Chapter 558: Embrace of Eternal Passion

Chapter 558: Embrace of Eternal PassionSong Recommendation- "Do it for me" by Rosenfeld

Oriana found herself swept away as the gentle savoring of her lips turned passionate, as he took turns between her lips, sucking and nibbling them hastily, overwhelming her into surrender, not being able to keep up with him.

All she could do was to hold onto his shirt to keep herself steady, while he drew her closer, wrapping his arms around her in a firm grip, as if wishing to merge her with his body.

His scorching breath felt like burning against her delicate cold skin, letting her aware of his strong desires for her. Despite the layers of clothing, she could still feel the comforting warmth of his body. Strangely, she sensed a powerful essence flowing through him, a force she longed to touch and claim as her own.

Strange!

His hand moved along her curved back beneath her long hair, reaching the nape of her neck. His fingers glided against her scalp, eliciting a ticklish sensation that quickly shifted to a sharp gasp of pain, a tinge of it escaping her mouth, which was enveloped in his relentless kiss. His fingers had clutched her hair, prompting her to gasp and open her mouth wider, allowing him to explore more boldly. His warm, coarse tongue, which had been teasing her lips, now ventured eagerly into her mouth, seeking hers.

This wasn’t their first time, but this night, perhaps in anticipation, felt different. It ignited a hidden passion within her. Her hands, which had been clutching his shirt, now moved to his broad shoulders and circled around his neck to be able to share the passion equal to his.

A pleased hum escaped his throat the moment he felt her passionately respond. Her small, sweet tongue danced with his, her grip on him tightening, reflecting the need her body felt. The soft moans leaving her throat were like an invitation for him to continue as he wished.

His hand, firmly clutching the back of her head, held her steady as he deepened the kiss. Their feet, initially unsteady, began to move in sync on the floor, maintaining balance as they kissed fervently. The flower petals scattered on the floor continued to crush beneath their feet as they moved, striving to outdo each other, leaving their initial spot behind.

There was a blend of tenderness and urgency in their actions, as if both were conveying their feelings without words. It was a beautiful, private exchange, a testament to their love and desire. The rest of the world seemed to have faded away, leaving them enveloped in their own universe where no one else existed but them.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally stopped. Oriana, feeling as if her lungs were completely devoid of air, allowed her body to lean limply against his while panting heavily, her eyes closed. He, too, held her steadily, trying to catch his breath.

It was the most passionate kiss they had ever shared, with no restrain or mercy. Arlan caressed her flushed cheek gently with his fingers, his gaze fixed on her swollen, red lips. As he leaned in closer, his nose lightly brushed against hers.

"I... do not wish to stop," his voice hoarse, expressing his desire.

"..mhmm.." she responded weakly, saying she felt the same as him.

Both felt as if they could continue forever, without the need to ever stop. The next moment, Oriana was swept off her feet and lifted effortlessly into a pair of strong arms. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her gaze captivated by his handsome features as he carried her towards the bed with steady steps.

She could not deny, she was always attracted to his looks, probably the most handsome man she had ever seen. She was never a materialistic person nor to judge a person from their looks but when it came to Arlan, she must have been crazy to get attracted to him for his looks while other things came later which made it impossible for her to not fall for him.

Lost in her thoughts and entranced by his presence, she hardly noticed their arrival at the bed.

He looked down at her to find her staring at him, a familiar dazed expression in her eyes. This look was not new to him; he had often witnessed her looking at him this way even when she was his servant. He always understood the meaning of it, she was attracted to him. A soft smile touched his lips at the realization.

Gently, he placed her in the center of the bed, their eyes maintaining an unbreakable connection. Oriana watched as he joined her on the bed, his body gradually pressing down on hers, diminishing the space between them. His enchanting face drew closer, his features almost hypnotizing.

As if entranced, her hands found a life of their own, reached out to touch his face. Her fingertips delicately traced its contours, her eyes as if etching every detail into her memory. It was the first time she allowed herself to openly admire his face, no longer concealing the depth of her attraction.

Oriana lifted her head slightly from the pillow, her lips eagerly meeting his. She found herself unable to resist the urge to kiss him, her actions reflecting the intensity of her feelings. She was done holding back. Not only him, but it was the night she was going to show him what she felt as well – a time to fully express her emotions and desires.

Arlan couldn’t have been happier. Responding to her kiss, he once again took the lead, her head gently sinking into the softness of the pillow as he returned her passion. He kissed her deeply, giving her the very desire she sought, her petite frame gently pressed beneath his. The intensity of the moment reflected their mutual longing and unspoken promises.

