Page 57 of The Princess and the Demon

I can’t take it anymore. I don’t know what comes over me, or why I choose to do it, but the sconce clatters to the stone as I reach up on tiptoe to throw my arms around his neck.

I press my inexperienced lips to his, and he startles, stiffening. I don’t release him, and it takes only a half a second for him to wrap an arm around me.

He growls against my mouth, pulling me through the doorway. I vaguely hear the bang of the door as he slams it shut, spinning me around to set me on my feet.

I shudder as his hand spans my waist, whilst the other wraps around the nape of my neck. He cradles my head before fisting his hand into my hair, pulling my head back to angle his lips over mine, deepening the kiss.

I’m overwhelmed by him, and when his tongue darts out against my lips, I open to him willingly.

His tongue finds mine, and I let out a small moan against his mouth as heat pools at my center.

He tastes of wine and spice, and I drink him in, fisting a hand into the front of his shirt. It’s open at the front, and I trail my hand down to rest against his skin.

His heat permeates my flesh, and a languid tingling begins to take hold. I can feel it everywhere he touches me.

It’s glorious.

I press myself against him, and he groans against my mouth, pulling me closer still. Our bodies meld together perfectly, and I can’t help but notice him hardening against my stomach.

It sends fresh heat directly to the apex of my thighs.

I squeeze them together, attempting to relieve the mounting pressure.

Amon breaks the kiss, trailing his lips over my jaw. I let my head fall back as he lowers his mouth to my neck.

Shivering, I grasp his upper arms as he scrapes his fangs over the sensitive flesh there.

“Elora…” He growls my name against my neck, inhaling deeply. My name is a prayer on his lips.

A chirruping startles me out of my trance, and I turn my head to see Nyx staring at us from Amon’s desk.

This must be his study.

I place a hand against Amon’s chest. He pulls back slowly, and when I meet his eyes, they are black.

The sight almost makes me pull him back to me.

I clear my throat instead, jerking my head towards the little drakeling.

He turns to look at her, then back at me. Releasing me, he turns to hold out his hand, chuckling when she spits a small flame at him. “Jealous?” he asks, his voice but a soft growl.

Nyx lets out a little growl in return.

I cross my arms over my chest, smiling.

“I swear she’d choose you every time.” I say dryly.

Amon reaches out, picking Nyx up to set her on his shoulder. She nuzzles him, and I tsk. “Sucker.” I say, both to her and myself.

“Nyx is loyal to you. She just recognizes me as her master. Just like I’m master of all creatures in this realm.” He reaches up, wrapping his large hand around her.

Setting her on my shoulder, he smirks.

“Women.” He says playfully.

I reach out and punch his arm gently, and he feigns pain.

I roll my eyes.

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