His Majesty's Devious Sins

Chapter 124 - The Best

Chapter 124 - The Best

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

Elias, as always, was the last to sleep and first to wake up. He was awoken by the numbness of his arm. She used his arm as a pillow, and his c.h.e.s.t as a hand rest. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her sleeping face, so peaceful and naive of his sins.

He stirred a bit, careful to not wake her. She had a tired night, where he pushed her in different positions for so much time, the sun rose before she collapsed in his arms, only for him to gently bathe her and then take her again in the bathtub.

He couldn't help it, especially when her cries and m.o.a.ns were so sweet and her eyes so tender. She'd cling onto him, purposefully m.o.a.ning right into his ears, driving him insane.

"Hn…"

Adeline woke up to something cold touching her cheek. She swatted at the icy c.a.r.e.s.s and turned around, her back pressed towards his c.h.e.s.t. The bed dipped and she yelped when something grabbed her waist, yanking her towards him.

"Elias," she g.r.o.a.n.e.d, burying her face into his arm.

She heard his ripe laughter, her heart squeezing at the sound. He kissed the side of her head, his lips lingering for a bit.

"How are you feeling?" Elias murmured, pushing her hair aside to press a kiss upon her cheek, smooth and creamy, like milk pudding. He tightened his hold on her, enveloping her completely. She was so tiny, like a baby deer all alone in the forest.

"Sore," she responded.

Adeline tried to move her legs and winced. "Very sore," she corrected herself.

"Perhaps a bath?" Elias teased, his hand sprawled out across her stomach, as if it was possible for him to feel something. When she didn't respond, and snuggled deeper into the blanket, he smirked.

His hand slid lower, his fingers teasingly slow and seductive, until her h.i.p.s stirred and she wriggled. Seeing her in his white shirt aroused him further. he wanted to rip it off of her body, to see her n.a.k.e.d flesh, smooth and perfect for marking.

"Elias…" Adeline mumbled, knowing what he was doing. Her spine stiffened when she felt something large and warm press against her b.u.t.t. It was the only warm part on his body.

His fingers reached her folds, teasingly he slid one in between them. Her breath hitched, as his middle finger rubbed against her c.l.i.t, and her insides clenched.

"Or perhaps that bath can wait," Elias whispered into her ear, his voice thick and heavy. He tucked his knee between her legs, widening her entrance for him.

"I can barely move a limb, won't you have mercy on me?" Adeline asked, despite her eyes that closed, and her body that tensed in anticipation.

"Mercy?" Elias teased. "Where was mercy last night when you provoked me?"

Adeline opened her mouth, ready to respond, but he thrusted deeply into her. She yelped, only to feel his finger against her c.l.i.t again. She quietly m.o.a.n.e.d, as he drew circles upon it, fondling her as his h.i.p.s slowly began to move.

Her body began to warm up, her insides clenching onto him, only to hear him hiss and curse under his breath.

"You dare speak of mercy when you do this to me," he growled, grabbing her waist and thrusting deeply into her. She m.o.a.n.e.d as he picked up his speed and began pushing into her. He slid out slow, but rammed in hard, until she was a breathless mess.

Their bodies molded perfectly against each other, as she drove her h.i.p.s back to meet his thrust. She felt him pulsate inside of her, as her own womanhood began to throb a bit. She didn't know there was a pulse down there, but the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e he gave her spoke of otherwise.

"M-more," she whimpered, and he darkly chuckled.

"Gladly, darling."

Elias's fingers dug into her heated body, their skin sleek with sweat. Her cries were sweet and he only railed her harder and faster against the spot that made her back arch and her eyes snap open.

Adeline felt tears in her eyes and practically saw the light, whilst he thrusted her to pure bliss. She didn't know it was possible to feel this good, until her h.i.p.s were squirming, and her hands clutched the blankets.

"Elias!" she sobbed out, her entire body relaxing, a soft sigh escaping afterwards. Her breathing came out shaky, enthralled by his p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, but he was not done yet.

Elias continued pushing into her, as s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e and overstimulated as she was. She moved her h.i.p.s, only for his fingers to grab her tightly.

"Don't move," he gritted out, his brows taunt with concentration, his jaw clenched.

Adeline didn't understand, so her insides squeezed him, and he loudly hissed. Another string of curses left his mouth, like a sinful confession before a temple. Without warning, his h.i.p.s buckled, and she felt warmth gush into her.

She tensed, as his body loosened a bit, and he grabbed her chin, turning her head. He kissed her harshly and deeply, her mind going blank as the oxygen left her. When she began to see stars again, he released her.

"Oh my god," Adeline whispered into the pillow, burying her face into it. If her body was sore before, it certainly couldn't move now.

"I could definitely wake up to this every morning," Elias cooed into her ears, his voice deep and aroused. He didn't pull out from inside of her. Instead, he hugged her tighter, his lips finding their way to her neck, where he breathed in her scent, mixed heavily with his.

"You're a beast," she whimpered, her voice muffled by the silk pillowcase.

"Come now, there are kinder words to describe me," he teased.

Adeline shifted her head a bit, her lips twitching. "Like?"

"A s.e.x god," he thrust his hand in front of her face, as he began to place it down for each name he listed. "The best you ever had, the only person to make you scream this loud—"

"I'd like that bath now," Adeline interrupted, her face going red with his words.

"Hmm, you're blushing, so I must be right." Elias shifted the hair away from her face.

"Well you're the only one I've ever had, so of course you'd be the best." Adeline slapped a hand over her mouth the second she said that.

Instantly, he turned her around, until her back was pressed into the mattress and he was on top of her. She jumped when his hands slammed down on either side of her head, his face stormy, and his eyes dark.

"Truly, darling?" Elias said with a wicked voice, his eyes the color of blood rubies, shining mischievously from her provocation.

"W-what I meant was…" Adeline whispered, attempting to find a way out of this sticky situation. But he had already made up his mind, and she knew it.

"Now, take it off," he demanded, grabbing his shirt.

She blinked up at him, astonished by his words. "What?" she whispered, wondering if her ears had betrayed her.

"My shirt," he mused, his burning gaze landing upon her.

"But why?" she asked.

"So the next time I wear it, I have flashbacks of ravishing you."

Adeline's eyes widened. She had barely caught her breath when he told her this.

"It seems you'd like another demonstration to prove there will be no one else like me," Elias murmured. He curled a finger under her chin, his thumb brushing her bruised, bottom lips.

"I'm going to f.u.c.k you so hard, my name will be the only thing you can utter."

Adeline nervously laughed, thinking it was a joke, but she paused. Wit the burning look on his face, and the intensity of his gaze, she gulped.

He was not joking.