The curtains were closed, apart from the little rays of moonlight that still managed to streak in, casting a soft glow into the room. There were about four candles situated at each corner of the room, giving the cadence a gentle and calm mixture. Now the problem wasn’t with the room lighting, but the flowers that filled every inch of the floor and bed, and most importantly, the King of Erandell whom was lying there, with only short trouser that was being held with a zip, and an open shirt that had no button.
He sat with his legs crossed over each other, and a rose petal hanging from his lips with this dangerous gleam that filled his eyes. Just as she walked in, Aragon uncrossed his legs and fell back on the bed, making his shirt and legs part even more.
Raziah was a shivering mess by now. If he planned to seduce her with all this, then it was definitely working because she could already feel so many intense emotions running through her body. That body of his was like a shrine that needed to be worshipped. There wasn’t an inch of them that wasn’t bulging with muscle, like a delicacy she could only drool on.
"Oh, I didn’t know you were coming," he uttered raspily as she glanced at her through his thick lashes, with Raziah rooted to her spot with no strength to move her body, "I’m exhausted from all the meetings I’ve been having." He sounded so lazy.
Aragon stood up from the bed and faced her. His eyes were burning her as he slowly slipped the shirt away from his body, and it fell on the ground, revealing the mouthwatering muscles of his arm. He did it ever so slowly, without taking his eyes off her that Raziah was already clutching her hand together, grabbing a fistful of her dress to keep from making a sound.
He walked up to one of the tables which had a cup of water waiting, slid his fingers around the handle, and took it up to his mouth. Facing her again, he only took a sip before pouring the rest over his head. Raziah’s breath was stolen forcefully as she watched the water slide down his forehead, down his face and lips, his thick sturdy, and ripped chest... before disappearing inside his pants.
Raziah’s ties curled significantly, and her mind jumped into a tantrum. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and all she could think of was to run away before she loses it and do something unexpected like she did the last time. The man was like a walking seductive, sexy being that had everything any man could ever wish for, and happened to be her husband who was now trying to crawl up her skin and take over her mind. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Tugging softly at the edge of his trousers, Raziah now found her fingers struggling behind her to find the doorknob and escape immediately. She already knew her body was gonna betray her for all these, and her mind was already sent spiraling somewhere else.
"What are you looking at?" Aragon asked lowly, staring so intensely that she almost shook her head unknowingly and fall for his truck. She couldn’t even speak for her throat was incredibly itchy and dry, begging for some moisture to make her feel like herself again. Just watching him play with his trousers alone was making her run wild because she could clearly see that path of hair that started from his chest, down to his abdomen, and disappeared down there.
He started walking up to her, and Raziah quickly pressed herself against the door. She didn’t want to lose her sanity at least. Even though her body was an absolute failure to her, her mind would never abandon her completely.
His eyes danced with things she couldn’t explain, and the lust that dripped from them was something to behold, "I asked..." He breathed sharply when he got to her, pressing his nose against her spicy neck that could kill him. Raziah’s lungs too had already been engulfed by his suffocating citrus scent, and she quaked softly when his lips made contact with the skin of her neck, "...Why are you staring, Raziah?" He whispered hotly, his breath running along her neck and up to her ear that she had to grip her dress even harder.
"What...make you think you’re the one I’m staring at?" She stumbled out, almost stuttering heavily when he pressed a soft bite against her skin again, sending a chill that shook her body badly, so much that she now found herself holding onto the door to keep herself from slipping to the floor.
"Denying it...will only make it worse," A deep inhale of her skin had him biting her even harder, his body smushed against hers. Raziah could now feel something big and heavy pressing against her abdomen, involuntarily making her squeeze her legs together. It reminded her about what they had done the other day, and her face was blazing red and hot, completely flushed and embarrassed.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her lips set into a thin line. Aragon took her hands into his, brought both of her palms to his massive pecks, and watched as she swallowed hard. Her hands on his skin were like a cold warning overflowing with desire, striking him straight to the heart, and his growing member that was dying to have itself buried inside her once again. He wanted to have her crash and burn in his arms and was on his way to achieving that.
When Raziah felt her fingers on his chest, she stumbled out again, "Olive, W...what a...are you...d...doi.. doing?" She stuttered uncontrollably. Her heart leaped inside her chest, and she had to swallow back her gasp. Gosh...he was so dangerous for her right now. While he had avoided her the whole of last night, she thought it was a good thing for her, but now...
His scent, the feel of his skin, his inflaming touch on her skin, his dark eyes, and the Aura streaking with lust and something else that she found oddly...not so scary was reeking out of him. All of it was just above what she could handle.
"What else? I’m seducing you... hazel," he softly bit her ears, "Now wife, Take your sweet time and touch me all you want, because you and I know how badly you want to do so," He stated while biting her ear, nuzzling his face against the soft skin there. Then, he began trailing her palm around his chest.
"No...!" Raziah squealed in a hard crack.
He took her fingers over his figure again, and again and again, and each time was even better than the last. She couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying feeling his chest on her fingers, the dip and rig and strong muscles that filled his body and her fingers kept trembling as they went all the way again to his abdomen, and then back to his pecks again.
She could hear him breathing hard, and she would be lying to herself if that didn’t make her eyes roll hard. Immediately he let go of her hands, he pulled her body harder against his and began ravishing the hell out of her neckline. Raziah’s soft and strangled moans that she was trying to keep unheard escaped her lips, and she whimpered so hard that she began to see double. His lips, teeth, and tongue worked their absolute magic on her, till she had no strength to oppose him at all.
She had no strength but was able to raise an arm to try and push him away. The weakness was killing her, and if not for his body supporting her, she would have been a poodle lying on the floor by now. But before she could get to his chest, he quickly grabbed both hands and pinned them above her head, and against the door. Raziah gasped softly, staring into his eyes when he pulled away to look at her. She could faintly remember him bounding and tying her a few days ago while she was asleep, and she glared at him for that.
A small dubious smile filled his lips, and Raziah’s eyes stared back in suspicion and anxiety because that only meant he was up to something.
"Don’t do it!" She had startled out already.
"Don’t do what?" He grinned wickedly.
"You know what I’m talking about!" Raziah’s tongue stuck out to moisten her lips which were too dry for her liking. He’s gotten her so dehydrated with his actions, and she felt like her lips were gonna dry up and peel off. But it was an action she shouldn’t have done and paid dearly for it.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?!" His tone came out ragged, and his eyes shone with a look filled with unfamiliarity and confusion. She couldn’t understand how he would talk like he was angry, and look at her like the most confused being on earth.
Hell, he was looking so tortured.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," she replied, this time clearer.
"Who asked you to lick your lips?" He kept looking between her eyes and lips, "I’m the one seducing you. What makes you think you can just do that and get away with it?"
And that was when it struck her hard, and a good idea on how to get out of the situation hit her hard. A very good way for him to let go of her, and she was pretty sure if she does this, it would ruin the tense and lustful atmosphere around them.
Raziah couldn’t care less about the repercussions, she was gonna do it again even if gets her locked behind bars, and she was so positive that it would work in her favor. If licking her lips alone would get him this stirred up, then she was about to do even worse than that.
Aragon took in a deep breath, trying to calm down his roaring nerves before staring into her beautiful eyes again, "Don’t you ever..."
Raziah didn’t let him finish as she had already moved forward and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.
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