Chapter 28: THE WEDDING NIGHT (3)
King Varziel obliged with her plea, his hands exploring the delicate structure of her wings, caressing every inch he could get his hands on with such expert precision it felt as though he had known her body for centuries. He peppered little kisses across her shoulder. His actions caused her to gasp, her breath catching in her throat. Her hips bucked as another wave of pleasure surged through her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she clung to him as her movements became frenzied, chasing a peak that felt so painfully close but just out of reach.
King Varziel trailed his hands down, gripping her waist tightly to steady her as his hips thrust upwards, his cock plunging deeper with every motion. His growls of pleasure resonated in the room, mixing with her breathless moans. Arella felt sweat trickle down her back, as it seemed that the room was alive with heat. The air was thick with the sound of their bodies colliding and their ragged breaths filling the space.
"You’re exquisite," his voice was low and raw with desire. "Every inch of you, my queen," he slammed up into her even harder. "The way you take me—it’s maddening."
Arella’s blood rushed to her cheeks, but there was no room for modesty now. Not with the way their bodies moved together, as if they were forged to fit one another. She gripped onto his hair and pulled his lips from her neck, lifting it up to face her, "I think I am just starting to drive you mad, my king."
She had barely finished her teasing words before she ground her hips down onto his, eliciting a gruttal growl from him. The demon king’s control finally snapped.
In one fluid motion, he had flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. His red eyes glowed in the dark, hunger etched in his eyes. He wrapped his palms against her wrists, pressing gently, although there was nothing gentle about the way he drove himself in her.
"You think you can tease me, my little angel?" he rasped. His voice was a delicious mix of hunger and desire. He let go of her wrist for just a second, leaving a dark, shadowy rope in his wake. The rope bound her hands together, leaving her helpless. The fire crackled seemingly brighter at the corner of her eyes, and it was only then that she noticed that they were facing away from the headboard.
King Varziel lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his shoulder, opening her up to him completely. "Let me show you what it means to belong to me." He thrust deeper now, harder too. Each movement stole the breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping. Arella desperately wanted to cling onto something to steady herself—anything at all. But the shadow that her hands were tied up in seemed to get tighter the more she struggled.
He balanced the leg that was on his shoulder, then wrapped his fingers around her neck while the thumb of his other hand rolled circles around her clit. Shockwaves ripped through her as her body arched under the onslaught of sensations. The combination of his thrusts, the gentle pressure on her neck, and the maddening circles that his thumb drew on her most sensitive spot sent her spiraling toward an edge she was not sure she could survive.
"Varziel," she gasped, her voice raw and ragged as she moaned. Her bound hands tugged futilely against the shadowy restraints. The ropes seemed alive as they loosened whenever she did not struggle and tightened the moment she tried to free herself out of them.
"Say it," King Varziel growled as the hand around her neck tightened ever so slightly. It was not so tight that it hurt, but it was enough to restrict the flow to her lungs. "Say it again." His thumb pressed harder against her clit, sending another jolt of pleasure through her. "Say my name, Arella."