The Devil's Cursed Witch

Ember chased his lips, wanting to kiss him once more, only to let out a sultry moan as her body felt his wicked touch that was heating up her skin. His hand was only touching her intimate part, but it felt as if he was touching her everywhere, leaving a sweet yet torturous trail of desire she wanted to savour but couldn't.

Expectations. Her body was thrumming with expectations. The thing was, she had no idea what she wanted nor what Draven wanted to give as her reward. Whatever it was, she wanted it.

She grabbed onto his clothes tightly as she continued to seek his lips, wanting to kiss him once more.

Of course, Draven didn't disappoint her. He welcomed her moist lips with an equally hungry kiss. Draven's hand that was moving between her thighs continued to caress her soft skin while his hand that was settled at the back of her head moved down to untie the lace at the back of her dress, loosening it up.

His hand playing with her thighs found its way inside her loose dress to move towards her chest, only to stop at her chest band. His large palm squeezed her soft mounds over her chest band, making her moan between their heated kisses.

"Umm..."

She didn't know what he was doing to her. All she knew was that it felt good, and she wanted more of it.

Draven slightly pulled back from savouring her lips, though he continued to squeeze and tease her mounds. As she let out another moan,  he whispered against her lips, "Remember everything that I am making you feel. You will, won't you?"

Subconsciously, she nodded to his questions as her drugged eyes continued to stare into his intense ones. Panting heavily, she arched her back as if asking him to just continue whatever he was doing, leaving everything up to him. It was as if her entire body was under his spell, and she had no other choice but to ask--no, beg him to give more of what he was giving to her.

Draven didn't expect that she would react like this. He found himself fascinated by the satisfaction he was feeling in exchange for making her feel good.

And it was not just her--he also wanted more of this. Just like her, he could not wait for her to desire him, for her to explore his body and want him for herself.

Draven's hands continued to caress the curves of her body under her loosened dress, and after hearing her let out a frustrated whimper, his hand finally moved back towards the place between her legs once again, and this time, it had the intention of making her feel something that she didn't even know existed.

Even before his hands could touch her most feminine part, her body had already started to anticipate it on its own and could not wait till his hand to do something that was unknown to her.

Draven let her lips go to watch her reaction as his fingers brushed against her wet folds over the fabric of her undergarment. Her response was wilder than expected.

"Ahh...umm..." she let out the most indecent moans.

He observed the way her body was acting to what he was doing to her. Just a light touch and her body was already acting as if it was too much for her. Her face which was flushed red with desire looked erotic. It was begging him to give her more as her half-lidded eyes looked at him in a hungry gaze.

'So delicate...so beautiful...'

Holding her closer while his hand at her back kept her body upright, his other hand began to work wonder between her thighs. He admired her reactions, from letting out erotic cries to the slight trembling of her body, as he try putting different pressures on her aching folds with his skilful fingers.

"Ahh...Hmm!"

With a small cry, her body convulsed in pleasure. She gasped with her mouth, letting out broken sounds that weren't quite words, not knowing how to deal with this new yet pleasurable feeling. With her eyes closed, she arched her back to move herself closer to his fingers while holding onto his clothes to keep herself steady.

All she knew was that she wanted more. More and more and more...

Draven's fingers could feel the wetness of her folds even over her undergarment. He knew she was already feeling high and she would reach her limit soon.

'So sensitive...' he thought, mesmerized by the sultry beauty responding this much when he's barely begun.

His thumb stroked her most sensitive place, sometimes pinching and playing her harshly and at times lightly teasing her, both the light and heavy pressure taking her closer to her release. Her body squirmed in the pleasure she was feeling and was ready to let it go but--

Draven stopped. He stopped just before she would get her release and would know she was able to feel something new, something so heavenly that she would continue to crave afterwards.

She felt like someone had thrown her body into the freezing water after taking her high up to fly. She opened her eyes and looked at her mate with a displeased and accusing gaze. If she knew what he didn't give her, she would have been angry at him but she could only be displeased because he stopped abruptly. Intuition was telling her he was behaving deliberately--that there was a reason why he stopped at this moment.

Draven could see the frustration on her face which had a tinge of anger to it. The way her hands were gripping his clothes showed her irritation clearly.

"Disappointed? Angry?" he asked while hiding a smirk.

Ember didn't know what he was talking about but felt like someone had stolen something away from her. But it was exactly because of her ignorance that Draven could act this way towards her.

Not saying a word more, he pulled his hand away from her thighs and straightened her dress to properly cover her lower body once more.