FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 27: THE WEDDING NIGHT (2)

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.

In her blissed-out state, she let her hands roam down, seeking him. The hard length was still hidden beneath the trousers he had walked in with.

That realization made Arella almost mad. Frustration erupted within her. There was no way he looked so put together while she was disheveled and half naked with her dress bunched up at her waist.

She was so disoriented that she had forgotten that he was also half naked.

She tugged at his pants, wanting to remove them herself but having absolutely no strength to do so. King Varziel looked up from her breast but did not take his lips away. He raised a brow, the amusement in his eyes clear to Arella even in the firelight. Arella opened her mouth to speak, but he took that opportunity to add a second finger to stretch her out even more.

She cried out. "Wait..." she began, "I need..." Her gasp evolved to a cry as pleasure overwhelmed her.

He didn’t wait.

He rocked his fingers inside her over and over until the feeling that had been bubbling finally exploded, and Arella came with a cry. She let out a whimper as he took his fingers out of her.

The fire that had been burning was quelled ever so slightly thanks to the two orgasms.

King Varziel brought his fingers up, glistening with her cum, and licked them from the base all the way to the tip. His eyes were firmly locked on Arella’s as he sucked on her cum as if she were the best delicacy.

Arella, who already felt spent, watched his actions, and the ache was back. It was back—that almost painful burn that made her delirious with want. It almost felt like she was in heat. Her pulse quickened, and at that moment, all she wanted to do was make quick work of taking his pants off and sinking down on his shaft.

She definitely planned to do something about it.

"Enough with the teasing." She took off the robe that hung on her body and tossed it away. The neckline of the dress she had been wearing underneath had been pulled down by King Varziel’s actions. Red marks had even already begun to bloom on her milky skin, a sign of his need. However, that was not what Arella was concentrating on at the moment.

Her wings rustled as she sat up, pushing King Varziel off of her in the process. "You have something I want, and if you are not going to give it to me, I am going to take it." It took very little strength from her part to push him onto his back. In seconds, she had climbed on top of him and was undoing the ties on his trousers.

She tugged them down halfway before hitting a snag. That snag was him not raising his hips and letting her take the pants all the way off. She raised her head and glared, "Whoa there." He patted her hair. "Slow down."

"I do not want to slow down." Even she could hear the desperation in her voice: "I need you inside me." His chuckle was low, as if he found her actions funny. However, she set her sights on her prize and determined that she had released his cock enough for her to take him in her cunt. The tip of his massive girth bobbed up and down his stomach, and just the sight of it had her clit throbbing.

She straddled his waist and placed her hand on his length to guide it into her cunt. King Varziel groaned together with her moan.

Somewhere, in the back of her lust-filled mind, Arella knew that she shouldn’t be doing this. That there was no going back from this union at all once they had consummated the marriage. Although humans had divorce, it was practically unheard of for angels to divorce their partners. Therefore, no matter how much a couple hated each other, they never divorced and would instead live away from each other, seeing each other every couple of hundred years. It was a win-win for everyone.

That nagging thought

Arella was brought out of her thoughts when King Varziel’s hands gripped tightly into her hips, guiding her down his length. It burned in the best kind of way, and her thoughts were thrown out the window. Seeing as she already had his erection half inside her, she was already in this for the long haul.

"Oh Fuck," she pressed her palms down flat on his chest to balance herself. It felt as if she was being split in half. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she repeated the word over and over.

"That’s it. Just like that," he allowed her to take the lead, his voice rough with restraint, "Take me, my queen." His breath was ragged as his cock finally bottomed out, and she let out a hoarse moan of pleasure.

"Why the fuck are you so big?" She stopped for a second, allowing her pussy time to adjust to the stretch that his dick provided.

"The better to fill you up with." His laugh was just as ragged as his breathing. He did not, however, try to move. It was obvious he was also giving her time to adjust. He raised his back off of the bed and wrapped his hands around her waist, capturing a nipple in his mouth once more.

Arella was beginning to think that he might have a kink that he was not telling her about. Or perhaps her breasts were just perfect.

Still, the unadulterated need that had been simmering had yet to end. So she sunk her hands into his hair, now adjusted to the girth on him. She began to slowly move up and down his length. The demon king, with his mouth still latched onto her breast, sucked air through his teeth, which caused a cold gust of air to hit her nipple.

All the thoughts she had faded as he began to move with her. King Varziel sunk his fingers into the feathers of her wings to steady her and to make her movement easier. His fingers were like a gentle caress against the base of her wings, but that slight touch caused Arella to curve backwards and let out a strangled whine. She sunk her face into his neck, shuddering in his arms.

Alarm sparked in King Varziel’s gaze as he withdrew his hands. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Arella whimpered. "Do that again. Please do that again."

His lips twisted into a sinister smirk that Arella couldn’t see as he resumed caressing her wings, the sensation driving her absolutely insane. She clung to him, her movements getting feverish as she rode him with abandon, chasing the thrill that only he could give her.

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S/T:

Arella: I swear this isn’t a werewolf novel. I am also not usually this insatiable. I blame the author!

Varziel: (Appears out of nowhere, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.) (He nuzzles Arella.) Are you sure that you’re not just that attracted to me?

Arella: (pushes him away from the camera) Get out of the shot. Do you want everyone to see you naked?

Varziel: (Raises hands) Sorry! (Walks away)

Arella: (Turns back to the camera) Can you believe him? Now where were we?

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