His Majesty's Devious Sins

Chapter 117 - Replace Pain With P.l.e.a.s.u.r.e

Chapter 117 - Replace Pain With P.l.e.a.s.u.r.e

[WARNING: The following contains s.e.x.u.a.l contents.]

Adeline woke up in an icy embrace. His limbs were cold and generated no heat upon her skin, but that was fine. She was naturally too warm and enjoyed the frigid touch of his limbs upon hers. The only problem was, his arms were heavy, and they had been wrapped tightly around her body.

He hugged her dearly, her back pressed against his powerful c.h.e.s.t, his face nestled upon her neck, his lips lightly tickling the s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e skin. It didn't seem like he'd let her go anytime soon.

"Elias?" she mumbled, wondering if he was awake.

"Yes, darling?"

Adeline's eyes widened out of surprise. She didn't think he was awake. Then again, vampires did not sleep as much.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked.

"Long enough to know your hand twitches in your sleep." Elias moved his hand to cover one of hers, his long finger probing at her tiny ones. He smiled into her skin, nibbling at one of his feint marks.

Adeline wriggled away from him, knowing what he wanted from her. "Did it disturb you?"

"Yes."

Oh.

"I'm sure you know exactly what it disturbed?" Elias murmured upon her soft skin, sweet and smooth, beckoning the lick of his tongue. "It reminded me of your twitches before you'd come for me in bed, darling."

Adeline's lips went agape. She tried to sit up, mortified that he made some kind of connection between both meanings of "sleeping together." But he hugged her tighter, a low rumble shaking his c.h.e.s.t as he chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

"Such a small provocation and you're already fl.u.s.tered. Tell me, darling, which kind of teasing will provoke a smile or two?"

Adeline blinked whilst touching her lips. Her other hand was entangled with his and he was playing with it like a toy, pressing his fingertip upon hers.

"What makes me smile?"

"You've understood the question, wonderful!"

Adeline lightly laughed. She pushed at his arm and finally, he allowed her to sit up. She hugged the blankets tightly to her b.r.e.a.s.ts and turned to face him. He was lazily lying on the bed, his toned body for display. Snippets of his rock hard abdomen peaked from the white blankets, flexing hardened lines.

"I thought you already know what makes me happy," she said.

"I do."

"Then why do you choose to tease me?"

"Why not?" he returned in an amused voice.

Elias shifted his arm and touched her lower back, his long fingers tracing her delicate spine. She shivered at his touch, his hand sprawled upon her freckled skin. Her back had lovely, tiny, orange freckles on some spots. His hand slithered around to clutch her h.i.p.s and bring her towards him. She refused.

Adeline remained rooted in her spot.

"Does my teasing make you unhappy?" Elias mused.

"Sometimes."

"How so?"

Adeline exasperatedly looked at him. "That fight we had in the car."

Elias's entertained expression became more serious. He sat up and watched in delight as she attempted to scramble back. Her eyes widened. She realized she couldn't move. Her legs trembled and needles pricked at her. He wryly smiled at her pained features, knowing he was the cause of this.

"Only when I go too far, that makes you unhappy, my sweet?"

Adeline slowly nodded, her grip tightening on the blanket. She didn't know what he planned on doing to her.

"Then I won't cross your unstated boundary lines, darling." Elias shifted closer to her, his lips tenderly brushing the side of her head. His arms slowly wounded their way around her waist, holding both sides.

"If I seem unhappy from one of your teases, you've crossed the line," she clarified.

"I see. I'll keep that in mind," he whispered upon her skin.

Adeline swallowed. His hair tickled her as he pressed open-mouth kisses from the back of her ears down her neck. His grip tightened on her hip, squeezing it as he continued kissing her. Everywhere he touched became warm, as her lower stomach tightened.

"My legs," she muttered. "It hurts."

"Let's replace that pain with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e then."

Elias's hand traveled upon her stomach, his fingers spread, wondering if his heir was inside. His hand went lower and lower, until he felt the softness of her world, moistened like flowers with rain.

"Elias," she softly g.r.o.a.n.e.d, only for her breath to hitch when she felt the scr.a.p.e of his fangs.

Elias parted her petals, his middle finger instantly finding the s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e orb. She gasped when he rubbed circles upon it, her body arching upon his. He let out a dark chuckle whilst continuing to fondle at her little pearl, his other hand reaching for her b.r.e.a.s.t.

"Be good, darling," he murmured upon her skin.

Adeline couldn't even respond, her mouth was ajar as he played with her like a toy. She whimpered when he inserted his thumb into her, whilst his long finger continued fingering at her c.l.i.t. The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e was overwhelming as her entire body hummed with approval.

"Please," she whimpered, throwing her head upon his shoulders, knowing only he could bring her to the edge of sanity. His hands worked wonders upon her.

Distracted by his hand, she slowly forgot about the two, sharp fangs pressing into her neck. It was all well until he bit into her and she yelped in pain, but he hugged her with his other hand, and continued bringing her to ecstasy. She m.o.a.n.e.d in both p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and pain, whilst feeling herself reach her peak, but he lowered her upon the bed, her back pressed into the soft mattress.

A minute later, he retracted himself, l.i.c.k.i.n.g at her wound.

"Did it hurt?" he asked. "I was extra gentle, darling."

Her eyelids felt heavy when he softly kissed the side of her head before slowly taking her perk n.i.p.p.l.es into his mouth. His slick, wet tongue flicked at her before circling her orb. She softly g.r.o.a.n.e.d, as his other hand kneaded her, his palm covering the entirety of her.

"Tell me, darling," he urged for a response.

"A-a bit," she gasped out as he pulled back to kiss her deeply.

Her eyes instantly closed, as she weakly lifted her limbs to hug his shoulders. He smiled into the kiss, his lips becoming gentler, softer upon hers.

"What kind of pain is it?" he whispered, before chastely kissing her cheeks.

She smiled a bit, hugging him tightly, only to be bewildered when he lowered himself. He pressed open-mouth kisses upon her c.h.e.s.t, traveling downwards. His mouth was wet and warm, her stomach clenching in anticipation.

"Like someone tightly pinching my neck," she mumbled as a quiet groan escaped her.

"But the pain goes away?" he asked, his hands gripping her upper-t.h.i.g.h. His thumb tightly pressed into her s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e flesh, just an inch from his favorite opening.

"Yes," she turned her head a bit. "U-uhm, usually after you kiss it or lick it."

"That's because I sealed the wound," he mused.

"Oh—"

"Now, part your legs for me, darling."