His Majesty's Devious Sins

Chapter 123 - Yes

Chapter 123 - Yes

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

Soon, the celebration came to an end. The guests left, satisfied and well-connected, having made their networks and enjoyed good food. The air was still lively and good-natured, even though everyone had left, and it was just the servants cleaning up.

Adeline and Elias stayed long enough to bid farewell to the last guest. As they walked out of the ballroom and down the corridors, Adeline couldn't help but glance at Elias every few seconds.

There was something she wanted to say, but didn't know how to. Her mind knew the words to utter, but her mouth hesitated. The dark hallways with the lights turned off also did not help her nerves, and neither did the lack of people around them.

Adeline tucked her hands together and continued watching the moonlight fall breathlessly onto his sharp face. The moon was high in the sky, glistening with a beauty that none could compare, except the King of Wraith himself, with his pale, healthy skin and impeccable features.

"If you're going to sneak glances towards my way, be more discreet," Elias drawled. He turned his head and glanced at her, his lips twitching when she jumped and quickly looked away, like someone caught eavesdropping.

"I wasn't sure how to ask you the question," Adeline said.

"What is it?"

"Why do you and Lydia argue so much?" Adeline naively asked. He laughed at her question, the sound ripe and hearty. It warmed her stomach and fluttered her heart.

"Out of all the friends in the world you could've made, you just had to be friends with that irritable woman."

Adeline jolted. "Lydia isn't irritable. She's a great friend. Well, there are times she overreacts, but she has always been good to me."

"You're too fond of her. She is loud, obnoxious, and rude. Perhaps her kindness towards you is her only redeeming trait."

Adeline came to a stop. He did not.

Elias knew she wasn't following him, for her heels had stopped cl.i.c.k.i.n.g like small fireworks on the ground. He continued walking, his long feet carrying him down the corridor. He only stopped when he turned the corner, and was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, he heard her loud footsteps, bursting on the ground, and envisioned she had lifted her dress to walk easier, but angrier. She was upset at being left behind, her thundering heels the embodiment of her anger.

"That brute, how can he just leave me standing there!" she fumed, turning the corner and bumping directly into him.

Adeline yelped. Two hands steadied her, grabbing her elbows. Without warning, she was shoved upon the wall, her lips captured by a mysterious stranger. His tender touch, his feverish mouth, and the low, masculine groan was enough for her to know who it was.

Elias kissed her deeply and vividly, molding her lips to his. He released her elbow to grip her chin, tilting her head so their mouths were perfectly aligned. He kissed her like a starved man eager to taste nectar.

Adeline was dizzy and growing light-headed, the air leaving her lungs. Her back was pressed against the wall, her hand gripping his muscular upper arm.

His body leaned close to hers, one leg pressed in between her t.h.i.g.hs. His lips twisted into a smirk, almost as if he could feel the heat radiating between her legs.

"I've been wanting to do this the whole day," Elias muttered upon her lips, letting her breath, only to kiss a path from her chin to her jaw. He pressed open-mouth kisses on every exposed part of her neck before softly pecking the spot he always loved to bite into.

Her scent was the most viable there, soft and feminine, driving him insane whenever she turned her head to look up at him. Her neck was always foolishly exposed to him, and all he could think of was ravishing her.

"Don't try to change the subject," Adeline gasped out, feeling his hand trail down the side of her body. He was slowly and swiftly lifting the edges of her dress. She tried to move, but his leg was still in between her t.h.i.g.hs, his other hand slowly unzipping her dress.

"Not here," she said. "T-the bedroom is not that far—"

"It does feel quite far to me," Elias mused. He stepped back, admiring his work on her.

Adeline's eyes were in a daze, her lipstick smeared, and she looked delectable. He smiled at this, and gently kissed her again. He didn't give her the chance to protest before sweeping her off her feet. Briskly, he took them to their bedroom.

"Lydia doesn't mean harm half the time she says mean things," Adeline said just as Elias pushed the doors open. He raised a prominent brow and glanced down at her.

Elias settled her onto her feet by the edge of the bed. Before she could even say anything, he was already unzipping her dress and taking off the jewelry.

"Truly," Adeline said. "Lydia—"

"Is a good friend of yours, I know, darling. But I don't like her."

"Why?"

Elias's hands halted for a brief second, before he continued to toss her accessories to the ground. Soon, he was sliding the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool onto the ground.

"I just don't," Elias said.

Adeline moved away from him when he grabbed for her. She saw his amus.e.m.e.nt and his irritation, all at the same time. She was still wearing her heels when he reached for her again, and she dodged.

Adeline stepped out of her dress, fully aware that his eyes were watching her like a hawk. She was standing in nothing but her bra, p.a.n.t.i.e.s, stockings, and heels. It must've been a sight for him, because his gaze was enough to warm her icy skin.

"Come to me, darling. Don't tease me like this. I will ravage through you before you can beg me for mercy," Elias quietly said, in the most patient and kind voice he could muster in this moment.

"Why don't you like Lydia?"

