FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING

The demons did not hesitate to take huge gulps of their wines. She looked down at the wine, and lifted her goblet, sipping the liquid cautiously. It was sweet, with a slight burn and tang as it flowed down her throat. It also caused some sort of warmth to spread through her chest, a feeling similar to how sunlight felt when it burned.

She caught Varziel watching her, his eyes gleaming, "First drink of the demon realm, my angel," he remarked, "not bad I hope?"

She smirked, "I have had worse." King Varziel could hear the mischief in her voice, and he laughed. A deep resonant sound that drew the attention of those nearby. Arella felt like she was being pulled towards him.

She took her attention back to her wine, refusing to acknowledge the feeling that was bubbling inside her chest. To touch his cheek, and run a hand through his hair.

The celebrations continued, the demons obviously oblivious to the feelings Arella was having. She had only gotten halfway through her goblet when King Varziel stood. He stopped in front of her throne and extended his hand to her. "Dance with me."

Arella blinked, caught off guard by his offer, "I'm sorry. What? Dance? Here?" She raised a brow. It was not that Arella had not been taught how to dance; it was just that the dancing of the angel realm was vastly different from the one in the demon realm. Here, the female demons were seductive, and their dancing reflected that. In the angel realm, all angels were modest, and as such, their dancing reflected that.

"Yes. Here." His tone was firm.

Her hesitation was momentary as she looked into the eyes of the demon king. She had had a hard time simply holding onto his hand. Now, if they were to dance, they would be in closer proximity. Arella was not sure she would be able to stop herself from jumping him while they were dancing together.

Nevertheless, she knew she had to carry herself like the queen she now was. She slipped her hand into his, allowing him to guide her to the center of the courtyard, where the dances were taking place. The crowd of demons parted, creating a wide space for them.

The music softened, shifting to something slower and more intimate. Arella was immensely thankful for the change. She doubted she would be able to dance the faster songs that were being played without the huge skirt of her dress being a hinderance.

King Varziel placed a gentle hand on her waist, and settled his other hand in her hand. Arella reflexively placed her free hand on his shoulder, her wings tucked tightly behind her back. It was only after they had started moving that Arella recognized the dance as one she had learned while in the angel realm.

It was one of those dances she had learned from before she even grew to her adult form. She could still remember it clearly, as they had been in the human realm at that time. She had been accompanying her mother, who wanted her to experience more of the human realm, and had learned it as her very first dance.

As they moved, it was as if the rest of the world melted away. Arella's entire body felt like there were little flames dancing upon her skin at any point that King Varziel touched. The sway of their steps was effortless, almost as if the demon king had danced this dance many times. Arella found herself looking up at his face, studying it.

His lips looked so delectable.

His eyes were so red.

His jaw was so sharp.

His lips were so pink.

Arella realized her thoughts were floating elsewhere when his lips quirked slightly when he caught her staring.

"You're a great dancer." He murmured, his breath hitting her cheek with the way they were so close together.

"Angels are known for their grace after all." The corner of her mouth lifted in a cocky smirk. It was at this point that he spun her around. Arella's steps were light as she fell back into his hands and she was bent down in a dramatic dip. The dance was over. He slowly helped her up and they were chest to chest, their breaths mingling. Arella was sure he would kiss her.

She was also sure she would kiss him back.

However, he did not.

"Your grace will need to carry you to my chambers before I do it myself then." He let her go, and bowed.

She gave him a curtsy, a thank you for the dance.

The demons cheered again, congratulating them on their first dance.

Arella could barely hear them, as the blood rushed to her head. In the anger she had been feeling, and the rushed wedding, she had almost completely forgotten about the existence of the wedding night. She had thought about it in passing, but had forgotten all about it again. It was obviously the most important part of being a wedded couple. Also, she had obviously been thinking about jumping him while on the dance floor.

Still, she could not actually believe that they were going to go ahead with the wedding night.

King Varziel took her hand, and led her back up to their throne. "You did well, my queen," he said as he let her take her seat on the throne. "Velmoria will assist you get ready for the night. Your hound will be given a separate room. It is tradition in the demon realm for the bride to leave the festivities first. I will join you after I speak to my generals." He pointed to the demons who had attended the wedding with his thumb. Arella gave him a nod, his words still having an effect over her.

"Then, I will see you in a few minutes?" He lowered his head, and kissed her cheek.

Arella felt as if there was a little hot flame hovering above her cheek at the contact. She pressed her palm to her cheek where his lips had rested. "Yes." She affirmed.

Varziel gave her that gorgeous dimpled smile, before he walked away. Allera turned to Velmoria, who was looking at her with a cheeky grin. If they had been close, Arella would have smacked her shoulder and told her to stop teasing her.

However, they were not.

"Lead the way,"

Velmoria curtsied slightly, "Yes, my queen."