His Majesty's Devious Sins

[WARNING: The following contains sexual contents.]

Elias woke up alone. He didn't think he'd fall asleep waiting for her to wake up. Pure-Bloods like him didn't need to sleep, but the more time he spent with her, the more "human" he felt. When he touched the bed, expecting her soft skin, and felt nothing, his eyes snapped open.

Elias shot out of his chair, spinning around in disbelief. The bed was cold. She had left him. A thousand possibilities went through his head. Was she kidnapped? The windows were locked. Did she run away? She was pregnant with his child. Where did she go?

Elias's heart raced and for once, he felt raw fear. He stormed to the bathroom and swung the doors open, finding them empty. He walked the closest and found it empty. She was nowhere in the room.

"So you've chosen to run," Elias growled under his breath. Just then, the doors softly clicked and he swiveled around.

Adeline tiredly walked through the doors, in her nightgown, and dirtied indoor slippers. Her eyes widened at the sight of him and his bloody-red eyes. He was furious. The stronger his emotions, the brighter his eyes. Tall, dark, and handsome, her heart skipped at the sight of his fury.

"Elias," she said, his name rolling effortlessly off his tongue.

"Where were you?" he demanded.

"Dorothy placed a trance on me, I think, like the last time I walked up to her tower," she admitted.

Elias breathed deeply through his nose, clearing his thoughts. In three long strides, he was in front of her, grasping her hands.

"Stay away from my grandmother," Elias said in a softer voice. "She will hurt you."

Adeline thought back to Dorothy's words. Indeed, Dorothy wounded Adeline the same way Elias did. With words sharpened like weapons and wielded with expertise.

"She said history is repeating itself," Adeline stated. "That we're bound to have a love like my mother and father who went against fate and—"

"Her and those stupid prophecies," Elias deadpanned. "No one talks to her so she talks to some forgotten God."

Adeline's head snapped up. "She said you'd kill our children if it kills me at birth."

Elias hesitated. He admitted those thoughts have crossed his mind before. "I don't like children."

Adeline became quiet. She glanced up at him, his taut brows, his clenched jaw, and his burning eyes. She stood on her tippy toes and gingerly touched his face. Immediately, he leaned into her touch, his expression still hard and rough.

"But I'd love our children," Elias finally said. He rested his hand on top of hers and kissed her fingertips. "Especially if they're nothing like me."

"But there is so much to love about you," Adeline responded.

Elias grimly looked at her, with a pained smile. "You see the good in everything. You see the love in hatred, the light in a void, and the oasis in a desert. Your heart is too foolish for those you care for."

Adeline blinked. She didn't think that. 

"Now, come to bed and show me you love me," Elias murmured, capturing her lips. Her heart trembled, much like her hands when she cupped his face and brought his head lower. His arms slipped around her waist, then her bottom and he carried her to the bed.

"For your sake, I'll be much more gentle," Elias whispered upon her moistened mouth, pecking it softly, before kissing her nose and forehead. 

Elias laid her down, his muscles visibly taut from the tension of holding himself back.

Elias lifted her chin, capturing her lips again, his hot tongue forcing them apart. She hummed into the kiss, her fingers tentatively sliding up his arm, grabbing it. He touched her face gently, his slick tongue exploring her wet mouth, dominating all that she'd let him. He groaned.

With every movement, she became even dizzier, the air leaving her lungs. Realizing it, he began nibbling at her lips, just as she sucked in a soft gasp. Her breasts pressed into his chest, and the spot between her thighs ached.

"E-Elias," she stumbled over her words, unable to properly comprehend what was leaving her mouth. "I need it…"

Elias let out a harsh sound. With no hesitation, he unbuckled his belt, tossed it to the side, and undressed. She peered through her lashes, drinking in the sight of his toned body, rippling with powerful muscles that clenched with every movement. 

"You're drooling," Elias teased, just as her hand flew to her chin, but it was dry. She instantly glared at him, her face red.

"I wasn't—"

"What do you need?" Elias murmured, his hands under her skirt, feeling up her smooth thighs whilst settling himself in between her parted legs.

Adeline opened and closed her mouth, not knowing how to properly voice her desires. "I just need you."

