His fingers unlace through my hairs, making their way around my neck, engulfing the flesh between muscular fingers that wrap around the entire length. His body moves backward, slamming mine on the window, his lips crashing down on mine in a fervent kiss. They nibble along the flesh, tugging at them, pulling them, soothing them with his tongue, and my senses go into overdrive at the intensity of his touch.
They speak the possessiveness to me, his tongue removing every trace of other man’s name from inside me, and I reciprocate all breathless to his advances.
His lips torture me with their sweetness, never leaving me even when my lungs had drained all the air in them. They burn in my insides at the lack of air, and I wrap my fingers around his neck to break him from the possession he was under. My nails dig in his neck, surely leav
A warm tickle of breath wakes me up from my deep slumber, the light of the day making a way even through my closed eyelids. I open my eyes, feeling the hard and warm surface beneath me, and I do not have to check twice to know what it is. Tilting my head to look up, I feel the warm tickle of breath on my skin, as a small smile creeps to the corner of my lips.Max lies like dead meat below me, yet his grip on me is so tight that I can barely move an inch of my body out of his embrace. At this angle, I can see the beauty sprawled along his neck, the marks of my nails, mixed with the bites of our love. His lips part slightly - depicting their swollen form tinted with red, and I smirk at the fierce love we made the entire night, contorting in weird and different positions.And well, the fact can't be denied, the best sex is a
Reluctant to leave Max, I slide out of the bath to see Azrael sitting in the center of the room, with his head in his hands. The shuffle of my foot pulls him out of his daze, and he looks right at me limping my way to the center. Max was true to his words. I am sore, in fact so sore that every step I put feels like a task. Azrael raises his eyebrows, looking at my form, and I tug my lips in a small acceptable smile, letting a pretense of shyness tug at the edge of the lips. Mirroring my smile, his eyes follow me through the course of the room, eyeing every insignificant action of mine. I settle on the bed, tilting my head in a question, “Why are you looking at me like that?”, I ask, and he crawls on his fours near my foot. The tiny crawl swayed his round and firm butt in all the right directions, the curve of his naked torso contouring with the chiseled muscles. I smirk at the crawl, eyeing his curves until he settles near my feet. Raising my eyebrows, I let him decipher the silent
I could see the patches of black under Max’s eyes, clear evidence of the sleepless night and the day. The entire day, he stood like a diligent bodyguard, outside my chambers, and however badly I wanted to call him in and cuddle with me, I had decided against it due to the presence of Azrael. Stretching his hands in the air, Max attempts to loosen the knots on his shoulder, when I thread my arms over them to massage the stiff areas. He moans under my touch, as his body relaxes from all the hard work he has put in through the night and the day, and I enjoy the heat of his skin under my touch. “Adria, you dont have to do this”, he says holding my hand as they began to massage him, and I swat them away with a sharp look in my eyes. “I can see you are tired, let me do this”, I say. “But…”, he begins, his expression laced with the self-loathing and the self-criticism they were about to throw my way when I halt him, totally against hearing any word. “Dare not say anything about my futur
" Adria, I want to be inside you", I say through my closed eyes, and the next second I feel the hot craven engulf me. Opening my eyes, I see her bite her lips, as her pussy stretches over me, " Max, you are huge. It's like you are splitting me down there. Ahhh… Fuck", she says and I circle my waist beneath her letting her feel me inside her. " Max. Right there", she says pressing over my chest. Her hips grind against mine, her body matching my twists, and now it was my turn to moan at the sensations building in me. As her pussy adjusts to my girth, she begins moving her curved hips up and down, taking me to the hilt with every bounce. I see myself, glide in and out of her heat, my length disappearing inside her, hitting her womb from the inside. She moans my name, her pace rhythmic, slow, and torturous for me. If only my hands were free, I would have pounded her right here. She bends over my chest, her lips capturing mine in a sensuous kiss, her lower body bouncing on my member
I sit amidst the ocean of papers, sprawled across me in a diligent bunch of approvals, denials, justice, and many more, and as I rake myself through every bunch reading the content and signing it, I curse my five days of absence in the palace. Five days of absence have gathered over weeks of work for me, and however fast, I try to get rid of the work and climb into Max’s arms. It is barely even possible, for me to get out of the study. I groan frustrated stretching myself to get rid of the knots on my shoulders when the door creeks open, filling the room with the scent of night jasmines. The familiar silhouette, scoots behind me - my eyes not once leaving the twitch on that handsome face. “Oh god, this is all I needed”, I say as Max places his hands on my shoulder, massaging them in a small circular motion. A chuckle escapes his lips, the sound enough music to lull me to sleep. “You could have told me, I could do it every minute of the day”, Max says, his breath fanning across my
“Queen Adria, to what do I owe your visit”, the healer bows to me as I enter the chambers. My mind is still in a daze at the happenings in the hallway, but my body is reluctant to heed any thoughts. “Can you give me some energy potions? My body feels too weak from all the work, and I also feel dizzy since morning.”, I say, taking a seat near the healer. He walks to me, pinching my wrist between his index and thumb, and my eyes wander across the chambers until he finishes the routine check. “Hmm… It looks like your body is weak from the constant work, and it does not get enough nutrients from the food.”, he says circling to one of the cabinets behind me. “I would suggest you take some herbs to make up for the lack of nutrients. ”, he draws out glasses of herbs that I never bothered to learn and puts them in a small jute bag tucked from his waist. “Here. These will help you to feel better.”, I take the bag tucked between his fingers, when my nose again catches the whiff of the same
I shove the scrolls on the rear end of the study back and forth to find the copy of the will written by my father. Like any other important document, it had lost its timeline and was now sitting amidst other equally important but not needed scrolls on the shelf. It has to be somewhere here, I huff shifting almost twenty scrolls down the shelf, and finding the golden embroidered royal blue scroll, that changed my fate in a single day. Today morning, I woke up wrapped securely between the heat of Max's arm and the guilt of my allegations ran through my nerves stabbing me at every instant. And when things start to hurt your love, your resolution to keep them safe increases. So, here I was sitting in the dust showering above my head, sifting through piles of scrolls, ignoring all the piles stacked on my desk, to find the destruction in my house. After about thirty minutes, I see the scroll tucked in the corners of the topmost shelf. The scroll stands almost non-negligible with the outs
I sit along the bedside, with my head between my palms. My mind isn't working, it is just repeating the incidents of the entire day, again and again as if it wanted me to piece things together. But somewhere, something bugged me, something told me to not be rash and drastic. I wait in mom’s chamber, until all the extraneous people leave it, especially the ones that could think beyond gossip, and when I look up after fifteen minutes, I could only see one help standing beside mom. The biggest gossip bitch of the palace. I circle around the bed, walking towards her, “Tell me everything that mom did yesterday. And I dont want you to miss a single detail”. The words fall out of my mouth in anger, as my face contorts in a red tint of rage.I see the terror cross her eyes, and with me mere inches apart I could see the shiver in her body. “My queen. Yesterday, the queen mother… she… got up and followed all her routines normally. But…”, her eyes trail between me and mom, a layer of hesitanc