The Devil's Cursed Witch

For a moment, Ember could not believe he was Draven. She had seen the King of Agartha in his royal splendor, wearing a dignified set of robes and tailcoats. She had even seen him without his clothes on. But this time…

Ember gulped.

Something was different about this wild-looking Draven. Maybe it was her imagination, but his body this time looked more muscular. Under the glare of the sun, his skin glowed like it had golden sparkles stuck to it, and his dark hair was ruffled into a mess by the wind.

'I feel like I'm seeing an untamed beast.'

Her heart started to beat at the wild beauty of the man in front of her, and for a moment, she found herself fortunate to have such a handsome man as her mate.

A Wild Draven.

The typical female inside her had already started to drool over his handsomeness as if she was a pervert.

Draven came to stop in front of Ember and kneeled under her bewildered gaze.

He offered her a small wooden cup which had crystal clear water inside it.

"Water."

"Huh?" It took a moment for her to realize he was saying something to her. She had even forgotten she was dying of thirst a while ago.

"Water," he repeated.

She moved her gaze from his face to the water container in his hands.. For a split second, she wondered where he got it.

"Ah, water."

She distractedly got that wooden cup from him, her gaze flickering in the direction of his muscular chest, and realized her throat was achingly dry. How could it not when she could not stop internally drooling over her mate?

When she felt Draven's eyes on her, Ember retracted her gaze and focused on the water in the cup. Once she was done, Draven took back that wooden cup from her and she happened to meet his gaze moving from her damp lips to her eyes.

There was something in that gaze which made her gulp. She realized she was not the only one feeling attracted to him—he was the same to her.

It was as if time slowed down as she watched his hand move towards her mouth. His thumb gently brushed against the bottom of her wet lips and chin to wipe away the water that spilled while she was distractedly drinking.

The moment his thumb touched her lips, she felt goosebumps cover her body. Of course, this reaction of hers was Draven's intention. He had played with his mate's body enough to know how his touch affects her. Not to mention, every time they were together, his sole attention was on her. He could sense everything about her.

His gaze moved back to her eyes from her lips, only to discover Ember putting her hands on his shoulders, her face moving closer to his. The very next second, her lips touched his.

Draven had already found her sweet scent getting stronger, and he knew she was attracted to him enough to want him. The fact that his mate was being greedy these days made him smile.

He kissed her back, deliberately, playfully nibbling at her lower lip before pulling away.

Her hands moved along his bare body as she whispered, "You look so good like this."

"You like this appearance better?" he asked before pulling her into another kiss.

"I like you in every way, but like this, there is something different about you."

Draven could feel how her hands naughtily glided along his chest, trying to feel his firm muscles.

"Different?"

She swiped a tongue across her lips as she deliberately ogled at his perfectly sculpted body. "Hmm, how do I say this? It looks like gold dust is sprinkled on your skin, it's shining." She then smiled at his ruggedly handsome face. "You look…umm…a wild rogue, the kind that will give in to his most primitive instincts so…I can't stop looking at you."

"You like the wild me?"

"Maybe?" she replied as hunger in her eyes grew. "I think so. Yes."

Draven pulled her into a passionate kiss, and soon, their bodies were lying on the grassy field. After pulling away to let her catch her breath, he asked, "Do you want to go back? It might not be comfortable for you to do it outside…"

"I am fine here. Don't stop," she said and moved her head up to kiss him once more.

Draven gripped his hands around her body and flipped her over him. Their position was rather intimate, with him lying on his back on that grassy field while she was hovering above him. He smirked. "This will be more comfortable for you."

Ember looked at the man under her. His muscular body felt great, and in this position, she had the reins, like she could take control over this wild man.

"Well, let's check if it truly feels good—" But then, she paused. She looked up in the sky, as if looking for something. "Can anyone see us from up there?"

"No one dares," was all Draven said, his fingers twisting a stray strand of her hair.

With his assurance, Ember stared down at the cheeky man with a naughty smile. They needed to continue where they stopped. Ember didn't have any reservations at all.

Soon, their surroundings were filled with erotic sounds, the pair of mates engaged in an intimate act without a single care in the world.

After who knows how long, Ember laid across her man's sweat-covered body, feeling utterly tired, her limbs refusing to move. She found Draven sloppily dressing her in her dirty clothes before carrying her in his arms.

That was the last thing she remembered after passing out from exhaustion.

When she woke up, she found herself inside an unfamiliar place.

She rubbed her eyes in a daze. "Where am I?"

She looked around the bare wooden walls and found herself sitting on top of a quaint-looking bed which had only a soft sheet covering it but not a mattress. After she wiped the last traces of sleep from her face, she realized she seemed to be inside a small wooden cottage.

'Where is Draven?'

Just then, her ears caught noise coming from outside the door. She climbed down the bed while holding that sheet in front of her chest to cover her naked self.

'Where is my dress?'

After looking around, she found the dress placed on one wooden shelf and it was not in a good shape. She briefly recalled that when both of them were busy enjoying themselves by the riverbank, her mate didn't bother to remove her dress— he ripped it apart.

She sighed, pitying her beautiful dress, but then realized…she was not sorry after all. His rare wildness was more than worth sacrificing a dress.

A furious blush covered her face as she remembered what happened afterwards.

Once more, the noise outside the door pulled her attention, and she decided to check. 'It must be Draven.'

Wrapping that sheet around her securely, she tried to walk towards the door as quietly as she could, to the point she was approaching it on tiptoes. Her body didn't feel sore as Draven chose to stop when she asked him to.

Ember peeked out of the door and saw something difficult to believe. She never thought a day would come when she would get to see this view.