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.
Huge Favor.
"I see, wife!" Aragon said with a small nod as he touched her without warning. He shifted her panties to the side, and there was nothing she could do to keep the incoherent words from leaving her lips, and she grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets as she struggled to stay sane.
This had to be the sweetest torture she's ever felt. She didn't know how to explain the feeling. It was simply out of this world, as his fingers were doing magic on her. He had taken up that possessed look again as he kept unleashing his finger on her, coaxing her body into falling apart for him. She was so wet that his hands kept making slippery noises against her flower, and Raziah couldn't tell where she was anymore.