Page 69 of The Princess and the Demon

I open my eyes to look at Amon, and my heart skips a beat as I see that he is staring at me. His eyes are black as night, his lips parted, and he is devouring me with his gaze.

I blush, dipping my head in shame.

He reaches up, running his thumb over my lips as I pull my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Don’t hide from me, my dove.”

His voice is husky, and he leans down, brushing his lips against mine again.

My heart hammers behind my ribcage, and I clench my fist against his chest.

“Elora...” He whispers against my mouth, and I cave. I run my hand up his arm to pull him closer to me. He obliges, angling his mouth over mine to deepen the kiss.

I open to him willingly, moaning against his mouth as he invades mine with his tongue. I mimic his movements, and the sensation sends fresh heat pooling at my center.

I arch against him as he runs a hand down my front, pausing to cup a breast gently. I let out a breath as the pad of his thumb finds my nipple again, brushing over the taught nub.

My body comes to life beneath his touch.

“Amon…” I breathe as he runs small circles over my nipple. I arch into his touch, willing him to continue.

He does, placing a clawed finger under the shoulder of my nightgown. His lips move to my jaw as he makes his way to plant hot kisses against the flesh of my shoulder.

He pulls the fabric down further, running his lips over every inch of exposed flesh. I hold him to me, my fingers digging into his upper arms.

Amon pulls the neckline of my gown down further, releasing a breast. Blushing, I watch as he dips his head, planting a whispering kiss against the swell of it.

I reach up to thread fingers into his hair, and he lets out a groan before pulling my nipple into his mouth.

I gasp, arching off the bed and into his touch.

The sensation sends a wave of moisture pooling at my thighs, and I toss my head back, closing my eyes as stars dot my vision.

My breath comes in ragged pants, my mind fuzzy with the sensations he’s causing.

His tongue flicks out against my flesh, and I moan.

I want more, and I try to let him know with my body as I arch into his touch again. My core throbs in time with his tongue strokes, and I shift on the bed, clenching my thighs together. Goosebumps pebble my skin when I feel Amon’s claws at the hem of my nightgown.

I don’t stop him, and when he slips a claw beneath it to trail up my thigh, I arch against his hand subtly.

I need him to touch me.

Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I reach up to grasp one of his horns as takes my nipple back into his mouth.

He growls, his claw brushing against my flesh as he reaches the apex of my thighs. I stiffen, fear lancing through me briefly, but when his finger dips beneath the hem of my undergarment to brush the sensitive flesh there, I shiver.

Amon releases my nipple with a pop, rearing back to look down at me as he runs his fingers over the moisture at the juncture of my thighs.

My mouth falls open on a silent plea as pleasure courses through me, and I arch against his hand, begging him to continue.

He runs his fingers up and down my slick folds, and when he finds my tender nub, I gasp. He growls in return, lowering himself to take my nipple back into his mouth.

His fingers match the rhythm of his mouth as he runs languid circles over my center. I tremble beneath him, letting out a breathy moan as the pressure starts to build.

I can’t help but move against his hand, and he groans his appreciation, releasing my nipple to run his lips up my sensitive flesh. When his fangs scrape the spot between my shoulder and neck, I shudder beneath him.

“Please…” I breathe, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

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