Chapter 79: THE NIGHT OF A KING AND QUEEN (2)
Arella trembled in his grasp, her breath hitching as his fingers moved slowly. Every touch sent a wave of heat through her spreading a fire from the tips of her wings all the way to the tips of her toes.
King Varziel’s lips traced a path along her jaw, his breath warm against her skin. "You are always so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers continued their torturous pace, drawing soft whimpers from her lips.
Her hands gripped his shoulders as she arched into him, craving more, needing more. His chuckle was low before he captured her lips again, swallowing her gasps as he continued to pleasure her. His fingers were skilled as he found that spot deep inside of her that throbbed and brushed it gently. "Always so beautiful in my arms," he said as he broke off the kiss.
It was all Arella could do to keep her body pressed against him, writhing for more. She was panting for breath, seeking sanity she could not have as she the pleasure consumed her. She hated how she loved the feeling of fullness his fingers had inside her. He accelerated his pace, stroking and kissing her, and the tandem threatened to undo her.
"Let go for me, my queen," he whispered, his forehead resting against hers.
Arella shattered at his command, a cry escaping her lips as the tension that had coiled within her finally burst. Her whole body spasmed hard over his fingers as she came. She felt tears spring into her eyes and wet her cheeks as the force of her orgasm felt like it had broke her nerves apart. She took in deep breaths, and King Varziel held her through it, pressing kisses along her temple, murmuring praises against her skin.
As the aftershocks faded, she rested her head against his shoulder, breathless, but still not sated.
He ran his fingers through her hair, pressing a kiss on the top of her head before he hooked his arms underneath her thighs, and lifted her fully onto the desk, spreading her before him. The air of the study suddenly felt cool, different from the heat of his hands as they slid up her legs, pushing the fabric of her gown higher to expose her inch by inch.
Arella let out a shuddering breath as his mouth followed the path of his hands, his lips ghosting over her skin, and his teeth grazing just enough to send a delicious thrill through her body. Her fingers curled against the wood of the desk with her nails lightly scraping against it as anticipation built within her.