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.
Most Erotic Melody.
Warning: Mature Content. Readers discretion is Advised.
Raziah felt like a toy. Does he enjoy choking her? And those lips of his had to be marked as sinful because whatever they were doing to her skin was getting her all riled up, and she couldn't help but rock her body. Her legs had Been trembling like crazy, and Aragon just kept on with his relentless bites all over her neck.
Just like the other night he had made her restless with the whole biting and stuff on their way to Sabaean kingdom, it was almost the same as this one just that his teeth felt sharper than the last time, and each bite was painful and ticklish at the same time. Except when he adds his tongue, and then she would vibrate therefore his fingers would travel even further inside her mouth, making her choke. She wished he would pull them out because it was becoming so embarrassing with the saliva running down her lips.