Marry The Devil
Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Francis carried her in her hands as he appeared somewhere in the bushes of Crescent village. He just wanted to be away from everyone. He wanted to stay away from everything.

He just wanted some time away from everything that reminded him about the prophecy. He wanted to stay away from the fear ... .the pain, the guilt, the hatred and everything that kept him away from Mala.

He sat on the ground, held her in his arms and cried as much as he could. "I should have been there for you. I shouldn’t have let them touch you," he cried as he gently stroked her face.

That feeling of guilt came back. Everything that happened to his mother was repeating itself. "Do you really have to die on the Crescent night, Mala? Do I have to live without you after everything? Do I have to live with the fear of having to kill you later?" He asked, still holding her.

"For how long would I be able to protect you? Will I be able to protect you from myself on the crescent night when I don’t have control over myself? Would I be able to protect you from Oliver? Is making you a queen even going to be enough?" Francis asked.

His heart ached and his heart rate dropped. He kept looking at Mala as the dimmed light of the moon shone on her face. "I really do not know what to do with you, Mala," he whispered as he rested his head on the tree behind them. "I don’t want to be the devil, Mala. I don’t want to have to kill you. But I don’t have a choice, do I?" Francis asked himself.

Francis took a while to breathe. Maybe marrying Mala would make him feel better. Maybe if he took care of her and protected her, it would ease him of the guilt. He wouldn’t feel so bad, would he? At least he would give her the life that she wanted before he....unalived her.

"If you keep your chest in my face like this, I am afraid that I might lose control," he voice said weakly and Francis immediately lowered his head to look at her.

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~Aurora’s POV

I opened my eyes gently and the first thing that I saw was his masculine chest before me. His scent ran through my nose and I couldn’t help but smile.

I knew he would come for me.

He looked into my eyes for the first time after that day and he immediately looked away again. He closed his eyes and turned back at me.

"I’m sorry that I failed to keep you safe, Mala," he said with pain in his voice.

"Where are your clothes?" I asked, still staring at him.

"I am busy worrying about you, but there you are, obsessing over me," he said, then he scoffed.

"I have nothing to worry about anymore. I’m in your arms now. I know nothing would ever go wrong with me," I answered with a warm smile. I sensed his fear and how sad he was. It warmed my heart that there was someone who truly cared about me.

But something kept bothering me. "It seems like everyone thinks I am going to kill you one day. Is it possible or are they only using it as an excuse to hate me?" I asked.

I was bothered, and maybe a little bit scared.

"It’s not true. They only said it because they want me to get married to Arabella," he answered.

I looked at Francis and moved my face closer to his body. Why didn’t I notice earlier?

"Why do you smell like her?" I asked,and yes I was angry.

Why would he have her scent on his body? They must have been so close to each other for him to smell like her.

My heart ached as the thought of it ran through my mind. So I was being stupid the whole time? Thinking he actually loved me and was like that towards just me.

Men....even the devil isn’t any better.

I snatched myself from his grip and managed to stand up. I limped...my legs ache not as much as my heart did.

"You couldn’t lift a nerve earlier but now your jealousy has given you the strength to walk?" He asked and I didn’t say anything to him. I just walked away as I cried.

The thought of sharing him broke me. "You slept with her, didn’t you?" I asked and I paused, leaving him to walk towards me.

He only kept walking without saying anything.

He wasn’t even denying it.

"You slept with her didn’t you!" I screamed as I turned and hit his chest with my fists. "How dare you! I gave you everything! I told you that you could have me whenever you wanted to, but you didn’t listen! Only for you to go and sleep with that garden witch! You can go ahead and marry her if that’s what you want!

Obviously, her corset seems tighter than mine and she attracted you! Marry her! Sleep with her for as long as you want!" I cried.

I no longer worried about myself.

Why did he make me feel so loved if he would go ahead and sleep around afterwards?

"Come here," he said in the naughtiest way that you could think of. He dragged me and placed my head on his chest. "replace her scent with yours," he whispered.

"Why did you sleep with her?" I cried.

"I didn’t. I would never," he answered, gently stroking my back.

"Then...then why do you smell like her?"

"They kept her in our room instead of you. I only made her pay for what she had done. It’s not my fault. I don’t like her scent either," he answered and I sniffled.

I felt quite embarrassed. I cried like that over nothing.

"I’m not jealous," I spat and he chuckled.

"You said something about me having you whenever I wanted, didn’t you?" He asked and he pulled me backwards. He stroked my face and looked at my body.

I swallowed.

He snapped his fingers and a black linen appeared on the ground, perfectly laid. "We’re alone. It’s just you and I, Mala. Shall I?" He asked and he suddenly grabbed my waist.

"If that’s what you want, I wouldn’t hold back," he whispered.

"What. .. what do you mean?" I asked, stuttering. I knew I always asked for it, but at that point when he wanted it, I started to feel like I couldn’t handle it.

"I’ve been holding back for so long, Mala. It feels like I’m going to burst,"he answered. His thick voice went deep into my body as his fingers gently stroked my neck.

"Burst?" I asked.

Will his ...down there really burst if he doesn’t do it?

"But ...but what if people hear us?" I asked.

"Let them hear. It’ll be a testimony that you belong to me and just me. Let them hear your voice if they want to," he said and his hands gently untied my corset.

I swallowed ...my breath was heavy and my heart raced.

I found myself a shameless man.

"I ...I...." I stammered.

"You what? You want it don’t you? You have always asked for it. I’m willing to give it all to you, just the way you want it. It’s just you and I...and the moon staring at us. You have nothing to worry about. Your moans can go as far as they want to. Let me fill you up," he requested, then he went ahead to kiss my neck.

What is this?

I was caught between pleasure, fear and shame. Why would we do it there? In the woods...out in the open.

It would definitely feel like the whole village was staring at us.

Francis slowly moved lower. He went all the way down to my chest and his hands cupped my breasts. It was the first time he would do that... he never touched me in delicate places.

"Francis..." I moaned out his name.

"Shhh, enjoy it," he whispered before going ahead to suck my skin.

So that was what it felt like? But still... It felt wrong. We were outside.

"Francis please...." I moaned. "Francis.... please stop," I said but he didn’t. He went ahead and..... "Francis Please..." I begged further.

He picked me up and went to lay me on the white fabric. He removed my corset completely and lowered my clothes, revealing quite an amount of my breasts. "I’ve always wanted you," he said, then he went ahead to kiss me further.

"Francis...please...don’t," I begged, then suddenly, he stopped. It took me a while to catch my breath. "Don’t you want it? Am I doing anything wrong?" He asked...I could sense the fear in his voice.

I shook my head. "I would just prefer that I have my first time behind closed doors. It feels.... wrong like this," I answered.

He took a deep breath. "I plan to take you to silver village," he said.

"Why? You want to take me back to them? You don’t want me anymore?" I asked with fear.

"No. To ask for your hand in marriage," he answered and my already racing heart worsened.

"I would have just married you directly and made you mine. But I heard women like it when their man asks for her hand in marriage," he answered.

"Francis," I called his name not knowing what to feel.

"When we arrive at Silver village. We’ll get a room in your father’s palace. I can make you moan there, can’t I?" He asked with a look on his face that I couldn’t explain. I could swear that he wasn’t joking. "Or will it make your father uncomfortable hearing you scream and call my name? I can ask him to leave."