Elysia's eyes fluttered open, finding herself back in the King's room. Her heart raced as she tried to process the vivid dream. The sunlight filtered through the window, signaling morning.
With a shaky breath, she propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze falling on Azrael. He slept soundly beside her, his hair messy and partially covering his face. One of his arms was draped over her, holding her close even in his sleep.
Lying back on the bed, Elysia turned to face the King, gently pushing his hair aside to get a better look at him. Her fingers brushed his skin, and as if on cue, his eyes fluttered open and locked onto hers. "Did I wake you?" she asked, a blush creeping across her face. It wasn't natural for someone to look this good upon waking.
He smiled, revealing his perfect teeth, and his voice came out deeper, more husky. "I could get used to waking up like this, with you beside me."
"Did you sleep well?" She caressed his cheek gently, her fingers trailing down to the corner of his lips.
"Yes, I did. Did you sleep well? You're up early," Azrael asked, noticing her long hair flowing across the bed.
"I had a strange dream, but it's nothing to worry about," Elysia replied with a smile. She still couldn't make sense of the dream, but decided not to bother Azrael with it. He had enough on his plate already, and she didn't want to add to his burdens.
"Are you sure?" His voice held a mix of concern and tenderness.
"I am, Your Majesty. Everything is fine." Elysia smiled softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on the side of his lips.
Without warning, Azrael tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. His lips crashed onto hers with a fierce passion, his kiss deep and urgent, as if he could lose himself in her forever. The raw emotion surged between them, filling his chest with warmth. Reluctantly, he pulled away, both of them gasping for air, hearts racing.
"You are fucking beautiful Elysia." He whispered against her lips. His eyes hooded moving between her swollen lips and her eyes filled with lust.
Elysia leaned in again, kissing him again. This time with roughness and despiration. Azrael lifted her from the bed and placed her on his lap with her leg resting on each of his side. She could feel his hard member pressing against her, Elysia could not help but rub herself against his hardness making a groan escape Azrael's lips. His grip on her hair tightened, his mouth assaulting her lips, jaw and neck.
Her hands moved under his shirt as she proceeded to lift it up. In a swift motion, Azrael pulled the shirt over his head tossing it on the bed.
Elysia ran her hands all over his shoulders and back, loving the feel of his hard tensed muscles against her palm. She continued to rub herself against his member causing it to twitch and grow in size. "Fuck!" Azrael cursed out loudly, helping Elysia rid of her night dress as he laid her on the bed, hovering over her.
He settled between her legs, a groan leaving his lips feeling her warmth and wetness welcome him. His hand lowered to touch her between her legs and Elysia moaned into his mouth. Azrael began to stroke her softly when a knock sounded on the door.
Elysia's eyes widened, her fingers wrapped around his arm which was between her legs. "Someone is at the door." She whispered.
"Let them wait." Before she could protest, he stole her breath by pushing two fingers into her. Her inside clenched around his fingers, he slide out of her and back into her, drawing a long moan from Elysia.
With the knock persistent behind them, Azrael increased this pace driving her closer to her release. Elysia tried to cover her mouth with her hand to conceal her moans, but Azrael was quick to hold her hands down on the bed. "Do not do that love. I love hearing the sounds you make. It drives me into madness." His voice strained between his teeth.
Elysia's back arched when the intense pleasure watched over her, her nails deep into his shoulders as she shook. Azrael continued to thrust in and out of her prolonging her release.
A shaky breath escaped Elysia's lips as the intense feeling slowly faded. She turned to Azrael, her eyes meeting his, filled with love and devotion. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his fingers gently releasing her hair. Without breaking eye contact, he raised his hand to his lips, slowly licking the remnants of her sweetness from his skin. His voice, deeper than usual, echoed in the room, "I will be back." His gaze never wavered.
Azrael tugged his shirt over his body, his expression hardening as he made his way to the door. Upon opening it, he was met by the bailiff, whose face bore a serious expression. Azrael's voice was cold and emotionless. "You'd better have a good reason for disturbing my peace, Bailiff."
"Forgive the interruption, Your Majesty," the bailiff replied, his tone respectful but urgent, "but I have received important news that requires your immediate attention."
Azrael's expression darkened, his voice tight with barely contained anger. "What happened?"
The bailiff swallowed nervously, his words heavy with regret. "Amara and her daughter were murdered last night, Your Majesty."
Azrael's jaw tightened. "How did this happen?" he demanded.
"Nobody knows," the bailiff responded, his eyes lowering in sadness. "Her sister went to the market, and when she returned, they had already been killed."
"Very well, I will meet you in the carriage. We will be visiting the morgue." Azrael announced to the bailiff, who bowed in acknowledgment before walking away.
Azrael closed the door, releasing a heavy sigh before turning to face Elysia. She was sitting on the bed, the blanket clutched tightly around her to cover her bare body.
"Is something wrong?" Her soft voice broke the heavy silence, her eyes searching his face, desperate for answers.
"Yes, Elysia. There is." His voice was strained, and he turned away, focusing on the table in front of him. His eyes darkened with unspoken thoughts, as if a storm brewed within him.