The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 827

Chapter 827: Want A Baby

After the family meeting, there were a few more things that Oriana and Arlan had to do.

They visited Aurialor, Oriana’s kingdom that belonged to her grandfather and was now under her rule. She visited the duke who was taking care of it under her command and made sure the kingdom was doing well.

But there was something that still stung her heart.

"What are you thinking about?" Arlan came to stand beside her at the window where she was watching the beautiful starry sky, lost in her own thoughts.

She let out a shaky sigh. "I wish to go see my mother."

"We will very soon," he assured. "We will ask your father to take us there. He sealed that place, and only in his presence can we be there."

She nodded lightly. "I can only wait for him to come visit me, and then we can...."

Arlan cupped her face in his palms and said, "Time in the demon realm runs slower than ours. He must still be busy handling things there. How about we take this chance and instead of two, we go there as three once he returns?"

She looked at him in confusion. "Three?"

He raised a brow. "Are you that naive, my horny demoness? I don’t even mind three or four, or maybe more."

She understood the meaning. "Even in a serious conversation, you have to be naughty."

"With you in front of me, I can always be only naughty, and then horny and...."

She put her hand over her mouth. "I get it."

He smirked playfully. "That means you agree."

Before she could respond, he had already sealed her lips, taking her into a kiss that was filled with love, care, and longing. The longing he felt for her during the various events that happened across the realms, where they were together, but there was a distance. Now, it was time to get rid of that distance and be one once more.

"Enough of the wait now," he whispered. "I am not going to let you off for how long, I don’t know."

Arlan deepened the kiss, his hands sliding to her waist and pulling her flush against him as if he couldn’t bear even a breath of distance between them. Oriana’s fingers curled into his shirt, her body melting into his warmth, responding to every unspoken promise in his touch.

He tilted his head, kissing her slower this time, unhurried and consuming, as if he wanted to memorize every sigh that left her lips.

"Oriana..." he murmured against her mouth.

She answered him with another kiss, softer but filled with longing. She was the same as him. It felt like an eternity since they were truly close, so close like this to their souls.

His hands, lingering at the curve of her back, found the perfect place where he wished to reach. The next moment, the sound of a dress ripping apart filled the chamber.

"It’s been a while since I heard this sound," he whispered. "Other than you moaning my name, this one is my favourite."

There was another sound of ripping clothes, and this time it was Arlan’s shirt that was ripped.

Arlan gazed into her eyes, only to hear her whisper, "I missed this sound as well."

He smirked. "And trust me, I loved that," and he claimed her lips once more.

Arlan lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing, never breaking the connection between their lips. Oriana instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on to him, trusting him completely.

He carried her toward the bed, laying her down gently, as if she were something precious and fragile, even though the fire in his eyes said otherwise.

Arlan hovered over her, brushing his thumb along her cheek, his forehead resting against hers.

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