The Devil's Cursed Witch

Chapter 147 My Mate...Is Beautiful...

Draven hissed under his breath at the sight of his sensuous mate, and almost cursed himself for asking her to show her tongue.

‘Why does she have to be so obedient? Why does she have to look so….’

His heated gaze rested on her alluring  face, and he was almost overcome by an overpowering sense to devour her at that very moment. He struggled to control his ragged breathing, as thoughts of taking her to his bed and finally making her his assuaged his cloudy, lust-filled mind.

That’s it! His lips crashed down on hers roughly, and he sighed softly as the last bit of his patience floated away. His warm mouth captured hers, and he violently thrust his tongue into her wet and eager mouth, in a show of the great hunger coursing through his bloodstream.

His dazed mate accepted his ministrations, and it seemed she enjoyed the fervency of his touch. The rougher and more dominating he became, the more malleable she became in his hands, and everywhere he touched burned with her leashed desire.

He sucked her little pink tongue into his mouth, flattening it with his over and over again. Soft moans left her mouth and his loud groans filled the air between them, as their heated breaths mingled together._.

The kiss sent numerous waves of pleasure through her body, and she felt almost numb from the passion searing through her veins. She felt her knees buckle, and instinctively knew that if Draven wasn’t holding her up, she would be a pile of mush on the floor.

Locked in his embrace so tightly, with her mouth being ravaged by Draven, she felt the distinct stirring in her chest that signalled a lack of air. She tried to come up to breathe, but her weak attempts at pushing him away did not yield any result.

As they kissed, a white mist of sparkling energy rose from Draven’s body and floated around them until they were fully submerged in it.

He wanted to have her and it would stop only at the bond being completed.

The next moment, the two vanished from the wooden bridge in the garden, and appeared in Draven’s opulent bedchamber. Before disappearing, Draven took care to shield her with his powers, so that the teleportation process would not affect her physically.

He lifted her up and his hands went around her waist. Her feet were a few inches up from the floor as he carried her towards the bed, their lips still locked in a passionate kiss.

Their kiss only broke when he lay her on his bed and her slender back flattened on his soft mattress. The moment her mouth was free, she inhaled deeply, taking in as much as air she could manage. She took large breaths as if she was almost suffocated to death, but Draven didn’t pay her mind, as he knew a simple kiss would not kill her.

Not giving her enough time, his tall and strong body came over hers on the bed, and his blood-shot eyes rested on her face–the look of perfect calm, when, in truth, he was impatient to resume their kiss.

Though Draven was the most powerful being in existence, the power that the divine mate bond possessed was far superior to his own powers, so even the most powerful divine being like him could not resist it. No one ever had succeeded in resisting it and he was no exception.

The mate bond had emboldened, consumed, and invigorated all his senses, and he was unable to think straight or understand anything. The power of the bond only knew to lead the divine being to its completion and it would happen by all means possible.

Draven pulled out his gloves using his teeth, and his heated gaze never left her alluring face. She gazed up at him through lowered lashes, and he struggled to hold the reins of his ever-growing desire.

The way she looked at him, it was clear she had completely lost herself to the bond and didn’t know what she was doing. She was acting what that power of bond was making her do. She didn’t mind being pressed under him and instead, she looked like she was anticipating more from him.

Draven stared in wonder at her swollen lips, marveling that he was the one that caused it, and touched them with the same reverence.

His fingers moved away from her lips, and he caressed her red cheeks. He wanted to touch her everywhere. His fingers made a trail from her cheeks to her slender neck, and, with his fingertips, he left behind traces of heat wherever they made contact,  making her gasp softly.

‘My mate…she is so beautiful….’

Draven kissed her again, pressing her into the bed, while Ember’s hands went around his neck and they deepened the kiss.

The Dragon inside him was calling out for his mate, and it would stop at nothing to get her now. Leaving her breathless once again, Draven moved to her neck and sucked and licked her delicate skin with his unruly mouth.

His eyes stopped at the sight of that crimson blossom on her neck and the dragon inside him could not help but get excited over it as it represented his mate.  He couldn’t wait to fully possess her.

‘My mate…My only one…’

His face hovered over the crook of her neck, and his coarse tongue gently licked the crimson blossom mate mark there. Another soft gasp left her delicate lips as she clutched onto his shoulders.

The Dragon did not feel satisfied only at the licking, as he wanted to mark her once again and feel the thrill for himself. He had finally gotten the chance to show up when this stubborn king always tried to keep him in control.

The next moment, a pair of canines flashed from his mouth, and they sank into the soft skin of her neck–at the area where the cherry blossom appeared.

“Ahh…”

A painful cry left Ember’s mouth and Draven felt his entire body freeze at the sound of her cries. As if someone had pushed him down the cliff and he finally collided on the ground, he got back to his senses.

‘What happened?’