Leaving her all breathless he watched her open her dewy eyes just in time to hear him say, "I want more... tonight." His fingers traced along her slender neck, clearly conveying his intentions. "Though this dress looks beautiful on you, I’d love to see you without it." His fingers ran along her neckline, maintaining eye contact. "May I?"

With her heart and mind still reeling, she gave a light nod, her beautiful eyes revealing her willingness to his request.

She watched him moving back in the bed and before she could understand, she was flipped in bed on her stomach. "We need to get rid of this dress."

Though expected, she gulped and clutched the bedsheet. The inability to see him heightened her nervousness.

Arlan tenderly brushed the hair away from her shoulders, exposing her delicate neck to his warm gaze. Leaning in, she soon felt the press of his lips against the nape of her neck. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent reminiscent of honeysuckle in summer, sending a shiver of goosebumps over her skin.

His hand carefully moved her long hair to reveal the back of her dress. The other hand began to methodically untie the knots. Oriana lay still, feeling each knot loosen under his skilled fingers, one by one.

As her dress began to loosen, a gasp slipped from her lips, a sudden chill spreading across her suddenly exposed back. But this coolness was quickly replaced by the warmth of his breath and the gentle, feathery kisses he planted along the sensitive skin of her back, leaving the trails of warmth behind.

His fascination with her back had lingered ever since the day he had inadvertently seen her bathing. The vision of her from that night had often replayed in his mind, and now, at last, he had the opportunity to transform those lingering thoughts into reality.

A soft moan escaped Oriana’s lips, but she quickly muffled it against the pillow, each of his touches amplifying her sensitivity.

As he parted the sides of her dress completely, his hand reached one of her shoulders, and he gently bit down, eliciting a sharp mix of sweet pain and pleasure from her. His lips then whispered against her ear, "Let me hear you." It was a punishment for her for suppressing her sweet moans against the pillow.

Her shoulders and her back entirely exposed to his view, he moved back and turned her around to lay on her back, his intentions of getting that dress off of her.

But the moment she faced him with that loosened dress, her innate instinct kicked in and her hands having their own mind moved over her chest, as if to prevent further exposure. Her eyes were softly closed, the flutter of her lashes betraying her nervousness. Her hands, positioned protectively in front of her chest, created a barrier between them.

The moment reminded Arlan of a story Oriana had once shared with him about why she always preferred to keep herself covered, why she liked to wear that chest bind all the time.

"Oriana," his voice, gentle yet resonant, reached her ears, prompting her to open her eyes and meet his gaze. His hands tenderly cupped her face, his eyes locked with hers. "I know this might not be easy for you, but trust me, I will help you forget those painful memories. You don’t have to hide from me. Let me replace them with beautiful memories, the ones I want to create with you."

Her gaze conveyed trust on him, yet Oriana’s basic instincts wrestled with her mind, making her unable to unfold those hands from that loosened dress. "I..." she began, but the words seemed to choke in her throat, struggling to express her turmoil. Just like him she wanted everything to be perfect tonight but seemed like she was going to spoil it for him.

Sensing his gaze, a silent plea for her trust, Oriana inhaled deeply. Gradually, she moved her hands to her sides, forming tight fists, her eyes closing in a mix of apprehension and resolve.

Arlan, understanding her struggle, was determined to honor the promise he had just made. His hands gently moved to her shoulders, his fingers cautiously beginning to slide the dress down, slowly and carefully lowering it, revealing her vulnerable form to his attentive gaze.

"You are beautiful," he whispered. Oriana’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze filled with admiration.

Instinctively, her hands moved to cover her now fully exposed chest, but Arlan’s hands intercepted hers before she could shield herself.

"Trust me." His gaze held the determination of, leaving no room for her to retreat into the shadows of past incidents and filling her mind with nothing but their present, a canvas to paint new memories.

Yielding to his request, Oriana allowed him to gently guide her hands away. She watched him moving back and settling on his knees, his gaze never wavering from hers. With deliberate movements, he pulled off his shirt over his head, revealing his well-defined torso, drawing her curious eyes to his form.

As she lay under the starry sky, Oriana watched him remove his shirt. At that moment, it seemed to her like the most seductive and enchanting spectacle. His confident and graceful movements held her in rapt attention, momentarily dissolving any lingering desire to hide herself. Her focus was entirely on him, captivated by the allure of this beautiful man in the soft moonlight.

