Chapter 26: THE WEDDING NIGHT (1)
King Varziel, taking those words as her consent, lowered his head and captured her lips with his in a fiery kiss. It was different. Before her consciousness sank into a beautiful haze, Arella could only notice that the kiss was unlike any other she had ever experienced.
It was even different from the one they had shared at the wedding. It was rough but not as forceful as she would have imagined a demon’s kiss to be. The warmth of his lips melted her defenses, sending a shiver down her spine. At the wedding, she had some semblance of control. However, now, she felt as if she was going to be devoured; as if he was hungrier than he was at the wedding.
Hungry for her.
Although the kiss was rough, the king’s movements were unhurried, as if he were savoring the moment, intending to have her for his meal.
This realization sent a shiver down her spine.
Arella’s hands instinctively reached up, one finding its way to the back of his neck, her fingers threading through his damp hair. The other rested above his shirt, which she had gripped so tightly in a fist. She could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palm, matching the frantic rhythm of her own.
King Varziel pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his red eyes glowing faintly. "You taste of wine and something divine," he murmured, running his thumb over her lips. "It is a taste I cannot quite name but will forever from this moment crave."
Arella’s breath hitched at his words, her whole body feeling like it had been set ablaze. "This is dangerous," she whispered, though she made no move to pull away.
"On the contrary, I personally believe this is the safest I have ever felt." His tone was teasing: "Danger is but a matter of perspective, my angel."