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.
In this world or beyond.
The maddeningly feeling that kept threatening to drive him insane. Her ass cheeks felt so good on him, and his member was loving it too much. Raziah's ass was like the perfect balance of pleasure, and he was so close to spilling out the contents all over that sexy body she kept rocking on him.
His hands flew back to her breasts as he kept tormenting her with his lips on her neck. Raziah's eyes were constricted in pleasure, and every touch sent sparks flying between them. There was nothing that could have prepared her for his wicked hands on her, and she was getting even more and more ashamed of herself. She was soaked wet, and it was even running down her thighs and unto his.
That overwhelming dense feeling that had wrecked her the first time had been unbelievable, and she could already feel it building up again. Her lower areas were beginning to tingle and ache like crazy, and she could only surrender to the overwhelming feeling of it all.