The Devil's Cursed Witch

Ember's soft, slender body trembled under her man, the anticipation of what's to come causing her muffled moans to turn into seductive cries of yearning. What she felt for this man was a raging fire threatening to ruin whatever was left of her rationality, and he obviously wanted her as badly as she was for him.

Maybe more.

The man's rough hand caressed one side of her face, his other hand still holding onto her small waist, his hold possessive as  his needy mouth claimed hers with raw passion, his tongue dominating her small mouth in a manner that left her breathless. She tasted sweet, sweeter than anything he had ever tasted, and it was addictive, making him grow more impatient at the thought of tasting the rest of her delightful body. His hot breath mingled with hers, making her cold skin burn with the fire ignited inside him.

The scents emitting from their bodies were getting stronger with the increasing desires inside them, drowning them in temptation, causing them to lose the last thread of patience they held.

Riiiiiiip!

The fabric on her waist was torn away, exposing parts of her tender skin, and his free hand moved along the curves of her body, up and down, as if to worship its beauty. The ripping sound continued as his hand continued to explore her body, his fingers seemingly teasing her sensitive neck, her soft mounds and further down towards her exposed stomach and the curve of her waist, only to settle back on her chest, squeezing and kneading her mounds with his large palm, finding that clothing of hers an annoyance, something to tear apart immediately like a wrapper of a present.

His aggressive actions caused her to let out pants of desire, but they were being sucked by his unruly mouth as he kissed her without restraint. With their bodies pressed together, their most savage urges were stoked--

"Draven..." she whispered, her voice low and breathless after another round of torrid kissing. She didn't know what exactly it was that she wanted, but she knew that this man was the only one who could give it to her. "Please..."

Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips wet and parted, and her emerald green eyes were staring at him, begging...

She needed him. She wanted him. She was desperately asking him to give her what she could not come up to say.

As he pulled away from her, giving her time to catch her breath, his pair of burning red eyes closely looked into her hazy ones before roaming the beautiful body presented before him. Her nightgown was a mess, his earlier rough handling causing the fabric to be ripped to pieces, showing more skin than covering it. Parts of her supple skin and soft curves were exposed for him to appreciate, even adding a flavor of intrigue to his raging desire, and he could not help but lick his lips at the feast he was about to devour.

His hand stopped at the neckline of her nightgown as he said, "I want to see your body."

His crude words pulled Ember back to her senses, and her heart almost stopped at the realization that kissing was not the only thing they would be doing tonight. She gulped as her last remaining bit of sanity appealed to her.

"A-Are we...?" She could not come up to say it.

"Don't you want it?" he asked, peering closely into those eyes lingering between fear and excitement. Her body was honest, and as if to point it out, he ran his fingers down her chest, down to the exposed part of her flat stomach. This caused her body to tremble in lust.

"I..." Does she not want it? She sure did but... "...hurts..."

"It won't." He realized the cause of her fear. "This time, it won't be as bad. The first time is always the worst."

Her entire body was covered in goosebumps as she recalled his size. "But..."

"This time, I will make you feel good. It won't hurt. I won't let you be hurt. Trust me."

She still had a complicated look on her face, and he tenderly brought up one of her hands to his face, planting soft kisses on her fingertips as if to show how good he would be towards her. "Will you trust me, my mate?"

He had never sounded this gentle to her, and it was as if she was seeing a new side of him--or maybe, it was more precise to say he was a completely different Draven. Since when had he learned to be so gentle and caring?

Her eyes strayed away from his face, and only then did she realize he was almost straddling her--almost, because he was half-hovering over her with a body trying its best to control its primal instincts towards its mate. His muscles appeared strained, like a predator barely stopping himself from pouncing on its delicious prey. If she were to say 'no', she knew that Draven would respect her decision even if every part of his body was screaming at him to take her.

'This is a man worthy of my trust.'

Despite her obvious fears, Ember lightly nodded, not knowing from where she was gaining that courage. She decided to trust him, her instinct telling her that her mate would not deliberately hurt her.

Draven's hands moved to her shoulders and pulled her nightgown down her shoulders, fully exposing her delicate skin and that smooth curve where his crimson mate mark was located. The tips of fingers brushed lightly over the mark before tracing her prominent collarbones, leaving behind a trail of heat as they touched her skin, making her gasp and shiver.

He watched her reaction in fascination, realizing only now how sensitive his mate was to even the lightest of touch. A part of him grew excited at how much more she would react once he did more than brushing fingers against her skin.

'So lovely.'

This time, Draven wanted to take his time properly enjoying the feast before him. There was no need to hurry--neither of them were affected by the irrational pull of the incomplete bond, and he could remain sane.

'My lovely mate.'

As he breathed in her scent oozing with desire, he found himself growing impatient to begin enjoying every bit of his sweet Ember. Oh, the things they would be doing... There was no need to worry about hurting her as she would get used to him soon...

Draven's face leaned closer to her exposed skin, his hands taking their sweet time to pull down her dress like a man steadily savoring his favorite meal. His warm and moist lips planted soft little kisses on her skin, that mouth leaving a trail of anticipation inside her, causing her to let out soft moans slightly muffled as her hands tried to pull him up so she could kiss him.

After giving her a brief but passionate kiss, his lips moved closer to her ear and he whispered, "I missed you, Ember."

Ember froze, and her hands that wanted to reach out towards her man's clothes paused midway.

"What did you say?" she asked, her eyes wide.

Seeing her tense suddenly, he moved his head back to look at her. Draven's red eyes stared at her green ones without a single hesitation in his gaze.

"I missed you," he repeated, each word causing her heart to squeeze and stutter.

Not even in her wildest dream had she expected to hear these words from him. Her beautiful green eyes shook, and his next words spilled out without reservation to convince her she didn't hear him wrong.

"I missed you when you were away. Every passing moment felt difficult to bear with. I missed you more than you can imagine."

Waves of emotions stirred her heart and her mind blanked for a moment. No word could come out of her mouth.

Missed...She was missed. Her mate missed her. She was not the only one missing him like crazy. Her eyes tried to blink away the moisture budding as she tried to calm the onslaught of emotions gushing inside her. It was overwhelming.

Draven leaned in to kiss those trembling lips of hers as he whispered, "I mean it."

"I missed you as well," she whispered back against his lips and kissed him, as both her hands cupped his cheeks.

With the sweet confession made by these two igniting a new round of passion, they continued to savor each other. Draven no longer hesitated and--

Riiip!

Not a single fabric was left to cover her body, leaving her stark naked to his hungry gaze.

'My mate is beautiful.'

Ember was startled but she didn't shy away. In fact, the slow burning fire of desire that had been ignited between them had now burst forth into a dangerous flame ready to devour their sanity. As she lay fully exposed under him, she felt a hot rush of lust blossom within her. The space between them sizzled in the heat of anticipation, and she was eager to know how good it would feel to be at the mercy of that wild hunger raging behind his gaze.