genuine. He was her family. Humans are complex being who could never break ties with people they love.

Arlan observed as she continued to cry, allowing her emotions to pour out. It was the first time since her awakening that he had witnessed her tears and her willingness to express her feelings openly. To him, it was a welcome sight, far better than her keeping everything bottled up inside, as she had done since waking.

Once she fell silent, no longer able to speak through her sobs, Arlan made his way toward her. He paid no heed to her resistance, pulling her into a tight embrace. She weakly attempted to push him away, but her efforts gradually subsided, and she yielded to his hold.

Arlan held her close, offering her comfort, his hand gently stroking her head as she sobbed against his chest.

"It must have been difficult for you," he whispered when her sobs began to lessen.

She didn’t respond, and he didn’t expect her to. All he wanted was for her to know that he was there for her, to hear what he was going to say the next.