"I don't like many people. Like is not an easy word for me," Elias muttered. He loosened his tie, all the whilst watching her pretty little body move for him. She sauntered towards the vanity, where she sat down and began to remove her earrings. He stared at the fine line going down her arching bank, her long slender neck, and her delicate wrist.

He narrowed his eyes upon the two orbs that strained her bra, fanned by the coolness of the air. By the time he reached her, she was already moving for the bed.

"Adeline," he warned.

"Elias," she whispered.

"Don't tell me you're going to seduce me into liking your annoying friend," Elias scoffed.

"I—"

Before he let her finish that sentence, he had grabbed her wrist. She was about to sit on the bed, but he preferred for her to sit elsewhere. He brought her to his l.a.p, and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"I didn't plan that," Adeline finally finished. She was straddling him now, her legs slightly folded, and her intimate area pressed against something incredibly hard and thick. His hands slid from her mid-t.h.i.g.h to her bottom, before it went up her skin and towards her nape. Her skin burned from his touch, heating up before she could even register his seduction.

"I don't like how quickly your attention goes to her whenever she's around," he said.

Adeline blinked in surprise, and he used that to his advantage. He kissed her again, this time, rougher, harder, and faster. Her eyes fluttered shut, his fingers in her hair, gripping it back and kissing her even deeper. She m.o.a.n.e.d into the kiss, just as one finger hooked around her p.a.n.t.i.e.s and slowly tugged it down.

"I want all of your attention on me, and no one else," he growled seconds before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He shifted their position and pressed her onto the bed, his body instantly coming onto hers.

Even through his button-up, Adeline could feel the hard ridges of his powerful muscles. He unhooked her bra and discarded it, his hands roughly palming her b.r.e.a.s.ts. She winced in pain only for him to gently massage her b.r.e.a.s.t.

"Look at no one but me, darling, and I will like all of your acquaintances, even the annoying ones," he murmured.

His possessiveness shocked her. She didn't think he was this kind of man.

"I want your gaze, your smile, your laughter, and everything else upon me." Elias slowly leaned down and kissed her lips, reddened from his previous touch. One of his hands traveled down her stomach and cupped her womanhood, his middle-finger sliding effortlessly into her dripping entrance.

Adeline lightly m.o.a.n.e.d, his finger curling inside of her.

"You belong to me, Adeline," Elias quietly said in a harsh, seductive voice. "Every bit of you is mine, just as every part of me is yours."

"So, how do you expect me to feel when you smile so easily for another person? How do you expect me to stay calm when you're relaxed around everyone else but me?"

Elias captured her lips and slid a third finger into her, this time, her t.h.i.g.hs closing around his waist. Her breathing quickened when he moved in and out of her, pressing a spot that sent her back arching, and her toes clenching.

"Y-you can't b-be this possessive," Adeline gasped out, feeling p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e bud through her body.

"I can," he insisted. "And I will."

"Elias—"

"I was never this kind of man," Elias muttered. "But you brought out a dark side of me that I never knew existed."

Adeline's eyes went wide. She always thought she brought out the best of him. Before she could process his words further, he quickened his fingers, until her h.i.p.s raised, and she squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation. Just then, something thick and hard thrusted into her, sending her eyelids wide open again.

Elias hissed, his brows taunt. "How can you still be so tight?" he gritted out, "Ah, darling don't clench me like that or else—"

Adeline's insides tightened around him, just as her arms came around his shoulders. Her body was on fire, and she wanted more than his simple teasing.

"You brought this upon yourself, darling," Elias threatened. He grabbed her chin and kissed her deeply as his h.i.p.s moved furiously. She was whimpering and m.o.a.ning into his mouth, her body sliding back, attempting to run from the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. His body pinned her down, forcing her to take all of him, his entire length, until the only sound in the room was their slapping skin and her l.e.w.d cries.

"Ah, E-Elias," she whimpered, her eyes shut tightly, her head rolled back.

Adeline didn't know what she did to provoke him, but that night, he took her in more positions than she could count. First, it was on the bed, then the edge,? on the floor, and even upon the wall.

She had climaxed so many times that her body went limp, but he lifted her waist anyways, and took her to the brink of insanity. The room was musty with their mingled scent, her body wet with sweat, and her insides filled with him.

Adeline was trembling when he lifted her into his arms, their bodies still connected.

"Was I too rough?" Elias murmured, even though she was slumping in his arms, her face resting on his shoulder. He carried her effortlessly, her legs straddling his h.i.p.s, a hand underneath her bottom. She simply g.r.o.a.n.e.d in response, despite the love bites on her body, and her heavy eyes.

"You ask this now?" Adeline weakly said. There was no energy inside of her body to even hug him as he brought her into the bathroom. He seated her on the edge of the large bathtub and ran the water for her.

"Something took over me," Elias said. He kissed the side of her head and she leaned into his touch.

"You were like a beast," Adeline whispered, as he softly laughed.

"But it felt good, didn't it?"

Adeline didn't dare to comment, it'd only encourage him to do it again. Truth was, it felt too good for her to ever disagree. Especially with the way he drove her to ecstasy, edging her, teasing her, until her body was overstimulated, and the only thoughts running through her mind was his thick length, and the only word out of her mouth was "Oh yes."