FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 46: THE DISCUSSION OF A KING AND QUEEN (3) (VARZIEL’S POV)

Chapter 46: THE DISCUSSION OF A KING AND QUEEN (3) (VARZIEL’S POV)

He was like a man left in the desert for years and she was like the water offered to him in his dying haze.

He could not stop drinking her in, sliding his tongue into her mouth for a taste. She faltered for a second before brushing her smooth tongue against his. She moaned breathily, "More."

Seeming just as hungry for his touch as he was for hers, her fingers tore at his robe, trying to get it off. Varziel tugged on the ties that tied her dress up at her lower back as well, needing more than what he was getting.

She successfully got his robe off of him, and it fell to the floor with a light thump. She then worked on his tunic, opening the buttons that ran down his chest.

Meanwhile, he had managed to loosen up the ties of her dress, but it was not loose enough for him to pull it down. Frustrated, he grunted against her lips and let go of her dress and the armrest to hook his fingers underneath her ass. Without any issue, he had gotten her out of the chair. She gasped, pulling away for a moment. Varziel held her steady with one hand and used the other to pull her lips back to his.

Arella wrapped her legs around his waist, supporting herself. He placed her on the table, pushing away the maps that were in his way. Her wings were spread wide as he placed her down, casting a shadow over her features. He opened the circle belt at her waist with much ease now that she was at a higher level.

Pulling down the neckline of the dress, exposing her breasts to the cold air. Almost immediately, her pink nipples hardened.

He groaned softly at the sight and brushed his fingers on her soft swells. Arella looked up at him with hooded eyes and pushed her chest forward, obviously wanting more contact. Her breathing was heavy, an echo in the silent room. Varziel wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled their bodies flush together once more, only to push them both to lie on the table. He lowered his head to take bites of and suck on her neck.

The marks he had left had already begun to fade, and he blamed the fast healing of the angels. However, that gave him a reason to leave more marks on her beautiful skin.

His fingers brushed the base of her wings just as he tugged a nipple into his mouth, and he was rewarded with a moan. She reached down and tugged off the remaining buttons to run a hand down his chest.

Her fingers on his skin felt like fire—fire that travelled all the way down to his cock that pressed tightly against his pants. Her hand traveled lower, stroking him through the soft material of his pants. Varziel nearly came undone at that touch. She made quick work of his pants, pulled his cock free, and stroked it slowly.

His caressed her breast with one hand as he teased her nipple with the other, in love with the soft noises that she made. He was the one who was giving her this pleasure, and he was the one who would always give her this pleasure from that moment forth.

Her scent permeated the air, dulling all his other senses. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, and he kissed her down her torso, leaving little bites in his wake. Slowly, he pulled his length away from her hand and pushed her further up on the table. More maps were moved, and some wooden castles fell to the floor with a clatter.

"I need to taste you, my queen." He murmured against her skin as she whimpered at the losing hold of him.

He bunched her dress up at her waist, seeking the folds between her legs with a finger, where she was wet and slick. Her body was clearly as hungry for him as he was for her. She spread her legs wide for him as he pushed his head between her thighs.

He dragged his tongue over her clit, eliciting a cry from her.

Even if those outside did not know what they were doing in the room, they sure did now. He pumped a finger in and out of her as his tongue made quick work of her clit, licking and sucking. She sunk her fingers into his hair and moved her body up and down with the rhythm he had built, seeking her release. She was close; Varziel could tell easily now thanks to the three days that they had spent learning each other’s bodies.

He pumped his fingers harder, keeping that pace he had built. Her fingers pulled tightly at his hair as her entire body quaked, and she arched her back up from the table as she came with a cry. Her wings twitched at the tips as Varziel drank every last drop of her, licking her folds slower, letting her orgasm rock through her.

He rose up a few moments later, capturing her lips in his own. She pushed against him, breaking their lips. "Let me," She breathed out as she ran a hand down to his cock. "I want to taste you too."

Varziel’s groan was close to animalistic. "Another time," he promised, "I need to be inside you. I need you to cum with me inside you." He stood up straight and looked down at her, laying on the table, where he had wanted to see her since she walked into the room. The marks had already begun blooming on her chest, bringing a satisfied smile to his face.

He shifted his body, fitting the head of his erection against her, rubbing her folds with the blunt end. Arella arched up with a gasp, still tender from her orgasm. Varziel did not want her to come down from that high so quickly, so he pushed into her, filling her entirely. She was tight against him, gripping him so tightly he was sure his manhood would fall off.

Arella’s wings fluttered with every motion he made, the left one raising up to wrap around his back. As he pulled back, it applied gentle pressure against his body to push him back into her. Varziel ran a featherlight touch down her stomach, loving the way the action made her quiver around his cock.

He gripped her waist, pulling it off of the table. Her upper back supported all her waist as he tightly held onto her waist and stroked into her over and over again. She cried out as the angle changed and his movements sped up. He could feel her tightening around her even more as her orgasm raced through her before she even cried out.

He thrust into her again and again, refusing to relent, "Another, I want another orgasm out of you, my queen." He growled out and slithered his hand down her body to her folds and rubbed her clit.

Arella looked into his eyes and shook her head, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. "I don’t think..." she whimpered.

"You do not have to think. Just cum for me, Arella." Her legs gripped him harder as he slammed into her, rubbing her clit with one hand and holding onto her with the other. The tears were falling down the sides of her face by the time her third orgasm rolled around. Her body convulsed violently as her climax barreled through her. Varziel was rough, grabbing her waist tightly after she came once more.

His own orgasm ran through him as he pounded into her, and he came with a coarse groan.

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