Arlan’s gaze was keenly observant, fully aware of the effect he had on her. He knew exactly how to captivate her attention, making her forget about the thought of hiding herself.

Oriana watched him lean forward, but instead of closing the gap between them, he paused. One hand rested on the mattress near her shoulder, while the other took her hand, guiding it towards his exposed torso. "Don’t just look. You can touch me," he encouraged.

Guided by his hand, her fingers tentatively traced the contours of his well-defined torso, feeling the heat emanating from his skin against her cool touch. She was always aware that he had that perfect body, she had ogled over it enough like a pervert when she was his servant but now she could freely touch it.

Her hand, initially exploring his perfect abs, unexpectedly she found him redirecting it towards her own body, gliding up her stomach to her chest.

Confused, she looked into his eyes wondering why he was doing it, but his gaze remained unwavering and the next moment she found her own hand resting over one of her exposed mound. She tried to pull away but he held it steady under his palm and even gently squeezed that softness.

"Arlan..." she began anxiously, only to hear him respond, "It feels good, doesn’t it?"

She bit her lip, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Making her touch her own body this way felt embarrassing. He continued, his intention clear: "This is what I want to feel and in return make you feel even better."

With those words, Arlan released her hand. His own, larger and more assertive hand, cupped her soft and supple mounds gently, eliciting a seductive moan from her lips. The initial urge to cover herself was swiftly replaced by a wave of blissful pleasure under his attentive ministrations. He skillfully alternated his attention, ensuring each received his tender yet deliberate touch.

Suddenly, Arlan’s hands were replaced by the warmth of his mouth, taking Oriana completely by surprise.

"A-r-lan..." she breathed out, her gaze falling to him. She watched as he returned her look, intensifying his actions, as the pair of blue eyes watched her deliberately. She felt the sensation is both sweetly painful and exquisite. A cry escaped her lips, and her head instinctively fell back into the pillow.

Her back arched reflexively, a silent plea for more of this unexpected pleasure. The sensations he evoked were new and exhilarating, making her wonder how the part of her body which she tried to hide all her life, could make her feel such intense pleasure.

After some time, Arlan repositioned himself to face Oriana, his hands continuing to explore the soft curves under his touch. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes, hazy with desire, met his. He observed her flushed face, completely surrendered to the sensations he evoked.

"Would you still like to hide?" he asked, his voice deep and raspy, his own desires intensified by her enraptured state.

She shook her head, her response a mixture of honesty and breathlessness. Broken words tumbled from her swollen, red lips as she gasped for air, "I... won’t..."

He gently pecked her lips before moving back, positioning himself on his knees. Arlan then began to ease the dress down her waist, circling one arm around her waist to lift her slightly as he skillfully slid the heavy, fluffy garment down her legs and tossed it aside, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.

As Oriana watched her dress arc through the air like a dry leaf before landing somewhere out of sight, the reality of her nakedness hit her. She instinctively tried to fold her legs for cover, but Arlan’s firm grip held them steady.

"If you hide, how can we consummate?" he teased, watching as her already flushed face turned an even deeper shade of red. His straightforward words, laced with clear intent, left her no choice but to relent.

Arlan carefully repositioned her legs, then grasped her hands and swiftly pulled her towards him. In one fluid motion, she found herself straddling him as he sat on the bed. Startled by this sudden change in her position from lying in bed to now sitting while stradling him, she looked at his face, only to find him leaning closer to whisper in her ear.

"I know you’re aroused; I can smell it. It’s driving me crazy, but I’m trying to be patient, considering it’s your first time," he murmured, his voice raspy.

To emphasise his words, his fingers deliberately traced her wet folds, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. The sensation sent a jolt of sweet pleasure through her, causing her nails to dig into the skin of his shoulders.

Sucking her soft mounds once more, his fingers skilfully played with the soft bundle of nerves, making their way with ease again and again through those soft delicate and already dripping wet folds.

Although she was familiar with his touch in her most intimate places, having experienced it during the night of the royal banquet in Othinia, Oriana still found each caress of his fingers sending a unique wave of pleasure through her already sensitive body, making her let out louder moans as her back arched and move against his fingers on it’s own.

"Ahh..." A sudden intrusion inside her startled her, making her wince and bringing her back to her senses. Oriana’s eyes flickered down to Arlan, who returned her gaze with a wicked smirk, continuing to move his finger rhythmically inside her.

She instinctively tried to retreat, but his other arm wrapped around her, holding her firmly in place. His relentless movements only intensified her response, her body shuddering in reaction to his actions.

