King Varziel obliged with her plea, his hands exploring the delicate structure of her wings, caressing every inch he could get his hands on with such expert precision it felt as though he had known her body for centuries. He peppered little kisses across her shoulder. His actions caused her to gasp, her breath catching in her throat. Her hips bucked as another wave of pleasure surged through her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she clung to him as her movements became frenzied, chasing a peak that felt so painfully close but just out of reach.
King Varziel trailed his hands down, gripping her waist tightly to steady her as his hips thrust upwards, his cock plunging deeper with every motion. His growls of pleasure resonated in the room, mixing with her breathless moans. Arella felt sweat trickle down her back, as it seemed that the room was alive with heat. The air was thick with the sound of their bodies colliding and their ragged breaths filling the space.
