Chapter 27: THE WEDDING NIGHT (2)
Arella trembled slightly due to his actions, and she felt like she was floating on a cloud. Everything felt so new, so raw, and every fiber of her body felt sensitized. "Fuck." King Varziel murmured as he trailed his lips down from her neck to the pulse point that was beating frantically.
"Your majesty?" Arella breathed out. She was sure her skin was on fire.
"It’s Varziel, my queen." He corrected, biting the side of her breast so hard she was sure that it would leave a mark. He peeked up at her, his red eyes meeting her emerald ones, as he trailed his tongue along the bite, soothing the sting with a warm, sensual lick.
Arella tried hard to swallow as a shiver ran down her spine. He had no right being as seductive as he was. Had no right being so enticing. Rationally tugged at the edges of her thoughts, reminding her of unstated duties and the need for boundaries. She badly wanted to resist, her very being having that low itch to stop this, to have a discussion on what they each expected from each other at the very least.
All she was seeing at that moment, however, was King Varziel as his lips curled into a smirk against her skin. He lowered his eyes to look at the blooming red bite mark, and his lips pulled up further, as if to praise her for wearing his marks.
Her breath hitched as she realized what his expression meant without him having to speak. The dark and possessive glitter in his eyes and the unrestrained desire brimming in his gaze stole any words she wanted to say. His fingers were still thrusting inside her, maintaining that unrelenting rhythm forcing sounds from her that she barely recognized as her own.
Arella was almost sure that he was giving her a chance to breathe with how slow he was moving.
Getting down from the high of her orgasm was much faster than she had anticipated, and the feeling of another orgasm built ever so slowly. King Varziel had taken her other nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as if it were the tastiest thing he had ever had. His teeth and tongue worked in tandem to push her closer to the edge.
Writhing beneath him, Arella allowed herself to be carried by the feeling of his fingers, of his tongue, and of his skin against hers. She was not sure why she even felt as she did. Sex had never felt so... exhilarating. The electricity between them seemed to grow with every passing second, filling her with a strong sense of need.
Yes, she needed him to be inside her.
She was almost a hundred percent sure that that was the only thing that would quell the fire that seemed to burn beneath her skin. Her hunger was primal, all-consuming—a fire beneat her skin that only he could quench.