"Arlan..." Her voice, weaving his name into the fabric of her moans, sounded like a sweet melody amidst the waves of pleasure.

Releasing her, Arlan drew her into another deep, passionate kiss. Oriana met his fervor with equal intensity, but then she felt another of his fingers slip inside her, accompanying the previous one. Her body jolting with another intrusion, she momentarily tried to pull back in surprise, but Arlan held her close, whispering amidst their kiss.

"I’m preparing you for what’s to come. Accept it, so you won’t be hurt later."

Oriana, understanding his intent, let her reservations fade, choosing to surrender to the sensations he was evoking. She could feel his two fingers inside her, exploring her with a sensitivity that heightened every sensation.

Finally there was that moment she was going to feel the same like that night. All the nerves in her body felt like twisted in knots and ready to be undone at any moment but.....

It didn’t happen, leaving her inside all of a sudden empty, devoid of those fingers that were pleasuring her.

In utter disappointment and frustration she glared at Arlan who held her back gently and made her lay in bed, while he whispered, "Patience, my love."

She was angry, her eyes darkened. Patience was the last thing she wanted at this moment but his last words managed to coax her, the demoness inside her who was crazily craving for him, making her wait for what he was upto.

Arlan distinctly noticed the flash of darkness in her eyes, a clear indication of her displeasure with his sudden pause. It was evident that she wanted him, she was ready to accept him.

Simultaneously, he found himself pondering how she would be if her inner demoness took over completely. Would she assume control, perhaps even dominate him? The thought intrigued him, promising a tantalizing shift in dynamics he eagerly anticipated experiencing. However, for the present moment, it was his turn to dominate her, to immerse her in the depths of true pleasure.

Oriana observed as Arlan moved away, positioning her comfortably on the bed before turning his attention to unbuttoning his pants. She swallowed hard, her gaze briefly capturing the evident effect of their passion even through his clothing.

Her eyes followed the descent of his pants down his waist, but as they continued to lower, she was caught between whether to look at him or avert her gaze, her heart racing like a wild horse in the forest. Just as she decided to avert her gaze, she heard him.

"Do not look away," his voice commanding as he swiftly removed his remaining clothes boldly while looking into her eyes, confidently showing her his nakedness, his perfectly crafted body.

Oriana involuntarily swallowed hard when her gaze landed on his aroused form. Although she had touched and felt him on that one particular night, seeing him was a different experience altogether. It felt like her breath was momentarily trapped in her chest.

He leaned over her, with his palms resting on her side. "Touch me."

Just like that night he instructed her, the only difference was he was not drunk at this moment but sane. She moved her both hands and held him just like that night, only to witness him letting out a suppressed grown at her touch, every muscles on his body seemed to have tightened under that pleasurable sensation.

Oriana felt a surge of contentment upon realizing she could elicit such a response from Arlan, similar to how he affected her. For a moment, she felt an empowering sense of control.

However, impatience soon flickered in Arlan’s eyes. He leaned further down, prompting her to release her hold. Skilfully, he used his knee to gently part her legs, positioning himself between them with a deliberate intention.

Oriana, albeit nervously, allowed her legs to rest on either side, watching Arlan hover above her. His face drew close to hers as he spoke gently, "It might hurt."

She swallowed hard at his words, but managed a small nod in acknowledgement.

"Hold onto me," he instructed, visibly restraining himself, a battle of patience against the primal urge within him, his beast was growling inside for restricting him.

Gripping his shoulders, Oriana’s petite form was almost concealed beneath his more muscular body. She felt him position himself, his arousal gently brushing against her most intimate part.

Her body tensed at this new touch, so different from the sensation of his fingers, yet she also felt an undeniable anticipation. As he aligned himself to enter, his thumb began to trace slow, deliberate circles around her sensitive nerves, igniting a mix of apprehension and desire, diverting her attention from the pain she would be feeling.

As Arlan proceeded, his gaze remained intently on Oriana, vigilant for any sign of discomfort. When he gently thrust forward, her pained wince made him pause momentarily. However, the soothing motions of his thumb helped alleviate some of her discomfort.

Aware of the faint scent of blood, he realized the inevitable had occurred. Gently, he advised, "Relax," and leaned in to distract her with a sweet kiss. With this tender diversion, he proceeded to move fully inside her.

"Ahh.."

Oriana let out a heavy gasp, mingled with a cry, as she experienced a sensation of her inside being stretched due to the intrusion, unfamiliar and intense, yet bringing with it a profound feeling of fullness.

