The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 573

Chapter 573: When I Saw You Taking A Bath

In the dimly lit chamber, clothes lay scattered on the floor amidst other discarded items. A delicate figure lay limp on the bed, her sweat-slicked back pressed against the man’s chest as both panted heavily. His fingers intertwined with hers, and he nuzzled the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply to savor her scent after hours of exhausting passion.

"Is it satisfying, my love?" he whispered.

"It is...now, no more..." Her hoarse whisper barely reached his ears.

He gently nibbled at her earlobe and murmured, "The night is still young."

"I can’t take any more."

Despite her protest, he smirked against her earlobe and teased, "You are my demoness, the only one strong enough to endure me."

"I am tired...I..."

"You’ll recover soon and crave more," he assured her.

As he spoke, he traced a path of soft kisses down her back, making Oriana wonder if he was obsessed with it, as this intimacy always seemed to focus there. Even though it had been just two nights, this pattern was unmistakable to her.

"Do you... like my back that much?" she asked, striving for composure under his seductive touch.

As he continued his tender explorations, he replied, "Since the night I saw you bathing in secret, the sight of your back has never left my mind. It haunts me every night..."

Oriana, shocked, attempted to turn towards him. "When did I..."

Arlan pressed a firm hand against her back, keeping her in place as he indulged his deepest fantasies about her. "At Ahren’s," he confessed.

Using the last of her strength, she tried again to face him. "You... you saw me? How could you... Ah..."

As he bit gently into the curve of her back, Arlan’s voice was a whisper of dark velvet. "Did you think if someone is doing something secretly in my own chamber and I would not know about it?" He bit again, sharper this time, the sting sharp but not breaking skin.

"You... Ah... Stop biting me..."

Ignoring her plea, he moved lower to her soft, round buttocks.

His hands gripped firmly, his teeth grazing softly, prompting her to exclaim, "What are you doing?"

He responded by biting the other side, his voice low and intense. "Savoring what has tormented me for so long."

"Stop it..."

"I can’t."

"Arlan Cromwell."

"You should have thought twice before bathing like that."

"It hurts..."

"I will be gentle."

After a monumental effort, she finally managed to stabilize the rock and let out a sigh of relief.

"It won’t hold for long. I need the help of someone with powerful darkness. Prince Arlan? He might assist since it concerns Oriana. But he was recently injured; can he manage? I’m not sure he’s fully recovered from the injury caused by that weapon. Once I regain my strength overnight, I’ll have to visit them."

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The next morning, Oriana awoke feeling drowsy and exhausted, as if her body had been disassembled and hastily put back together. To her surprise, though sunlight streamed through the windows, filling the room with a bright glow, she was not alone in bed. Instead, she found herself encased in a gentle yet firm embrace.

Opening her eyes, she saw Arlan’s handsome face close to hers. Contrary to her expectations of him being up and about, dressed for the day, he was still lying beside her, sharing the bed.

As much she wished to admire the beauty of a man in front of her, the thought of what he did to her the entire night, sent a shiver down her spine. The intensity of the passion he possessed, made her feel vulnerable, almost overpowered.

’I better not wake him up, or he won’t let me leave anymore.’

Attempting to move, she felt his arms tighten around her, a silent indication of his awareness. She turned to face him; his eyes were still closed.

"I need to get out of bed," she stated.

At her words, he opened his eyes. "Seems like you still have enough strength left in you."

"No, I do not," she protested quickly, "I need to use the bathroom. Please, let me go."

Arlan released her, and she almost leaped from the bed, moving like a startled rabbit escaping a predator. Her discomfort was evident in her awkward gait as she couldn’t quite run to the bathroom.

’Did I over do it?’ he wondered as he watched her disappear behind the door of the side chamber.