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.
Just Aragon and Raziah.
There was nothing he could do but submit to her sublime taste. Every slippery taste of her on his tongue was pure nirvana, and every suck and swipe of his lips had her losing her senses. Her moans were getting louder, and he was giving it to her harder.
He loved driving her crazy. He loved the way she dragged her fingers across his scalp and pulled his hair. He adored the way her body, especially her legs trembled under every touch of his like they were begging for more. What he loved more was looking up to see her face burning from intense desire.
Coaxing her insides with two fingers, he brought her to the land of ecstasy over and over again till everything went blank in her head and she couldn't even remember her own name. The grass was soft on her back as she stared at the beautiful night sky, thousands of stars twinkling above them.
She felt him lay beside her, and her eyes fluttered down to gaze at him, "You're beautiful." She hummed.