Oriana’s eyes were closed, her eyelashes dampened with unshed tears. The pain was more intense than she had anticipated, a sharp contrast to what she had known or imagined.

Arlan ceased his movements, gently stroking her thighs with his free hand to ease her discomfort. He remained still, allowing her time to adjust.

"Oriana," he murmured softly, reigning in his own desires, keeping his primal urges at bay.

Her tear-stained lashes fluttered painfully before she opened her eyes, tears rolling down the corner of her eyes, finally. Arlan felt a pang of guilt seeing her in pain, despite his efforts to minimize it.

"I am sorry," he said gently, his fingers tenderly wiping away her tears.

Oriana noticed the tension in his form; the prominent veins on his neck and temples were a testament to his struggle to maintain control. She shook her head slightly, assuring him, "I am alright." She lifted her head to kiss him, whispering against his lips, "Though it hurts, it feels great. Please, do not stop." Her words, a mixture of pain and pleasure, gave him silent permission to continue.

Arlan finally let go of his restraint, beginning to move slowly while keeping his eyes fixed on Oriana for any sign of distress. Despite the lingering pain, she managed a faint, reassuring smile, accompanied by soft moans as he carefully found a rhythm within her.

Once confident that she was no longer in pain, Arlan leaned down to kiss her, the movements of his hips gradually intensifying. The pace of his thrusts increased steadily, synchronized with the rhythm of their shared breaths, as they both navigated this new terrain of intimacy.

The once cold room was now suffused with the heat of passionate intimacy, no longer silent as it resonated with the fervent symphony of Oriana’s moans and Arlan’s insistent groans and heavy pants, along with the flesh being slapped, a testament to the intense connection between the demoness and the dragon, each sound echoing the deepened connection between their hearts.

As their intimacy deepened, shadows began to coil around them, an ethereal darkness emanating from Arlan, ready to be absorbed by Oriana. This wasn’t just physical darkness but something more powerful and elemental, a manifestation of Arlan’s very essence.

Oriana, caught in the whirlwind of pleasure and keeping pace with Arlan’s unyielding rhythm, sensed an approaching climax. Her entire being seemed primed to experience that transcendent pleasure once again, her body and soul on the cusp of a profound release.

In the midst of their passionate embrace, Arlan, equally lost in his desires, neared his own limit, poised on the brink of release. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, as if each was specifically crafted and moulded for the other.

At the zenith of her pleasure, Oriana gasped loudly, her eyes with the deepest shade of dark, entirely widening as time itself seemed to have stopped all of a sudden. The encircling shadows, which had expanded at their peak, momentarily froze, mirroring the stillness of the moment.

After a few breathless seconds, as Oriana relaxed and her head sank back into the pillow, her eyes fluttering shut to savour the intensity of her release, the shadows stirred around. It was as if they were being drawn back into her, absorbed swiftly and completely by her body, swiping them off of their existence.

Arlan, having reached his climax too, allowed his sweat-drenched body to collapse onto hers. Breathing heavily, he nestled his face into the nape of her neck, drawing in her sweet fragrance, trying to calm himself.

He was well aware that her body had absorbed every bit of the essence of his darkness that he offered, which had intensified the pleasure both of them felt, it was never like before.

Oriana, whose eyes had returned to their normal shade, wrapped her arms around him, her touch gentle yet full of emotion. One hand tenderly caressed his sweat-dampened back, while her other fingers softly brushed through the hair at the back of his head. Each gesture was as tender and meaningful as her feelings towards him.

Arlan found her affectionate touch endearing and lifted his head to look at her.

"Are you alright?" he inquired gently.

She responded with a soft nod, "I am."

He moved away from her and shifted back on the bed and drew her petite form into his comforting embrace. His fingers tenderly stroked through her long hair, trailing down her bare back.

"Tired?" he asked, his voice low and caring, his thumb caressing her cheek tenderly.

"A little," she replied quietly, offering him a light smile.

"Rest then," he murmured, pulling her even closer to his chest.

Though he wished to do it more till he exhaust every bit of his strength, he had to control himself because he was not yet aware that how much her body could accept the darkness he was offering. He didn’t wish to overdo it by feeding her body more than it needed. She was a demoness and he needed to get familiar with her other side first.

Oriana nodded and closed her eyes while nestling against his chest, a gentle and content smile painting her lips as she was finally his and there was no distance between them.

She was yet not aware of what this intimacy had provided her with but she felt as if her body had turned new and better all of a sudden.