Page 99 of The Princess and the Demon

He leans back, his black eyes burning into mine. Black veining surrounds his eye sockets, and a frown is etched on his face.

I reach up to cup his cheek with a hand, brushing my thumb over his lips.

“You, Amon. I want you.”

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AMON

My mates words envelop me, and my whole world falls apart. The only thing that matters is her. The whole of heaven and hell could be consumed by flames, and I wouldn’t care.

My mate chose me.

The realization sends a possessiveness through me that I didn’t know I was capable of.

All I want to do is wrap her up and take her far away from all of this where I knew she’d be safe.

I work the fabric over her shoulders, letting it fall away to pool around her feet.

My heart skips a beat as I look down between us. My mate is bare to me save for her undergarment, and desire blooms within me.

I’m so hard it hurts, and every fiber of my being is begging me to rut her.

I refuse to give into my baser instincts, and instead let out a shaky sigh as I run a claw over her collar bone.

I watch, enraptured as goosebumps raise in its wake, leaning down to brush my lips over the spot.

Elora lets out a breath, her head falling back.

I flick out my tongue to taste her, groaning when the sweetness of her skin makes me harden impossibly further.

Reaching down, I grasp the backs of her thighs, lifting her up against me. The bottom of her ass bumps against my erection, and I groan again as I back her towards the bed.

Her hands tangle in my hair, and she searches for my lips again. I oblige, pulling her lower lip between my teeth as I lower her to the furs.

I catch myself on an arm above her, and my hair falls around us, acting as a dark curtain as I trail my lips from hers to her jaw, and back down her neck.

She writhes in my arms, and the scent of her desire infiltrates my senses.

My lips travel further down her body, and I cup a breast in my hand as I brush my lips over her taught nipple.

She moans, arching underneath me. Her blunt nails dig into my scalp before she reaches for my horns, grasping them tightly.

I groan as it sends electricity shooting through my body.

The air buzzes around us as I trail my lips down the flat plane of her stomach, pausing at the hem of her undergarment.

I blow against the flesh there, smirking when goosebumps break out on her peachy skin.

She squirms against me, raising her hips towards me. I reach beneath the hem of her undergarment, pulling it down.

I run my lips over every inch of exposed flesh, sighing when I bare a patch of silver curls.

I nuzzle her core with my nose, inhaling her scent deeply. She smells of ambrosia, and it makes my mouth water.

I don’t give her any time to prepare before I bury my face against her mound. When her essence hits my lips I groan, pressing my hips against the bed to relieve the tension already building at my core.

I flick my tongue out against her, placing a hand against her as she bucks off the bed. I look up over her stomach to see her watching me, swollen lips parted and eyes wide.

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