Chapter 29: THE WEDDING NIGHT (4)
King Varziel groaned, his movements becoming erratic as her climax pulled him towards his own. The tight heat of her around him was almost too much too bear, and with a deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, his release surging through him. The pleasure of it all caused him to release her leg, allowing it to fall onto the bed. His growl of pleasure was primal, and his body tensed as he spilled into her, marking her. Bowing his body, he sunk his face into her neck and took a deep bite from the side.
Arella immediately wrapped her legs around him, her body still reeling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and groaned gently as his teeth sunk into her flesh.
For a long moment, the world seemed to stand still. The crackling of the fire was the only sound in the room, mingling with their ragged breaths as they slowly came back to themselves. Varziel’s hand loosened the grip on her, and with a flick of his fingers, the restraints vanished, leaving Arella’s wrists free.
"You’re mine now." He murmured to the side of her neck. She curled her fingers into his shoulders, her body still trembling. She could not find the words to respond, not when every nerve of her body seemed alive with sensation.
He once again tightened his hold on her and repositioned them. His movements were fluid and precise as he rested on his knees, pulling her body up so that she was flush against his chest. Arella had to wrap her legs around his waist tighter to ensure she did not slip. The new angle sent a jolt of pleasure through her, drawing a startled cry from her lips.
His fingers found her wings once more, and he dragged them down the feathers, taking pleasure in the hitch in her breath and the hoarse groan his actions elicited. Still hard, he rocked them ever so slowly, and his eyes roved over her flushed face and the marks he had left on her neck and shoulders. "You look divine like this," he murmured, "like a queen born to be worshiped."
With a hazy mind, Arella allowed herself to sink in the moment.
His thrusts were slow and impossibly deep. The sensation was almost too much, as she had already cum. However, she could not find it in her to ask him to stop, not when it felt so good. The fire that had been burning beneath her skin had also finally settled into a soft hum.
Her wings fluttered open, and the world went even darker as she wrapped them over his back, brushing against his arms and skin as they moved together in a sort of rhythm.