The Royal Revenge
Chapter 203: Fucking Hard

Chapter 203: Fucking Hard

Elys’ mind was floating farther and farther away as she lost herself in the sensations that Aleksander made her feel. The warmth of his tongue gliding over the skin he had bitten sent shivers run up and down her spine. Immediately, her wound started to heal.

An irresistible itch started to spread from the wound site. She felt as if tiny little insects were crawling over her wrist, sometimes even biting her as the wound began healing.

"Why does it always feel like this, your majesty?" Elys asked out of a whim.

She wasn’t really interested in the answer at all, but somehow those were the words that came out of her mouth. Aleksander’s mouth lifted from the corners as a smile reached up into his eyes.

He tilted his head and then replied as if he didn’t understand what Elys had asked for, "What do you mean, my precious queen?"

The young king leaned forward and rubbed his cheeks between the nook of Elys’ jaw and neck. She opened her arms for him, and then wrapped him tightly in a hug as he hugged her back as well.

"You know what I am asking, Aleksander," she whispered in his ears, "why do I always feel like I am burning when you are with me? When we are like this..."

"It is the strengthened bond we share as husband and wife, my queen," Aleksander replied to her. He started leaving tiny kisses on her neck, romancing his way before attacking her fully with his raging hormones.

"Our bond?" Elys asked no one in particular.

She raised the side of her wrist that had been marked during their marriage. It had just been previously a simple mark of swirls and symbols, but after she and Aleksander consummated their marriage for the first time, the mark grew larger overnight, creating an intricate pattern surrounding her entire forearm.

"Yes, our bond," Aleksander repeated. "We are connected now for the rest of our lives, my queen. The more we fuck each other, the more we are going to feel each other’s feelings."

The vampire king’s pheromones were raging for his wife. He licked her neck, suddenly finding the scent of her sweat extremely delicious.

"Wife, I want to taste you from here so bad," Aleksander said as his fangs glinted in the dark of his office. "Will you be so kind to let me taste you from your elegant neck? The rush of your blood calls me, making me wild with thirst."

Elys closed her eyes and replied, "Do as you please, dear husband. I am yours to take."

With his wife’s permission, Aleksander’s lips curled as laughter bubbled inside him. He released a maniacal laughter, to which Elys could only smirk.

"Dig in, Aleksander," she told him, "Drown me in your intoxicating pheromones before I change my mind and throw you to the floor."

"With pleasure, Queen Elysianne," Aleksander replied.

Without taking time to pause, the vampire instantly brought his shard fangs digging into Elys’ neck.

"Ah!" she inhaled sharply.

The sensation was far different than that of him biting her from the wrist. It was more painful, yet the after effects were far more mind blowing.

His bite this time around wasn’t just hunger for blood – it was pure lust for her.

"Haaa..." Elys gasped.

Her hands scrambled around Aleksander’s broad back, finely shaped fingernails scratching into his clothes and tickling him a bit. The vampire pressed his entire body onto Elys, and as he pushed her down the table, Elys also felt his erection pressing on her inner thigh.

She brought her hands over his head and raked her fingers through his shiny dark hair. He continued to suck out blood from her neck, and all the while she couldn’t help but to arch her body in response.

Somehow in between all of that, Aleksander’s hand had found its way under Elys’ skirt. He snaked his fingers on her legs, travelling in a sensuously slow manner until he reached her thigh.

Her smooth silky skin underneath seemed to be such a shame for Aleksander. The young king gathered the fabrics of her skirt in one hand, and with a swift movement, swept her skirt up showing the priceless skin underneath.

"My king!" Elys said as she felt his cold hand travel over her lace underwear.

He pressed down on her soft quim, feeling her wetness soaking the expensive lingerie she wore. Elys’ knees involuntarily buckled. Why was his touch always doing things that made her feel so weak, yet so good at the same time?

It was unbearably frustrating how she could feel the duality of the moment she was in.

One side of her brain told her to enjoy and be wild, while the other side reminded her to stay focused and don’t let her vampire husband take the lead. She was supposed to be the one with the upper hand – she must make her moves as well.

But lust was a powerful enemy in which Elys wasn’t able to foresee. The cravings of her flesh cried out for Aleksander’s touch, and his crazy pheromones weren’t exactly making her life any easier to control.

The young king finally stopped drinking blood from her neck, and now had started to lick her wound so it would heal quickly. His tongue glided further downwards, tracing her collarbones, down to her cleavage.

"Fuck it, Aleksander," she cursed as she held back a shiver. "Stop playing around."

"I love it when you squirm beneath me, Elys," Aleksander chuckled.

With his teeth, Aleksander pulled the ribbons that had held Elys’ upper dress. His hands were still busy rubbing in between her thighs, all the while his erection pressing down on her.

"This is unbearable, Aleksander," Elys hissed at him, "get on with it."

Elys’ patience was wearing thin. She was already soaking wet down below with merely just a touch of his hands. He still hasn’t even inserted a finger, and yet she was getting crazier at the thought of it taking much longer than she wanted.

He only smirked at her words and said in reply, "I am getting on with it, wife. Just feel what you need to feel and enjoy the moment."

"Well, husband, do me the pleasure of doing it right now!" she irritably told him.

Aleksander’s eyes twitched at the words Elys spat at him. Seeing that she seemed to be on edge, the young king’s hands decided to yank off her undergarments without mercy. Elys felt the fabric bite her skin as they were forcefully torn off.

She didn’t wince at the biting sensation, and her wild eyes actually made Aleksander excited.

"You are so impatient, Elys. Now I will give you what you want," he said.

The vampire pulled himself away from Elys and grabbed her body like she was a doll. He flipped her expertly to make Elys lean forward, her bottom sticking out the edge of the table as he swept her skirt open.

He grabbed her hands and tied them with the ribbon he took from her. She turned her head and saw Aleksander pull down his pants off, releasing the beast underneath which was already fully erect. He pointed the tip of his shaft towards her entrance, and Elys could feel him slightly pushing the head in.

An evil grin was plastered to his face, and Elys knew this was going to be it.

"You need to learn a lesson, dear wife," he said.

Grabbing her by her waist, Aleksander rammed himself inside so hard that Elys was pushed hard on the table. Her legs felt like they have lost their strength almost immediately, her knees buckling at the electrifying sensation that spread out her entire body.

"Ugkh!" she bit her lower lip to prevent herself from crying out.

She bit so hard that she could even taste the familiar metallic flavor of her own blood inside her mouth. With her hands tied behind her and no other way to muffle her wanton cries, Elys pressed her lips shut as she endured Aleksander’s wild thrusts.

Although it was also her idea to permit Aleksander to fuck her inside his office, Elys still found it embarrassing for the knights outside to hear them having sex where they shouldn’t be.

"Mmmm," Aleksander groaned in satisfaction, "you feel so tight and warm from behind, my queen. I could feel myself building up, almost exploding even when I just entered you."

The young king continued to push and pull himself in and out of Elys’ womanhood, creating a sensuous beat in his thrusts. Their breaths her hitched as they felt themselves melt together with the burning passion between them.

But then Aleksander noticed that his wife was preventing herself from making any noises. He reached out one hand over Elys’ lips and pried her mouth open as he inserted several fingers inside them.

"You need to scream to enjoy yourself, Elys," he said. "Now cry out in pleasure, my dear wife. No one is going to help you but yourself in here."