Tyrant's Obsession With The Heiress-Chapter 88: Heat Between The Devil And His Angel [semi 18+]

Chapter 88: Heat Between The Devil And His Angel [semi 18+]

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A cost that no man should ever have to pay. Those words were haunting, and it made Lady Karina wonder just what Orpheus Van Merikh sacrificed in the cause for more power.

She thought on it a moment longer, relating back to Orpheus’ interest in the White Phoenix. Was that why the man was seeking out the heavenly beast? To escape the darkness of the creature possessing him?

Still, if he was not ready to tell her, she would not pester him. As much as time was of the essence, handling Orpheus had turned out to be quite a delicate and complicated matter.

The man was far more fragile than one would expect, and if she didn’t handle him with care, she may very well bring about further doom on her people and provoke whatever was inside him lying dormant for now.

"Aye, my pet," she said sweetly, seeing pure fear in his eyes for the first time. The dual colours were always stern, but now they seemed somewhat glossy, wavering. "I will not press further, but I hope that one day you will come to share it with me."

Perhaps one day. But not now. Not when he was vying for her hand in marriage so desperately and practically failing.

"Karina..." Orpheus uttered her name, his voice low and filled with something that was familiar. He exhaled shakily, another unusual thing for him but he could feel himself faltering like a fool again.

Orpheus’ body began to burn with need, with desire he had held in for so long, with yearning that he never wanted to force upon the lady. But now? It was becoming unbearable.

He needed to taste her skin, worship her body with his tongue, and bring pleasure to her with his hands until her body was writhing for more.

It was an aching need and the longer she remained on his lap, the more difficult it became to contain himself.

And Lady Karina watched the fear in his eyes turn into something she had always recognised. It was the way he always looked at her when his eyes were soaking in her beauty, whenever he was visually devouring every inch of her skin.

It was intense. Burning like the fire in him. She could feel it, the way his hands tightened on her hips like he was afraid to let go.

It was undeniable that she shared that ache, that need, reminding her of the night heat pooled between her thighs when he kissed her in the solar.

That familiar heat began to stir again, and along with it came the throbbing inside, like she was empty.

"Orpheus..." Lady Karina murmured his name, her eyes never leaving his as heated silence hung between them.

Their breaths mingled with their lips just inches apart, feeling the heat between them rise further. It was something she shouldn’t indulge in, for it was wrong and inappropriate and defied all the etiquettes she was ever taught as a lady.

But Lady Karina couldn’t take it anymore. She abandoned all sense of reasoning and rushed forward to let Orpheus capture her lips once more.

There was no finesse this time. No sweetness. Just a blazing fusion between their lips while she panted against his mouth each time they changed the angle.

Orpheus, with his lips never leaving hers, stood up and placed Lady Karina on the table. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, one hand grasping at the roots of his hair.

The man’s mouth was a furnace on her skin, his tongue doing obscene things to her mouth she had never known before. It was far more different and intense than anything she’d ever learnt from Lady Drosera.

It was nothing tame like what she’d read in books.

Orpheus himself had lost all sense of reason. He only felt the raw need to possess, to savour her taste, to greedily have whatever he could of her even if it was fleeting and brief.

And when his lips left hers, it was only to leave a trail of fire with his tongue down the crevice of her neck. The sensation made her lips part in a soundless keen, her head falling back.

Orpheus couldn’t stop, not now, and if Lady Karina hated it, then she should push him away now while she had the chance.

Out of breath, his head moved up to look at her, seeing the flush in her cheeks and her damp forehead. His eyes searched for permission in hers, afraid to speak the words himself.

Lady Karina nodded slowly, and that was all the permission he needed before he dove back to claim every spot on her neck. He used one hand to brace himself on the table, and the other gently peeled her dress away off her right shoulder.

The skin there quickly reddened as his mouth closed over it, and Lady Karina covered her own mouth to stifle a gasp. She could hardly believe she was here, doing this with a man who was not yet her husband.

Yet.

She could do no more than let her fingers tug at his thick, curly hair as his mouth suckled on her skin. It made her body pebble with goosebumps, feeling his warm, wet tongue lap over the spot he left a mark on.

Lady Karina tilted her head to give him better access, letting him drag the cool fabric of her dress down her skin until, watching as he slowly slipped it off her left shoulder next.

Orpheus’ gaze darkened appreciatively, seeing the plump sweetness of her breasts pushed up by her corset. It was so very inviting that he couldn’t resist sucking on the softness, leaving a trail of kisses and bites.

Slowly but surely, his hands moved to her back, finding the laces of her white corset. He held her gaze, ensuring she knew who it was that was touching her, who was tasting her skin and who was claiming it.

Lady Karina sucked in a sharp breath when Orpheus’ fingers grazed over the laces, undoing each thread with deliberate slowness. Her hands found his shoulders to hold onto, her fingers sinking into the hardness.

Orpheus leaned down to whisper in her ear as he slowly pulled each thread loose. "Tell me, Karina," he murmured huskily. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

The question had her stunned. In all her years, Lady Karina hadn’t fully experienced the reactions her body had to Orpheus. In theory, she knew what it was, but experiencing it was an entirely different thing.

She knew it was improper; hence, she never acted on desires. In fact, she knew very little of how to pleasure herself or if it was even the right thing to do.

"No..." Lady Karina admitted in a shaky breath, feeling his warmth ghost over the shell of her ear even though his lips were cold to the touch. "I have...never, nor have I have known how to..."

So he would undoubtedly be her first. Her revelation made Orpheus’ lips twitch into something devilish as he pulled the last thread loose from her corset.

"It is such a pity that you have never known pleasure, angel," Orpheus whispered, his teeth grazing over the sensitive spot behind her ear and making her shudder. His new nickname for her, ’angel,’ was something unexpected. "But I am also pleased that you will be experiencing it for the first time."

Lady Karina swallowed thickly as he slowly removed her corset, baring the upper half of her body to him. She felt completely exposed, vulnerable, and tiny under his heated gaze.

Orpheus’ jaw clenched with restraint as his eyes raked over her fair, creamy skin, the delicious swell of her breasts and their rosy buds.

She had already stripped bare in front of him before, but she still felt self-conscious. She brought her hands up to cover her breasts in shame, her lips pressed tightly into a thin line.

Orpheus didn’t want her to hide from him. He knelt before her, his hands on her hips. The man was so much taller that even kneeling down in front of the short table she was seated on, his lips could still reach her neck.

"Please, Karina, do not hide from me," he pleaded. His voice was so tender, it was hard to believe he was the same man who brought ruin to her homeland and life. It felt sinful. "I may not have said it in words before, but you are far more breathtaking than anything I have ever seen."

It was rare to see the man express his thoughts, but she could see by his eyes that his words were genuine. The Devil looked upon her as if she was something to feast on, something to devour whole.

Slowly, Lady Karina lowered her hands, and Orpheus offered her an appreciative smile. She could feel her core growing hotter and wetter under every touch and stare from him. It made her press her thighs together with growing need.

"That’s my girl," he complimented, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

Was this really Orpheus Van Merikh?

How could he be so surprisingly sweet?