The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 761: This Is How I Feel

Erin turned to look back. First, she glanced at the hand that was holding hers, then slowly moved her gaze to meet Lucian’s. He was looking at her steadily, his gaze unwavering and filled with something more—something different than before.

With a light tug, he pulled her closer, and she ended up colliding against his chest. Her hand rested on his chest instinctively, but before she could move away, his arms wrapped around her, holding her firmly and securely against him.

"I do understand what you mean," his low, deep voice reached her ears, sending a shiver down her spine. His gaze held hers, puzzled yet intense, as he continued. "I am not good with words and probably never will be. But know this—you are the woman my heart chose because it fell for you long ago. I didn’t understand it then, but I always knew I felt something for you that I’d never felt for anyone else. And now, I know clearly—what I feel for you is love. I truly love you, Erin, and it would be impossible to live this life without you by my side."

Erin stared at him, her wide eyes searching his face, as if trying to confirm this wasn’t a dream. His words echoed in her heart, louder than she thought possible. It felt surreal—like her wishful thinking had manifested into reality. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"I might remain the same going forward," he admitted, his voice softer now. "Words may continue to fail me, but my actions will never let you doubt what I feel for you." His gaze dropped to her lips, his intent clear. "And right now, this is how I feel."

Before she could respond, he closed the distance between their faces, his lips gently planted on hers.

For a moment, Erin froze, completely taken aback. Her mind raced, trying to process everything. This wasn’t a dream; it was happening. Lucian’s confession, his closeness, it was all real.

She could feel his warmth, the softness of his lips against hers, and the steady strength of his embrace. Her eyes widened in surprise, but the gentle press of his lips was grounding, pulling her back to the present.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers, his own expression unreadable yet filled with quiet intensity. Her flushed face, the way her lips parted slightly, the astonishment in her eyes—it all captivated him. He wordlessly stared at her, as if taking in every detail of her beauty.

His hand moved to her cheek, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. "Erin," he murmured, her name rolling off his lips like a prayer.

The sound of her name, spoken so tenderly while he was this close, sent her heart racing faster than she thought possible. She felt vulnerable, exposed in a way she had never experienced before.

Never had she imagined she could be reduced to such a weak state, but this man... in front of him she could not help but be like this, entirely controlled by him without him truly having to do anything.

Before she could steady herself, he leaned in again, his lips capturing hers once more. This kiss was deeper, slower, and more deliberate. Erin’s mind momentarily turned blank, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.

It was her first kiss, and despite all the romance novels she’d read, nothing had prepared her for the reality of it. Her body didn’t move at first, frozen in the moment. She had asked for his attention, had hoped for romance, but now that it was happening, she was utterly unprepared.

Lucian’s hand moved to the back of her head, his long fingers threading through her soft hair. His other hand tightened its hold around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. The kiss grew more intense, stirring emotions in Erin she hadn’t even realized were there.

Her instincts finally took over, and she responded, letting herself be guided by him. Her hands gripped the lapels of his winter coat, anchoring herself to him as she surrendered to the passion he was showing her. She let go of everything—her doubts, her worries, her fears—and allowed herself to drown in the moment, in him.

Lucian deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers, his tongue invading her small mouth with a fervor that sent a jolt through Erin’s entire body. His tongue skilfully sought for hers, tasting it like sweet delicacy.

For Erin, the world outside ceased to exist—there was only him, his warmth, his strength, and the overwhelming emotion pouring into the kiss. Her hands, which had been gripping his coat, slid up to his shoulders, her fingers trembling as they found their way into his hair.

The soft sound of her breath mingled with his as the kiss grew more fervent, more urgent, their feet moving along the floor as both lost in the intensity of the kiss.

Lucian broke the kiss for a brief moment, his forehead resting against hers as they both caught their breath, panting heavily, their eyes closed as if relishing this beautiful moment in silence.

Erin’s cheeks were flushed, her lips tingling, and her heart pounding so fiercely she thought it might burst.

"Erin," he whispered again, his voice carrying a mix of tenderness and desire. "I want us to stay here tonight."

Her breath hitched, her heart racing as she processed his words. She knew what they meant, what he was asking of her, and yet, she found herself unable to respond.

"Shall we?" he asked softly, his tone gentle yet steady, as if giving her the space to decide.

With her eyes still closed, her heart pounding in her chest, Erin nodded lightly. The simple gesture was all the answer he needed.

Lucian’s hands moved to her shoulders. Slowly, he slid her winter coat off, letting it fall to the floor in a soft heap. Erin’s body stiffened—not from the cold, but from the anticipation of what was to come. She kept her gaze lowered, too overwhelmed to meet his eyes.

The next moment, she heard the rustle of fabric and saw Lucian’s winter coat join hers on the floor. Her pulse quickened as she realized there was no turning back now.

Before she could fully process it, she felt herself lifted effortlessly into his strong arms. A soft gasp escaped her lips as her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding onto him for support.

Her wide eyes finally met his, and she was struck by the intensity of his gaze—steady, warm, and showing the depth of his love that made her heart race.