The Devil's Cursed Witch

Draven's mind was intoxicated completely with the desires and he wanted to have her right there and then but in the back of his head somewhere he was aware that this was not right.

The grip of his hands tightened on her as his one hand holding at her back clutched her delicate skin, almost digging his nails into it over the thin fabric of her night dress. His other hand tugged her hair tightly making her whine a little as she looked up into those red intoxicated eyes.

That pain felt sweeter to her as she looked like she wanted more of him, still gasping for air.

"You are my mate and you don't know what I can do to you, do you?" he asked with his gritted teeth.

She still didn't stop looking at him, as if inviting him to pleasure her.

He wanted to pull her into another desperate kiss but he tried to stop himself. His entire self was torn between what his body wanted and what his mind was telling him not to. The previous one was dominant over the latter one but he gathered all his strength to not give up on his bodily desires.

'I can't..I can't...' he chanted while looking into her dazed, bewitching eyes.

'This human can lose to the bond, but I can not...I am not weak like her...I need to stop...'

Just as he thought to let her go, Ember's hands that were circling his neck, started to mess up with the hair at the back of his head as if trying to seduce him to resume what he had stopped.

'This thing!'

He frowned inwardly as all she was doing was making him do what he didn't want. She was of no help to stop him, but instead, her actions were seducing him.

'She is human...she is not in heat...I need to stop...stop!..'

He repeated in his mind to remind himself. 'Humans are different... She is not in heat... If I do something now, I will only hurt her...I need to stop...'

He shut his eyes briefly to resist this intoxication with all his might and then pushed her away by freeing his hands that were holding her closer to him.

Thud!

That dazed human almost lost her balance as she was standing with his support and her back bumped into the book shelf behind her.

"Ahh.." she whined as it hurt her back but it helped her get back to her senses.

She looked at Draven with a puzzled gaze as she could not understand what had just happened. She felt like someone had just slapped her to wake her up from a deep sleep.

"Y-Your Majesty...I..."

Swoosh!

Even before she could say more, Draven disappeared from there.

She fell on her knees as if her body had lost all its strength. With her loud heartbeats making her deaf, She struggled to breathe.

'What had just happened?' In a shock, she touched her lips which were still swollen and moist. She could still feel the touch of his warm mouth on her and how it felt.

'Was it not a dream? Why did we do that? It..It felt...' she struggled to admit it but it was the truth, '...felt good.'

Her hands moved to her heart which was still beating faster with the effect of what her body was feeling a while ago.

'My Heart...It's the same as when we were in the garden...I am sure it's not because I am scared of him...It's just that...' she didn't find the words to describe it. '..something different.'

As Draven was gone she allowed herself to calm but the memories of what she and Draven had done just now, kept flashing in her mind which scared her with not being able to reason out her own actions.

'I...need to leave...' She tried to stand up but her hand landed on the book that was on the floor which had slipped from her hands when in a shock she turned to look at someone standing behind her.

It was the book that she was there for, the one that mentioned magic. As she had gotten it, she didn't wish to give it up. Afterall all of her efforts were to get this book and learn the magic.

She grabbed that heavy book with her hands still shaking. She somehow managed to stand up and walked out of the study with her weak and trembling legs.

This time it took her a lot of effort to climb all those stairs and go back to her chamber. She was exhausted by the time she reached there and was all sweaty and thirsty. She felt like only if she could have the elixir that Leeora gave her.

She was not weak physically but the shock she got after what happened in the study, made her feel exhausted mentally and that affected her entirely.

She put the book aside and lay in bed as if she had no energy left. She had so many questions in her mind.

'Why am I like this wherever I am with the king? I feel like I keep forgetting my existence and losing myself in some kind of trance. That scent...It makes me feel different..." she concluded and remembered all those times when she found that scent enchanting.

When she was in his bed, in his bath, in the garden and now in the study. All this while she was close to him and could smell his scent.

'Is he using any magic on me to bewitch me? But why? He looks angry after that, so why would he do it?'

She remembered the last words he said before leaving- 'You are my mate and you don't know what I can do to you, do you?'

'What did he mean by that? Why did he look so troubled and looked like he was in some kind of pain? Did I hurt him by chance?'

She closed her eyes, willing to sleep as she was tired but the next moment once again those memories flashed in front of her eyes, making her feel different and restless.

She immediately sat up on the bed, 'Water...I am just thirsty...It's nothing else..' she concluded to comfort herself and then went towards the table that had water kept on it. She filled the glass and emptied it entirely in one go as if she was walking in a hot desert for a long time and finally found the water.

She went towards the window and stood there, trying to calm herself with the cold breeze coming from outside. 'It feels much better now.'

She remembered the look on Draven's face just before he disappeared. She remembered his clenched fists and tightened jaw and how the veins on his neck and hands were visibly popped out and she could see them even in that light from the lamps

'Is it because he was feeling the same as me?' she could not help but wonder and his last words continued to trouble her mind.

Mate!

'This word again and again. He called me his mate as if it pained him. I need to find out about this.'