His Majesty's Bride.
{Warning; Mature Content} **She was ice. He was fire. And none of them were willing to melt, or quench the other.** Princess Raziah Octavius, the strange and curious princess had only two things in mind. One; To be alone. Two; Take revenge on the person responsible for her nightmares that unfaithful night. On the night of her introduction, she comes across a unique devil dressed as a prince, and she immediately agrees to get married to him just to get the frustrating night over with. Whisked away to his kingdom, she finds out just how unique his Majesty is with all the mystery around him. But no matter what happens, and how much this devious devil tries to burn her with his touch and gaze, he can never melt her frozen heart. ...Or so she thought.
All His To Devour.
Warning; Rated 18+. Readers discretion is advised.
"You have no idea...!" Aragon was breathing like he had just finished a race. He had cupped her face with both of his hands, while his tongue had stopped at the side of her lips. They could both feel each other's breaths on their faces, and Raziah's face was blazing hot red.
She had just realized how loud she had been, and that she actually reacted like that. She felt like she was gradually turning into another woman, and her betraying body was getting even more excited.
He cupped her face so she was gazing into his eyes once again, "Damn it you... I can't believe... Shit! This is..." He was back to cursing again. What was wrong with him?