"Need me to do what?" Elias asked her in a gruff voice, deciding to torture her a bit. He could feel warmth build up in between her legs, his thumb pressing upon her laced underwear, feeling a moist spot. Her face grew warmer, the sensation turning her breathing slow.

"Don't do this to me," Adeline whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing his face down. He smirked and shook his head.

"Tell me," Elias demanded. The heat of her body was driving him insane, her soft scent, trembling voice, her moistened eyes. She was clouding his judgment, but he still wanted to play with her.

"I… I just need you," Adeline admitted, just as he pulled the dress off of her, leaving her exposed in nothing but her white lace underwear. Her body hummed with warmth, and she tried to cover her breasts, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head.

"What about me?" 

"Y-your uhm…" Adeline groaned, unable to bear his teasing. His piercing eyes stared into her soul, as he slowly released her wrist. His rough hands gently trailed up her bare thighs. 

"Elias," she said, bringing his head down until his lips brushed her mouth. "I need you to fuck me." 

Elias's eyes darkened. "Gladly." He ripped apart her lace underwear, discarding the torn material to the ground. 

Elias was already hard and stiff, already throbbing for her warmth. 

"Now," Adeline urged, even though he didn't need to be told twice.

"Darling, you are going to regret your words," Elias warned. He thrusted into her, causing her to cry out, holding tightly onto him. He gripped one hip and slammed his hand beside her head. 

Elias slid in and out, each thrust deep, but careful and controlled. Her breathing became shaky and she pressed herself to him, her nails digging into his cold skin, and he grunted, rolling his hips into her repeatedly. 

"Darling, you're so beautiful," Elias murmured, her tearful eyes staring up at him. The compliment left her flustered, but pleased, her toes curling as her back lifted off the bed, attempting to meet his rhythmic pumps. 

Elias hissed, pressing her body back onto the bed, growling low in her ear, his chest rumbling. "Don't," he warned.

Elias's gaze sharpened and he moved his lips over hers, kissing her like a starved man. His mouth was greedy and rough, speaking for what his force couldn't. He thrust carefully into her, but kissed her shamelessly. She tried to unconsciously evade the pleasure, digging her feet into the bed, but he simply smiled.

"Don't try to run when you're the one who begged for this," he said.

Her thoughts were cloudy, and she could only look at him. "I didn't…"

"Oh but you did," he murmured. "You like it when I touch here, don't you?"

Adeline was initially confused until he thrusted deeper into her, hitting a spot that made her back arch off the bed.

"Oh, please, not there—"

"So it is here," Elias said in a taunting, restrained voice. He focused specifically on that spot, until she was a whimpering and moaning mess, her hands tightly grabbing the sheets, her head rolled back in ecstasy.

"S-stop, Elias I can't, it feels too good," Adeline gasped out, unable to register the things coming out of her mouth. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, her skin slick and moist.

Elias could hear her heart erratically beating, as he gritted his teeth and tried to not be so hard on her. It was so difficult to restrain himself, but she wanted it, so he forced himself to be careful.

Adeline slipped her fingers into his hair, bringing his head down. She pressed her lips to his ears, feverishly whispering his name again and again.

"Elias, Elias, please, I-I can't—"

"You look so breathtakingly beautiful like this," Elias groaned. She was going to be the death of him. The sound of his name out of her mouth, her pleas, her soft cries, he was growing near. So was she, her insides tightly clenched around his thick shaft, refusing to let him go anywhere else.

Adeline trembled, resting her head against his strong neck, her legs trembling, her breathing growing rapidly until warmth pooled and she could hear her heartbeat and feel the throbbing. She dug her nails into his back, their bodies pressed against each other with passion.

"Elias, I'm so close I—"

"Hold still, if you keep on moving like this, I'll lose it," Elias grunted, grabbing her waist. Just then, she tightened uncontrollably and she cried out his name, undeniable warmth sloshing inside of his ears.

Elias cursed under his breath and kissed the side of her head, his hips buckling as he unloaded inside of her. He let out a sigh of relief. She tightened her arms around him when he slowly eased out of her, then back inside, until she was filled by him.

"I love you," she whispered, pulling back to kiss him, her legs still shaking, as his warmth trickled out a bit. 

Elias immediately responded, kissing her harder, until she was embraced in his naked arms, where their hearts wildly beated against their chest until it finally became one. 

"And I love you most," he responded.