Arlan had read in the book given to him by Sierra that demons can be particularly lustful on the night of a new moon. As expected, Oriana was feeling the same. He could see her efforts to suppress her urges, but when he was there, it was the last thing he would expect from her. Though a demoness, she was his, and he was to take care of everything she needed.
Arlan moved back, knowing very well how his words had affected her. He intentionally called her "demoness," letting her know there was no need for her to hide anything, that he had accepted her as his Demoness.
Oriana raised her gaze to look at him, her eyes flickering with a raging darkness inside her, letting the lust she felt surface visibly. Her body felt like she would go crazy if she didn't have him at that very moment.
"Arlan," she whispered in a daze.
"Hmm?"
"I… want… you…" she struggled with her words while trying to keep herself in control.
