The Demon King’s Lover.

"Ulric." She moaned as he placed kisses down her neck,  his hands freed her wrist as he bends and grabbed both of her thighs.

"No! You i***t I'm heavy!" She yelped as he carried her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

His eyes behind the glasses were filled with so much love and lust. Zeyna felt nervous, even if they’ve done it 50 times, she still felt nervous, but she was happy.

Happy that someone like Ulric....came into her life. 

Happy that someone like him could ever fall in love with her. After everything she's been through in the past, he just....makes every trouble Zeyna had, disappear.

"Is that why you didn't want me to carry you?" He kissed under her jaw, she scoffs and smacked his shoulder "Well Duh! By the end of this makeout sesh, your arms wouldn't be able to lift a pen."

"Then I'd better start now." He smirked against her neck, "Ulric...you have to gah-" her head rested on his shoulders as she felt the pain on the side of her neck.

"Ugh! Quit bring me, I have enough bruises from your biting" She groaned, "Sorry." He licked her wound and placed kisses on the mark.

"You have to go to work." Zeyna didn't want this to go any further or she'll be late for work...she hasn't even showered and the man is driving her crazy.

"Soon." He grabbed a handful of her  breast and she hissed at him "Ulric Hayne Villers put me down now and get to work!" Zeyna was serious this time but he wasn't hearing any of it.

"We can't do this every morning." She whined, "I can't help it. I'm horny when I think about you." He pulled her shirt up.