FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 26: THE WEDDING NIGHT (1)

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."

"You say that now," she shook her head. "But I have been warned about demons like you my whole life."

"And I have been warned about angels like you," he countered, "beautiful, untouchable, and yet capable of utterly destroying a man." He grabbed the back of her neck, "Look where I am now, holding on to the most beautiful female I have ever set my eyes on."

"Is that what you think I will do?" She asked, tilting her head, her voice lighter now, almost teasing. "Do you think that I will destroy you?"

"I think," he leaned closer, his lips a breath away from hers, "that I would let you."

He pulled her back into another brain-melting kiss, this time with unbridled hunger. The kiss was like a storm in which he was the hunter and she was the willing prey. Everything else dissolved: the fire crackling in the hearth, the weight of her new responsibilities, and even the anger she had been carrying. With the way King Varziel held her and touched her, it was as if the only thing that existed was the two of them.

Just when she felt she could take no more, he broke from the kiss, and Arella almost took a sigh of relief as she finally had a chance to breathe. A shaky laugh escaped her: "I thought that kiss might kill me." She whispered.

"Oh, my queen," he smirked, "I am just getting started."

In one fluid motion, King Varziel slid his hands down her body, rested them around her waist, and raised her off of the chair.

Arella, surprised by the sudden action, wrapped her legs around his waist. "Why did you..." her words were cut off as he pulled her in for another kiss. He bit her lip, his fangs just barely drawing blood. Arella’s hand ran through his locks, the damp hair the only cool thing about them at that moment.

Arella pulled away, desperate for a breath of air. However, King Varziel was not finished. He trailed his lips down her cheek and down to her neck, where he nibbled. Arella had been sure that taking a breath would do her good, and she would be able to take a breath.

His actions, though, caused her breath to hitch in her throat as she tilted her head back, giving him more access. She lowered her hands from his hair to his neck, pressing his face to her neck even further.

Everywhere he touched felt like a fire was igniting, and Arella did not hate it. If anything, she craved more.

Her back was settled on the bed, and his body bore down on her own.

She had not even noticed that they had been walking to the bed.

The sheets were filled with his scent, which only made arousal drip down her thighs. His scent was something she wanted to be buried in. King Varziel cupped her breasts through the fabric of her robe, fondling it.

His actions elicited a moan out of Arella, who arched her back up at the touch. "More, please." Her voice trembled with desire as she begged. She breathed out as she trailed her hands down his back and gripped at the hem of his tunic and slipped her hands underneath. His body was hard, as men’s bodies usually were, but in a way that made her feel comfortable instead of afraid. His muscles were taut, perhaps from years of wielding swords and commanding his armies, or perhaps something else she did not know about him.

As Arella ran her fingers up his back, tracing languid paths along it, she noted the effect they had on him. With every drag, his lips trembled, parting just enough to let out a warm breath on her neck. She raised his tunic, intending to help him out of the cloth. Instead, he moved first and pulled back, kneeling in the space between her legs. In one smooth motion, he had pulled it over his head. Arella’s breathing was ragged as she looked at his skin. Bathed in the firelight, it was captivating. Every contour was gorgeous, seemingly carved by divine hands.

She found herself propping her body up on her elbow to raise a hand to touch his abs. She hesitated for a second, wondering if it was alright to touch. It was already hard for her to hold his hand without feeling like she was going to combust.

His abs were well defined, and Arella had this inane urge to lick honey off of them. She licked her lips before finally making up her mind and touching his chest.

A jolt of electricity passed to her skin at the point of contact. As if King Varziel felt it too, he groaned, the sound heavy in the silent room. He tossed the tunic somewhere behind him before getting to work on the ties of her robe. He quickly opened it and pulled down the top of the dress slightly, thus freeing her breast from underneath and exposing it to the cool air.

His gaze smoldered as it swept over her, his hooded eyes fixed on her disheveled form. Slowly, his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. He leaned down and took the nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling against her as he alternated between delicate licks and firm sucking.

"King Varziel..." Arella gasped, her voice trembling.

The demon king raised his head from her nipple, just enough to shoot her a gorgeous smirk, "Call me Varziel, my angel." His tone was rich with obvious possession. He did not wait for her affirmation before he had enveloped her nipple once more, sucking and biting, his teeth grazing very gently. Arella could feel the junction of her thighs becoming even wetter, her vagina clenching on nothing, desperate for more.

King Varziel rocked his hips up against hers, pushing the short dress she wore higher until it bunched up at her waist. It was all Arella could do to hold on to his shoulders and cry out. The ache was building up, and she wanted anything he could offer her.

He buried his face in her neck, taking in deep breaths of her scent as his hand roamed down to her waist, leaving sparks in its wake. With his free hand, he grabbed the back of her neck and pressed their lips together as he rolled their hips against each other.

He tasted sweet. So sweet that Arella was lost at the feel of his tongue on her own. Just as her body melted into his, a sudden pressure startled her. His finger slid inside her, deliberate and firm, and catching her entirely unprepared. A sharp hasp escaped her as her body arched instinctively into his touch.

His finger was long, and the pressure it gave her felt so excruciatingly good. It was not anything like the butterfly-soft touches he had been peppering over her skin.

No.

His finger was firm as he thrust in and rubbed her clit with his thumb in slow, devastating circles. Arella melted into his hands, thankful that he had finally touched her. However, the feeling was even more explosive than she had imagined. She felt as if she were floating; the only thing grounding her was the finger that drove in her folds.

He repeated that process over and over, his actions not relenting, his mouth on hers, as he continued to kiss her fervently. It was almost too much, so much so that Arella was sure that she was going to combust. She moaned into his mouth when a familiar feeling began to bubble up at the base of her stomach. The tension built faster, a tidal wave threatening to crash, and her moans grew breathier.

"I think I’m going..."

"Cum for me, my queen." His words cut hers off, his fingers keeping the same pace. It was as if his words were the final push. The rush of heat inside Arella rose quickly, and her body spasmed and convulsed. The world blurred, and all she could feel was him—his fingers, his lips, and his presence grounding her as she came undone.

The demon king stopped kissing her and went to her neck, continuing his nibbling, leaving soft, lingering kisses in his wake.

He was letting her catch her breath, but his fingers continued to pump inside her, much gentler now.

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