His Majesty's Devious Sin

[Warning: The following contain sexual content.]

"You look beautiful in this position," Elias said, his voice growing huskier at her side. Her hair slipped over her shoulders, the tips curling underneath her breast, his mouth suddenly thirsty for a taste of her. 

The flush of her face, the tenderness in her eyes, the squirm of her hips that slid across his hardened member, for just a split second, had him on the brink of insanity.

"I don't want to do it wrong and break your—"

"In control now, aren't you?" Elias chuckled, watching her face turn red. "Though, darling, you've always been in control of me, yet you're too naive to realize."

Adeline was confused by his words, unable to understand the power she wielded over him. She'd be upset and he'd find a thousand ways to please her. She'd tell him to jump off a bridge, and he'd ask her if she wanted to see a backflip. All of this, she didn't know.

"Lift your hips for me, darling," Elias said, grabbing her waist and hoisting her on top of him. He wanted her so badly, it was beginning to hurt now. 

Adeline pressed her weight upon his abdomen, her fingers flat on the eight ridges, and slowly, she raised her waist, as he commanded her to. Then, she was careful and lowered herself on top of him.

"Fuck," Elias groaned, his fingers digging into her waist. Her thighs were shaking. He could feel it. He couldn't hold back anymore, grabbing her as he plunged deeply into her.

Catching her by surprise, Adeline cried out, but he continued to wreak havoc inside of her. He moved his hips faster, his throbbing member poking her again and again. He lifted himself up, until she was in his lap and his lips were back onto her delectable neck.

Adeline hugged him tightly as she moved her hips, his one arm possessively wrapped around her lower back, the other grabbing her butt cheek to make her take him even deeper.

"A-ah, wait, I can't—"

"You have before," Elias groaned, thrusting deeper into her, unable to have the patience to let her tease him if she had rode him properly. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of their love making, her body tightly glued to his, his frequent grunts, her occasional moans, until they eventually reached a peak.

Adeline tiredly rested her face on his shoulder, her body still shaking. She felt warmth gush into her, and he didn't stop there, continuing to unload inside of her. She was exhausted, even though it had been one round. Taking care of the children, performing Queen duties, being a wife. She was tired and suddenly wanted to sleep.

"You've gotten stronger," Elias said, his lips finding the side of her head. She was so tiny in his arms, he couldn't help but want to protect her even more than he already did.

Their bodies were still joined as one when he lowered her onto the bed. Her back was pressed to his chest, his arm weaving over her breast, the other on her stomach, aligning her hips to his again.

"You're a beast," Adeline weakly said, feeling him hug her lower half tight to slowly thrust in and out of her. She whimpered each time he pulled out gently, only to ram fast and hard into her, hitting the exact spot that made her yelp and whimper.

"Only for you," Elias hotly said, nibbling on her earlobe as he forcefully moved his arms, so that he was still pressing her lower body to his, whilst he grabbed one of her thighs to widen the access.

"Ah, please—" Adeline cried out in disbelief. He went incredibly deeper, groaning whilst furiously penetrating her again. Her body arched, but he had her in a tight grip, unwilling to part from her or let her run.

"When your cries are this sweet and desperate for me, how can I stop?" Elias darkly asked her, continuing to slide in and out of her, the bed rattling with his force. 

She was trying to escape from the pleasure, her mouth open, her eyes tightly closed, but her legs were trying to close. Not a chance.

He rolled her body onto the bed, until her breasts were pressed into the mattress, and he had slipped a pillow underneath her stomach. Now, he was deep inside of her, so much that her body jolted whenever he thrusted. It was all too much, as she buried her face into the pillow, hoping to hold back her moans, but it was impossible.

It felt so good.

"Eli," Adeline finally relented, gasping for air, as he lowered his body onto hers, hugging her deeply whilst savaging through her. Soon, her thighs were trembling, and his breathing grew heavier, more powerful than ever.

"Say it again," Elias growled, his voice growing darker by the second.

"Eli, please," Adeline begged, her entire body beginning to quiver, and soon, she tightened on him, just as something gushed into her. She whimpered, her body going weak, but he knew she was close, as he continued to slide in and out of her. Slow, careful, then rough and wild, until her moans were uncontrollable, her breathing coming out in pants, and white dots burst in her vision.

Finally, Elias ceased his movements. The only sound in the room was the sound of air leaving their lungs and her occasional sighs. He turned her around, throwing the pillow aside.

"I love you, darling," Elias murmured, pecking her lips, as she looked at him in a daze, tired and exhausted. Her thighs were like dry leaves on a branch, unable to stop shaking. He slid out of her, earning a soft moan that nearly made him want to explore her again.

"Let me clean you up," Elias said, leaving the bed.

Adeline couldn't keep her eyelids open. She didn't know how much time passed, but something soft, wet, and warm was being rubbed on her stomach and back. She slipped in and out of sleep. 

Adeline experienced a strange dream of something silky touching her body. She vaguely registered it as a robe being wrapped around her. Soon, something else began to slip around her. It was hard, strong, and comfortable. She had never felt more safe.

"Eli…?" Adeline mumbled, noticing she was wearing a silk robe. 

"Shh, let's take a nap," Elias whispered, pressing her face into his chest again. He stroked her hair and her back, rubbing her back to sleep. She let out a content sigh, snuggling into his comfort.

"Eli, but our children…"

"Are taken care of," Elias stated, kissing the top of her head. He loved how much of a dedicated mother she was. The first thing out of her mouth was always something about her son or daughter.

Elias didn't know if he should be jealous or relieved. Was it possible to feel both?

"By whom…?"

"Reliable people," Elias said. 

Elias was wondering why she wasn't falling asleep, then looked down to see her eyes were peacefully shut, and she was beginning to mumble incoherent things. He held back a quiet laugh at how adorable she looked. 

"My beautiful wife…" Elias hugged her tightly, grateful that she was going to be his for the rest of their lives. He wouldn't have it any other way. He never would. 

Elias was willing to burn the world to the ground if he could have her one last time, but all the while, making sure the flames never touched her. No, never her. Never his wife, never his beloved darling.