"Are you sure, Elysia?" Azreal questioned, trying to be certain of her previous words even though she looked quite troubled.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I'm sure. There is no problem," Elysia replied, keeping her tone steady. "Like I said, I was just curious."
She hoped her answer would assure the King that there was nothing deeper to her question. Though she had considered sharing what she had recently learned, she held back. There was still a chance that it was all just a misunderstanding, and she didn't want to alarm him unnecessarily.
Azreal studied her for a few seconds, his piercing gaze lingering, before a slight smile softened his features. "Very well then," he replied, his tone calm.
He could sense there was something she was keeping from him, but he decided not to press her. He knew Elysia well enough to trust that, when the time was right, she would come to him willingly.
With how close they stood, Elysia could feel the King's warmth engulfed her own body making her hot and the butterflies in her stomach dance. It seemed Azreal noticed her flushed face before his pupils enlarged while his finger on her cheek moved to her lips parting it open.
A shiver ran down her spine as his gaze lingered on her lips, igniting a desire she couldn't suppress. Rising on her toes, she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, pressing her lips to his. Azreal didn't give her a moment to savor the kiss, he took control instantly, his lips demanding, hungry, as he claimed her mouth with fierce intensity, sucking and biting like a man starved for her taste.
His hands touched every part of her body, squeezing and stroking roughly. It was almost as if he couldn't get enough of her. Elysia had her fingers buried in his hair pulling him closer while she kissed him with the same intensity, also biting and sucking on his neck.
His lips left hers and began moving down her neck, kissing the delicate and tender skin, his hands already working it's way with the lace of her dress. "Fuck, Elysia," he groaned in her mouth as he finally loosened the lace.
Elysia felt her dress slide down her shoulder and off her body. She was left standing in front of the King in her under garments, covering her burning skin. Azreal's eyes locked with hers as he trailed his hand from her waist to her stomach, then to her round anf full breast. A moan escaped Elysia's parted lips when he stroked her already hardened nipple.
A smirk played on his lips as he noted her response to his touch. Lowering his head, he wrapped his warm mouth around her hardened peak, the fabric still in place, adding a layer of friction that only heightened the sensation. Elysia's face flushed deeply red, an electrifying shiver passing through her, only yo settle inbetween her legs, making her clench her thighs together.
Azreal sucked on her peak for a few seconds before biting it lightly, causing a gasp to escape her lips as her hands shot out to grab his shoulders. He could never be tired of getting her all wet and flustered. Just when he was about to remove her undergarment, he felt Elysia's hand cover his stopping him.
The three time they had intimacy, Azreal was always the one making her to lose her senses and causing her unexplainable pleasure, while he starved himself from feeling the same. This evening, she was determined to make him feel the same pleasure he has been making her feel.
With her hands on his, Elysia looked into his hooded eyes, "I want to pleasure you, Azreal," She said, as bold as eyen. she saw his Adam apple bobble before he spoke.
"Elysia, you do not need to-"
"Please Azreal, I want to make you feel good too. Let me," Elysia interrupted him, keeping her eyes locked with his. She could see the conflict in already turned golden eyes, before he could try to persuade her, she covered his lips with a short kiss before moving to his neck.
She pulled away looking into his eyes as she undid the button of his shirt, letting it slip of his shoulder and fall to the ground. Elysia took her time caressing his body, running her hand over his broad shoulders and his muscular chest and torso.
She attacked his neck again with her lips bitting and sucking on his skin, hard enough to draw a shaky breath from him. Elysia moved her hands to his trouser stroking the growing bulge in it.
Another breath left his lips as his hold on her waist tightened. Elysia felt excited that he was affected by what she was doing. She began to undo the zipper of his trouser, pulling it down to his ankle.
Her eyes slightly widened looking at the sight of his hard member that sprang up, touching her stomach. She never thought she would be this shocked, yet excited at the size of a man's manhood.
Elysia's eyes found his and dear goodness! Azreal looked completely ravishing. His eyes were heavily dilated, his lips parted as he breathed out through them, his body tensed and rigid.
Elysia could agree with herself that she liked seeing the King look like this, holding on to the thin thread of his self control. She was also curious to know what he looked like if it eventually snapped.
Azreal's gaze darkened even further watching her go down on her knees, having his huge member in front of her face. "Elysia," he called, his voice hoarse and covered in lust.
A sly smile stretched on her lips before she began stroking his gently, working her way from his wet tip to the base of his member.
Azreal's jaw was clenched hard, he didn't think he had seen anything more sexy than Elysia on her knees with his c*ck in her hand. He was patiently waiting for her to do as she pleased, even though it would kill him. "Fuck!" Azreal growled, his teeth gnashed together and his eye shut close. Elysia had wrapped her soft lips around him, coating it with her warm saliva.
Elysia moved her head up and down, using her tongue to lick the tip of his member while her hand stroked his base. Elysia had grown comfortable with pleasuring the King this way, she was beginning to like and enjoy the feel of the skin covering his throbbing member in her mouth.