FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 79: THE NIGHT OF A KING AND QUEEN (2)

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.

He undid his pants, allowing them to fall to the floor, and Arella reached out to touch him, stroking him along his hard length. Her fingers lingered where he ached for her, and she repeated the motion, stroking him, which sent a ripple of pleasure through his entire body.

On the desk, she was at the right height for him to enter her, and Arella watched, as he pressed himself gently to her wetness.

She had just cum, and her body was still very sensitive, every nerve alight with the fire of his touch. When he pressed against her, teasing her entrance with slow movements as he rubbed against her clit, she gasped. She raised her hands to grip his shoulders as another wave of pleasure threatened to consume her.

He smirked at her reaction, and his eyes grew dark with satisfaction, "You’re still trembling for me, my angel."

"That is because you are not giving me the chance to breathe." She managed to say.

Arella’s breath hitched as he pushed forward, stretching her inch by inch, filling her with a pace so slow that it was maddening. She dug her nails into his skin, tilting her head back as he sank deeper inside her and her body adjusted to the delicious pressure of him.

He stilled for a moment, allowing her to feel every inch of him, before he withdrew slightly, only to thrust forward again. The steady rhythm that he had set made her toes curl, and each movement sent sparks of pleasure through her.

The friction ignited every nerve ending that caused her wings to flutter and spread out behind her, their tips trembling with each of his thrusts. He took hold of her hips, gripping them tightly, and that now familiar shadowy rope bound her wrists over her head. Another strand of rope worked on pushing the top of her gown down, to free her breasts.

The shadowy ropes held her in place firmly, as they rubbed against her sensitive nipples, caressing her skin gently. Her breath came out in short, desperate gasps as he thrust into her, his touch seemingly claiming every inch of her that he could get a hold of.

The demon king’s eyes burned with hunger as they looked down on her, so predatory, yet beneath it, Arella could see the reverence he carried for her. His right hand trailed up, as his thrusting slowed down, tracing the curve of her waist before sliding up to cup her bare breasts. His thumbs teased the sensitive peaks, drawing a gasp from her lips.

"You were made for me," he murmured, his voice thick with a possessive undertone, "Every part of you is mine."

Arella whimpered, arching into his touch. Her body was caught between pleasure, and the unbearable need for more than what he was giving. As if he knew what she wanted without her having to say a word, he pinched her nipples. The pain was just as painfully addictive as the pleasure he gave her.

The study filled with the sound of their shared pleasure- and gasps and moans; as her nails scraped gently down his back.

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he picked up his pace, the desk beneath her rocking slightly with each movement. His hands roamed over body, memorizing every curve, every shiver, every way that she responded to him.

"Ella," his moan in her, "let go for me again." His voice was rough, urgent even.

Arella cried out his name as her release all but tore through her, convulsing around him as another climax shattered through her. The pleasure was overwhelming, and her vision blurred as he followed right after her, his own releasing spilling into her with a deep groan.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies still intertwined, and their breaths mingling as they slowly came down from the high of the orgasm.

Arella lay with her hands spread on the table, left wondering where that sweet gentle demon went whenever they lay together. Her orgasms all but tore through her every time and he did not like to give her a chance to rest. Not that she hated it.

King Varziel hovered above her, and he ran a hand down the front of her chest, rubbing her nipples as he did so. It seemed that he loved her breasts, either that or there was something off with them. Arella was sure that it was the other.

"You are utterly exquisite, my queen," he said as he looked up from her breasts to look into her eyes. He lowered his body, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before pulling her into his arms. His hard length pressed deeper into her.

Arella let out a breathless laugh, "And you are terribly insatiable."

"It is not my fault that you are so tempting." He picked her up from the table, ensuring that he did not slip out of her.

Arella subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist, letting out a deep moan of pleasure at the change in their positions. "Can you not let me breathe for a moment first before you continue your ministrations?" She pinched his cheek. "Aaah," she moaned out again as he moved her ass to reposition her.

"I thought my plan to make you severely attached to me by giving you as much pleasure as you can take was already obvious." He thrust into her from that position, which only made her cry out once more.

"Is it not working?"

Arella sunk her head into his chest, the pleasure already too much for her to handle, "It might be," she managed a soft murmur.

"That is perfect, shall we continue."

Arella wanted to protest, she really did, but the feeling of him inside her just felt so good. Having already cum, she was so sensitive that another orgasm was already simmering at the base of her stomach.

Seeing that she did not protest, with her in his arms, and with him standing, he gently placed her back to the wall, and begun to thrust again, pressing himself fully against each her. His lips claimed hers in a searing kiss that was so dominant that Arella melted into his arms, allowing him to do as he wished. It was only a few minutes later that they were both completely lost in each other once more, bodies moving in perfect rhythm, pleasure overtaking each of their thoughts.

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