The Devil's Cursed Witch-Chapter 325 Playing With Fire

Touch him…?

Even though his words were vague, she understood what he meant precisely because she too wanted that. To reach out and wrap her fingers around that length, to feel those bulging veins so prominent on his hardness…

She was spellbound, and before she knew it, her small hand had moved down, brushing against that throbbing piece of erect flesh with her cold trembling fingers, before wrapping it firmly in her hand. 𝒇𝗿𝙚ℯ𝑤ℯ𝑏𝒏𝑜ѵe𝙡.c𝐨ｍ

Draven hissed with his jaw clenched the moment she touched it, while Ember found herself growing breathless in amazement.

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest at the size that a single hand of hers could barely hold—that hot pulsating manhood seemingly still growing larger in her hand. She could not believe this thing had been inside her. She moved her hand, slowly sliding from the head down to feel it entirely, and at that move, it twitched and throbbed against her palm. A low throaty groan escaped her man's lips, the corded muscles of his arms visibly tightening.

"You playing with fire, Ember," he hissed. He asked her to touch but he didn't expect her to move her hand like this. That warm palm felt indescribably soft, and the pressure of her grasp caused his entire body to stiffen. It took him all of his willpower to prevent himself from punishing his cheeky little mate and ravishing her body until she begs for mercy.

"I like fire," she replied in a brazen manner, stroking his length as if to prove her point.

"You have no idea what such fire can cause you."

His warning was received by another teasing stroke.

"You are the one who told me to touch you," she retorted, still not letting go of his manhood. Seeing the intense struggle in his eyes, she had a passing thought, 'It feels strangely good to see him react this way.'

He gritted his teeth as his darkening red eyes pressed her. "So bold, huh? I might make you regret it."

She enjoyed seeing him like this, to see him struggling at her mercy. Under the naughty movements of her hand, the muscles on his entire body were covered in delicious sweat, each sharp line and plane showing how much he was restraining himself.

"Make me regret it, then," she said boldly, unaware how she was nothing more than a little kitten taunting a dangerous wild beast.

Draven wanted to let go of himself, to flip her on her stomach and bury himself deep inside her but….he said he wouldn't hurt her. He wanted to teach her exactly how dangerous a game she was playing, that she was provoking an untamable beast, but he stopped himself.

'Just you wait.' pan(da-n0vel.c)om

He removed her hand from his manhood and moved it towards the sensitive spot in between her legs. Realizing what he was up to, her entire body seemingly turned red. "What are you—"

"Letting you know what these naughty hands of yours can do." He used her own hand to do what he would do to her, and this subverted what she knew of the world.

"Nggh, no, wait—D-Draven!" she gasped as she attempted to pull her hand back, her body turning soft and pliant from embarrassment. "Let go…haaa…haaa…I'm going to—"

"Do you feel good?" He then held her hand in front of her, showing off those drenched fingers towards their shy owner. "Wet enough for me to punish you."

Ember felt her entire body shudder, equally conscious and excited by her own arousal, and she felt like hiding underneath the covers. However, the man had flipped her on her stomach before she could get out of her embarrassment.

"Ah, Draven…?" she exclaimed in shock, but her entire body was as soft as cotton at this moment, and she could do nothing with his hand against her back, pushing her down. His large hand felt like a heavy rock keeping her in position. Why did he flip her?

The next moment, she found him hovering behind her, his naked body pressing against her, the heat from his body being absorbed into hers. His hot skin felt delightful against her cold one, and his scorching hot breath fanning against her nape was causing her entire body to lose strength.

His throbbing manhood pressed against her bottom as his legs stretched along hers. His hot breath continued to brush on the crook of her neck, and she let out a moan when his warm and moist lips grazed the sensitive skin where her crimson mate mark was located.

Ember could not help but be alarmed. Her delicate body was sandwiched between his massive body and the soft mattress underneath, both of her hands on the sides being held down by Draven, his fingers entangled with hers. Twisting her face away from the soft pillow, she called out as her heart thundered inside her chest, "Draven, what are you going—"

"Going to make you regret what you did," he answered, as he titled his face to look at her. Her eyes met with his and she didn't get a good feeling about the wicked glint in them.

Before she could fully register the meaning of his words, she found him moving back to kneel, pulling her hips along with him as his lust-laden voice reached her ears.

"On your knees, Ember."

She didn't even need to understand his command as he had easily positioned her body on his own, without waiting for her to react. He held her hands and made her upper body lean forward, settling her palms and elbows on the mattress . "Yes, just like this."

With her heart beating loudly inside her chest, only the sounds of her rugged breathing echoed inside the chamber. She could not see him as he was behind her, and it made her nervous—and incredibly excited—inside. His actions had been beyond what she expected so far, and he was different from back then. What they did on the night of the full moon made her feel fulfilled, completed, but it was nothing more than an instinctive need. But tonight, tonight was different…he was teaching her the various flavors of pleasure.