Arella trembled in his grasp, her breath hitching as his fingers moved slowly. Every touch sent a wave of heat through her spreading a fire from the tips of her wings all the way to the tips of her toes.
King Varziel's lips traced a path along her jaw, his breath warm against her skin. "You are always so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers continued their torturous pace, drawing soft whimpers from her lips.
Her hands gripped his shoulders as she arched into him, craving more, needing more. His chuckle was low before he captured her lips again, swallowing her gasps as he continued to pleasure her. His fingers were skilled as he found that spot deep inside of her that throbbed and brushed it gently. "Always so beautiful in my arms," he said as he broke off the kiss.