His Majesty's Devious Sins
[Mature Content.] "Past, present, and future, I will always want you." _______ Adeline had a plan to obtain her freedom: Step one: kill the King. Step two: run away and live happily ever after. Did that happen? No. Adeline's plan was rudely interrupted by a mysterious, yet handsome stranger who stole her weapon at midnight. Elias Luxton was a heartless King notorious for his merciless antics. He was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Adeline Rose was a dethroned Princess with a dark past. After her parents' murder and an super stealing her throne, she flees to the Empire of Wraith and unexpectedly meets Elias. Elias claimed he knew her. But she didn't remember him. And Adeline wants nothing to do with him. The problem? Adeline was supposed to kill him, but he wants to marry her. Will she be able to escape the clutches of this shameless King? Or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone? _______ [WARNING: THERE'S MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY] Excerpt: "Now, take it off." She blinked up at him, astonished by his words. "What?" she whispered, wondering if her ears had betrayed her. "My shirt," he mused, his burning gaze landing upon her. "But why?" she asked. "So the next time I wear it, I have flashbacks of ravishing you." _______ Editors: okatuvslife & Skale93 This book is found exclusively on webnovel.com. Please do not post it anywhere else.
Another Argument
Adeline was hoping Elias was joking. He wasn't. They did it on the bed, at the edge of it, and upon the headboard, until her trembling legs gave out, and her body twitched at his touch.
Adeline had lost count of the minutes that passed, until her thoughts were plagued by his cold caress, the heat of her body, how warm he filled her, the sound of their skin slapping against each other, and his quiet grunts.
"Would you like a bath?" Elias cooed, his fingers kneading her scalp. He laid on the bed, naked, with her head tiredly resting on his chest. His gaze flickered to her thigh which was dangerously curled around his slowly rising manhood.
"Yes," Adeline mumbled.
Adeline was exhausted. There were marks all over her pale skin, and hickies were bound to form. She'd need to wear a turtle-neck shirt today, or else everyone would know.
"I feel sticky," she added on, her voice lowering an octave.