To Occupy Her Thoughts

Heart racing, Elysia breathed through her mouth. Her eyes heavy with desire and tiredness. Her body was hot and still shaking from the intense pleasure she had just experienced, Azreal still had his hand on her thigh, caressing her smooth skin. His touch sending shivers down her spine.

She finally opened her eyes to look at the King, who looked utterly irresistible, his darkened, hooded eyes gazing at her. A sultry smirk played on his perfectly shaped lips.

"Are you alright?" He asked her, his voice like smooth silk on her skin.

"Yes, how about you?" Elysia asked, her voice soft and low, almost a whisper.

"I am not alright." He replied.

Elysia's brows knotted together, "What is the problem? Did I do something that you do not like?" She raised herself with her elbows to look at him properly.

"Quite the opposite Elysia, however there is something that would make me feel so much better." His tone lowered.