Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

"I want to see you, Seren," she heard him again.

Seren closed her eyes briefly and exhaled through her mouth to calm herself and get rid of that embarrassment. Gathering every bit of her courage, she slowly turned around to face him, her fingers fidgeting with each other and her gaze was lowered. She had no courage to look into his eyes that observed her nakedness boldly.

"Hands on side, Seren," he warned.

She stopped playing with her fingers and put her both hands aside slowly which made her feel like even the last shred of cover was being lifted from her.

The pair of red eyes observed his beautiful wife under that light coming from the lamps inside the cabin and the moonlight coming from the slanted glass ceiling. Her fair skin looked radiant and fresh like petals. From her lowered face, that slender neck, his gaze leading to the most delicate and beautiful part of woman's body- her beautiful chest blessed with soft, round and perfect bosoms which he had only felt under his hands in the dark.

Her flat stomach which he had kissed and licked so many times and the curve of her waist which he had felt with his hands whenever he held her closer. That pair of beautiful legs which straddle him during their last make out session and he could not wait to get to the place hiding between them, could not wait to ravish with all of his might.

'How can she be so beautiful?' was what he could ask as more he looked at her.

She looked like a living dose of aphrodisiac which could make him go insane at just a sight of her.

Though she was not looking at him, Seren could feel his gaze on her, taking his sweet time, observing every inch of her and then she found the pair feet on the wooden floor, walking closer to her only to stand facing her. Close...so close that she could smell his scent, the warmth his body was radiating, making the air around rising in temperature.

His hand moved to her chin and he made her look up at him, "You are beautiful, Seren," she heard him say and surprisingly this night he was calling her name every time instead of calling her 'my Queen.'

His red intense eyes showed how much he was affected and how much he needed her. His wife was beautiful and it was a sin to hold back and not worship her.

He leaned his face closer to hers as his lips brushed against her veil covered ones. "May I?" he whispered against her lips as he looked into those wavering, puzzled but expectant eyes.

She didn't want to know what exactly he asked the permission for but she just nodded lightly while looking back into those red eyes as if they had enchanted her.

His other hand moving along the curve of her waist, slowly found its way towards her chest and squeezed that beautiful and round mass of flesh, making her moan against his lips.

"Dray..." her hands clutching on his robe, as to stand steady against what he was doing to her.

He squeezed it roughly once again while looking into her beautiful eyes, "Yes, Seren?'

Feeling those rough and arousing movements against her sensitive mounds, she gulped and licked her own lips under her veil, her throat suddenly felt dry.

Drayce looked down towards his hand that was playing with that soft flesh and looked back at her, "Beautiful and delicious."

Not like he was touching them for the first time but he was seeing them for the first time and the way they looked under his palms, they felt so perfect.

"Ah! Dray...?"

"Hhm?"

"You are a little rough."

"Doesn't it feel good?"

"Ah, Umm..but..." she swallowed her words as his hands became rougher and she could not help but moan.

"Not enough!" he groaned a little and stopped what he was doing.

Seren looked at him feeling confused as to why he had stopped but then watched him removing his outer robe under her curious gaze. His red eyes warning and preparing her for what she could face. The outer robe was dropped on the floor and he then started to unbutton his shirt as he watched her following the movement of his fingers as his body was getting exposed to her anticipating gaze.

He removed his shirt which accompanied his robe on the floor while Seren felt eager to touch him. His exposed body was just a few inches away from her and under this heated atmosphere, it looked worth touching and feeling it. Her hands as if they had minds of their own, they moved to touch his firm and strong chest. Her cold palms felt the heat under them the moment she touched it and started to explore it.

She had seen it before but then she was treating his wounds but now....wait...his wounds? Not even a tiny trace of it was left.

"Dray...Your wounds...they are gone..."

He put the finger on her lips, "It's not the time to think about mere wounds."

Before she could say more, the next moment her naked body was lifted in his arms and he placed her on bed. She was not surprised as always the end of everything was meant to be in bed. Drayce climbed the bed only to hover over her as he faced her.

"Focus only on me, Seren," he warned, her name rolling so naturally from his mouth.

Pinned under him, she simply nodded as her heart picked up the pace at the way he looked at her, at the way his strong and burning body pressed against her cold and naked one.