Marry The Devil
Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Francis growled with his body emitting heat. He just didn’t understand what exactly it was that was going on.

It felt like he was going to lose his sanity. But there was something that he didn’t understand, why Arabella’s body brought him relief.

Francis had his eyes widened and his body stiffened. He looked at her ...confused. He was beginning to think if it was every woman who had the ability to bring him back to normal, but he shook his head, knowing it was only Mala. The woman he had always longed for.

How did Arabella’s touch gradually work?

Francis’ breath was heavy. He was caught between the feeling of relief and pushing her away. But after a while, he noticed he started feeling like he wasn’t getting enough of her.

That feeling when one wants something but you’re only getting a hint of it and you need more.

"What’s this?" Francis asked. He pulled her back to see if he could look into her eyes and yes he could. Her gaze did nothing to him like Mala’s.

"I am here now. I can make you feel better. I am all yours," Arabella whispered to Francis.

Francis looked at her with the devil inside him almost losing control, he had no choice. He couldn’t control it.

He pulled her in and hugged her. A smile appeared on Arabella’s face; finally, she had gotten what she wanted.

Francis knew something was off. The devil inside him released something that he had never felt before.

Lust.

His eyes didn’t go back to normal like Mala would make it, instead, it glowed red with lust.

Francis pushed her off and he turned towards the wall, leaning on it as he tightened his fist. He growled as he tried to get a hold of himself, but at that point, his devil seemed to be more in control.

The feeling wasn’t any similar to what he felt around Mala.

With Mala, he wanted to be gentle with her. He wanted to have her so badly but he still didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted her to be by his side forever. He wanted to always touch and hold her...but with Arabella, he just wanted to have a taste of her body to fill up his wants.

He wanted to tear her clothes and devour her in whatever way that he could. "What have you done!" Francis growled. His eyes were red and he slowly walked towards her. "what did you do?"

Arabella looked into Francis’ eyes and she could read through him like a book. "You want me, don’t you?" She asked, whispering as she untied her clothes. She smirked as she loosened every knot, making the cloth gently fall off her shoulders, revealing her body and clear skin.

Francis felt a wave of untamed desire run across his body as he set his eyes on her. "Go ahead. Make me cry," she said, chuckling and swaying her body gently.

She knew what sir. Oliver’s spells on her did to the King and it was just what she wanted. Arabella loved what she was seeing. She loved the look on his face and the lust in his eyes.

"I would make you feel this way every single day if I have the chance," she said and she moved towards Francis who’s eyes were glued on her body.

She went behind him and untied his robe. The feeling worsened when her hands landed on his shoulder.

Francis turned swiftly and grabbed her. He grabbed her neck and pinned her against the wall as he kissed her neck hungrily.

It was nothing but pure pain, but it was what she wanted, wasn’t it? She endured it with her eyes shut and her lips sucked in, waiting for the part where the pleasure would kick in.

Francis then picked her up and threw her on the bed as he completely removed his rob, leaving his upper body visible. "go easy on me," she managed to say, looking at the complete devil before her.

His human part was completely gone.

His skin had scales and his fingers had Long claws. A long horn that curled backwards appeared on his head and his teeth, was like that of a beast.

But even with everything, Francis’ beauty still remained undefined.

Francis gently went upon her. His claws ran through her body...almost every minute, he would mistakenly leave small cuts on her skin but he couldn’t care less. All that he wanted was a taste of that human.

He went ahead to kiss her, his teeth biting her lips every now and then. The kiss intensified and he went ahead to kiss her neck again.

The deed hadn’t even been done yet but her body was already filled with cuts and bruises.

"Ahhh!" "Ahhhhh!" Arabella’s cries soon filled the room as Francis kissed every part of her body.

"Stop!" She cried as she felt nothing but heat and pain.

Francis growled and glared at her. He grabbed her neck and pinned her on the bed. "This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" He asked...finally, the devil inside him realized he couldn’t even touch another woman.

The feeling of lust turned into anger the moment Arabella’s body began to irritate him.

He sensed that what he felt towards her wasn’t normal. She had done something to him.

"Isn’t this what you wanted?" He growled as he picked her up and threw her on the ground. "If I do not find, Mala, you’ll die before you think you would," Francis threatened before he went out of sight.

Arabella rolled on the ground as she felt nothing but pure pain on every part of her body. She cried and screamed, overwhelmed with anger and fear. "You’re mine, Francis! I’ll have you to myself! You belong to me and me alone!" She cried.

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Meanwhile, Francis went out of the room and the guards and maids trembled at his sight. They had seen Francis lose a little bit of his human self, but they had never seen him turn into a complete devil.

"His highness is a monster," they whispered with fear.

"He would kill us all one day," they added.

Francis burned everything that came in his way. The stairs and wooden tables. The guards had to kill the fire with water as everyone of them ran around, trying to prevent the palace from burning and getting to safety.

Francis followed Mala’s faint scent and the moment he figured out where she was, he vanished.

Francis appeared in the room and the moment sir. Oliver’s eyes landed on him, he fell to the ground and trembled with fear.

"Your highness, please. It is all because of you!" He yelled.

Francis picked him up and threw him on the ground. "I warned you, didn’t I?" he growled. "I told you not to lay your hands on her!"

He rushed towards Mala and untied the ropes with his mind. He picked her up and he couldn’t control the tears that rolled out of his eyes. "I should have been there," he whispered, seeing the dried blood on her skin. He tucked her hair behind her hair and even though she was unconscious, she still made him feel human again.

"Your highness....where are you taking her to?" Sir. Oliver asked with fear.

"Silver kingdom, to ask for her hand in marriage," He coldly answered.

"Your highness...." Sir. Oliver cried.

"If you wouldn’t regard her as a woman next to me, the you would at least regard her as your queen," He answered, before vanishing.

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