Elysia looked down to see Azreal lifting her legs and settling in between them. He placed his hand on her knee while he kissed her stomach using his tongue to draw a pattern on her hot skin.
Azreal lifted his head to look at her flushed face, his dark eyes watching her. Elysia could die from the sensation she felt. It made her feel cold as goosebumps covered her skin.
"Are you alright?" He inquired, his voice hoarse and dark.
Elysia nodded, not trusting her words at this moment. She was too shaken to say anything or even think properly.
"Good." He replied, his hand moved to her womanly part and touched her while maintaining direct contact with her.
Her grip on the sheets tightened making her shiver. Everything about what the King was doing to her was intoxicating, from how he made her feel, to how he looked at her, like she was the most delicious meal.