His Majesty’s Devious Sins - Chapter 247

[WARNING: The following contains s.e.x.u.a.l content.]

“We shouldn’t leave them all by themselves,” Adeline worriedly told Elias. He slung his arm on the couch and pulled her closer.

“They’ll be fine,” Elias reassured her, cupping the side of her face.

Finally, alone time with her. Minus the bickering Weston and Lydia in the background, and Easton who was engrossed in his phone game.

“Maybe we should check up on them,” Adeline said, her body speaking differently. She leaned into his touch, cold as ice, but gentle as cotton.

Elias’s fingers twitched to run his hand through her hair and yanked it back, as he captured her lips. Suddenly, he had a fantastic idea that only his conniving mind could think of.

“Yes, maybe we should,” Elias finally agreed, his lips curling into a smirk. She naively blinked up at him, and he got off the couch, offering her a hand.

Adeline instantly perked up, sliding her hand into his. Her legs quivered for a second, but she slowly began to walk beside him.

Elias’s legs were long and powerful. What took her ten steps would only take him five. But he deliberately slowed down, squeezing her hand in reassurance.

“I told you Layla looks best in white, not light blue!” Lydia hissed at her husband, irritated that they couldn’t decide on what color to dress her tomorrow.

“No, I’m telling you Layla likes Wesleyan’s favorite color and—where are you two going?” Weston paused, realizing the King and Queen were sneaking away.

“Off to check up on our children,” Adeline chirped, smiling up at Elias who faintly nodded.

“Oh,” Lydia paused. “Tell Layla that her blue headband is dirty and she should throw it out.”

Weston’s head snapped to Lydia. “The headband compliments her hair. Don’t throw it out. Just because she’s not wearing the accessory you gave her—”

“My mother gave her that accessory, and Layla likes it more than yours, but she’s Daddy’s Little Princess so she wears whatever you give her,” Lydia shot back. “If you keep on spoiling her like this, she won’t form her own opinions and—”

“Let’s leave,” Elias muttered, feeling as if he was losing brain cells by the second. Just compromise and pick a white and blue headband. Simple as that.

“Luckily I don’t care about their appearance enough to bicker with you,” Elias said to Adeline whilst walking her down the opposite direction of the children.

“That’s not something to brag about…” Adeline trailed off, frowning at his words. He said that, but Adelia’s closet was filled with his gifts. The majority of her clothes and accessories were brought by him.

“Where are we going?” Adeline asked, realizing she could hear the laughter of the children growing fainter.

“To our children,” Elias said, pushing the doors of their bedroom open.

“But they’re not here—”

“Our future children, I meant,” Elias corrected himself, pulling her into their bedroom and closing the doors. He heard her heart skip and smiled when she looked at him in disbelief.

“When we were reminiscing over the past earlier, I couldn’t help but think back to a few years ago, when a little Princess snuck out of her tower and into a bar,” Elias said, his figure looming over her.

“And I remember the villain tricking the naive Princess,” Adeline said.

Elias chuckled at her words, his fingers sliding under her chin to tip her head back. He leaned down and kissed her gently, pushing her onto the bed. She landed softly onto it, his hand slamming beside her head, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“I tricked the Princess?” Elias echoed, his fingers tugging at the strings of her white dress. He’d love to stain it.

“Was it not the Princess who begged the villain to take her away, for her tower was oh so scary, and the world so foreign?” Elias said. With a flick of his hand, he tore her dress in half, right down the middle.

Adeline’s hands flew to her c.h.e.s.t, but he grabbed her wrists and slammed them down, his eyes feasting upon her n.a.k.e.d flesh. She felt self-conscious, her t.h.i.g.hs clenching together. His attention flickered to her stomach, where white, faded stretch marks could be seen.

“I didn’t ask you to—”

“You did,” Elias reassured her, bending down to kiss the white marks, like stripes on a tiger. Her stomach clenched and he pecked up her belly button, towards her b.r.e.a.s.t.

Her breath hitched, her body tensing in anticipation. She wanted him, desperately. But he always knew how to tease her.

Elias raised his head, a teasing glint in his dark eyes. “You asked me, and might I quote, ‘It’s my birthday today, but I have no one to drink with.’”

“It was only a drink,” Adeline tried to excuse.

“Yes, but your hands were all over me when I kissed you on the wall, and you were so eager for me to stay with you,” Elias bluntly said.

The entire club was watching him that day, and he was only watching her. How did a little deer like her get into the club? With a fake ID? Or was the bouncer charmed by her innocence? On the rare occasion that he finally left the castle to drink, he stumbled upon the woman that was promised to him, but never delivered to him.

“Because the alcohol—”

“But you told me you were sober,” Elias stated, watching her face grow red with embarrassment. “And when I tried to take you home, you said you’d rather go with another man than return to your tower, Princess.”

Adeline tried to protest, but clamped her mouth shut when he trailed his lips along her jaw, nibbling on a s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e part of her neck. Her nails dug into his biceps when he teased the spot that made her writhe. He hadn’t drank from her a while, not ever since she was a Pure-Blood.

“You shouldn’t lie to me, darling,” Elias said, kissing the love bite lingering on her flesh.

Adeline was in a daze when his hands began to explore, pulling her t.h.i.g.hs apart to settle in between them.

“Shame, I quite liked this dress,” Elias said, watching the torn material fall limply onto the mattress, revealing her smooth t.h.i.g.hs. She clutched his arms, her breathing heavy when his calloused hand stroked her trembling legs.

Adeline gasped when he inserted one finger, followed by another, her h.i.p.s rolling to meet his hand.

“We did this as well, didn’t we? You were quite a naughty little thing, pretending to be innocent, whilst begging me to have a taste of you,” Elias growled, watching her eyes go wide in disapproval.

Adeline was weak in his hands, unable to do anything as he curled his finger and slid in and out of her, again and again. Her insides were slick, ready for him. Suddenly, he kissed her, swallowing her m.o.a.ns. He grunted into her mouth, deepening the kiss whilst sliding three fingers inside, stretching her to fit him properly.

The sensation was overwhelming. Adeline couldn’t concentrate on which part felt the best, his hands, his mouth, or his toned body against hers. He was brewing a storm within her c.h.e.s.t, her heart skipping for more. Without warning, he pulled away and took his clothes off.

“Elias…” Adeline g.r.o.a.n.e.d, wishing he had continued. Then, she saw his fingers that were wet with her juices and she froze. He didn’t seem to mind, l.i.c.k.i.n.g at his fingers, like one would with melting ice cream.

“You—”

“What?” Elias taunted, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the ground. Her eyes lingered on his body. A small clink was heard when he unbuckled his black leather belt, letting it fall to the ground whilst he kicked off his black pants.

Before she could even blink, he was atop of her again. And before she could register it, he rolled them over, so that she was straddling him, her t.h.i.g.hs pressing into his lower abdomen.

“I—” Adeline’s voice died in her throat, unable to speak any further.

“Ride me, darling.” Elias looped their fingers together, reassuringly, for it had been a while since she was last in this position. He had always taken her with her underneath him or in front of him, but now, he wanted to see the extent of her efforts to walk.

“W-what?”

“Ride. Me.”