FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 29: THE WEDDING NIGHT (4)

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.

King Varziel did not seem to mind that he could not see. He leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss that sent a new wave of electricity coursing through her, reigniting the embers of her desire. Arella melted into the kiss, her body pliant against his. His tongue teased and explored her mouth with dominance that seemed so deliberate. Her voice was nothing but a soft whimper as she raised her trembling hands to tangle in his hair, anchoring herself to him.

His slow and deliberate thrusts felt maddening, each one coaxing out a fresh surge of pleasure. His lips parted from hers to trail down her jawline, peppering kisses and nips along the curve of her neck. He moved his hands from her wings to cup her hips, guiding her movements to match his rhythm, ensuring that every stroke reached the deepest part of her.

Arella could feel his power humming beneath his skin, restrained so tightly she was sure he was trying not to hurt her. He pulled her flush against her, causing her breasts to rub against his skin. "It’s too much," she cried out.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her throat. "You can take it, my queen," he assured her, his pace remaining torturously slow to draw out every ounce of sensation.

Arella clenched her legs tighter around his waist and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her lips parted as she sunk her teeth, eliciting a course sound from him. Her wings trembled against his back—she could feel the tension coiling in her core, tighter and tighter with each slam of their hips.

"You’re close again, aren’t you?" His tone was teasing as his lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Come for me, Arella. Let me feel you fall apart in my arms."

His words were like a command, one that her body obeyed with eager desperation. The coil inside her snapped, sending her spiraling into another orgasm that left her gasping and trembling in his arms. His name was all she could utter from her lips, her nails raking down his back as her wings flared out behind her, quivering with the intensity of her release.

King Varziel held her, his thrusts still holding the same pace, as the sight of her unraveling in his arms pushed him over the edge, his own release hitting him with a force that left him groaning her name. The world stilled once more, their ragged breathing filling the room.

Arella felt her eyes droop with exhaustion. "You can’t sleep yet, my queen." King Varziel’s voice was low. "The night has only just begun."

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S/T:

(In an interview for the demon newspaper)

Reporter 1: (Shoves a mic up to her face) My queen, the demons are all curious; can you tell us how the wedding night was? The demons would like details.

Arella: (Her eyes twitch underneath the sunglasses.) No comment

Reporter 2: Is it true that you spent three days in the room, my queen? Sources tell us that you also broke two beds. (Also shoves a mic up her face.)

Arella: Are demons this curious about the sex life between me and my husband?

Reporter 1: The virility of the demon king is a very important topic, my queen. We ask that you divulge all you can remember of the night.

Arella: (Feels her neck heat up with a flush as she remembers. She remembers everything alright. Including how she got no sleep or water for three days straight.) I am afraid I cannot speak of this. Are there any other questions?

(King Varziel, the source of this information, sneezes as he goes through paperwork): Is someone talking about me?

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