Page 124 of Of Storm and Emerald
Auraelia was in his arms once more, and that was all that mattered.
He carried her into her room, their lips never parting even as water dripped along the floor. His hands slid along her slick body, as he reacquainted himself with every dip, curve, and dimple. When he gripped her ass, a moan slipped past her lips and onto his, but he felt her body tense beneath his hold.
Gingerly, he laid her out on her bed, her wet body darkening the already deep blue coverlet. “Is everything ok?” His face tightened with concern as he scanned every inch of her body for an entirely different reason.
Her flush deepened, but when she winced in pain as she pushed up onto her elbows, worry and anger melted into one. “Auraelia–” Her name sounded like a growl even to his own ears.
“I’m fine, Daemon.” She sat up quickly and grabbed his hand in reassurance, but her face contorted with pain as she moved.
“You’re in pain.”
“I am. But it’s because Ser Aeron and Lady Aesira decided that Piper and I needed to train until we could barely walk today. Nothing else.” A small chuckle left her lips, and his body relaxed.
“Now, come here.” She tugged on his hand in an attempt to pull him onto her, but he slipped his hand from hers, a sly smile tugging at his lips.
Her brows furrowed, but he cut her off before she could protest.
“My star.” He drew out his name for her, then tugged his–now wet–shirt over his head.
He watched as she drank in the sight of his bare chest, before traveling down to the prominent ridge in his pants and back up again. He’d never get tired of watching her eyes dilate with desire whenever she saw him, or how she mindlessly pulled her lower lip between her teeth.
He noticed the subtle shift of her legs as they pressed together in a feeble attempt to relieve the pressure building there, and it only made his smirk widen. “As much as I love adding pain to your pleasure, this is not the way to do it.”
Her eyes snapped to his, “I told you–”
“Yes, I know you said that you’re fine. But let metake careof you.”
It took less than a heartbeat for his words to hit their mark, and he delighted in the way her face shifted from confusion to excitement and desire.
“Lie back, Auraelia.”
She did as she was told, and as he kneeled at the edge of her bed, he slid his hands up her legs to her knees and pushed them apart. Her skin pebbled beneath his touch, and her nipples hardened into stiff peaks.
Wrapping his hands behind her knees, he gently pulled her to the edge.
Her sex glistened with evidence of her arousal, and the sight made his cock throb.
He draped her legs over his shoulders and moved in.
When his breath ghosted across her wet center, her hands tightened into fists as she gripped the coverlet in anticipation, and a whimper escaped through her barely parted lips.
One lick up her slit had him moaning against her. She tasted like sunshine and chocolate, and everything good in the world. He could drown in her essence and die a happy man.
Dropping all pretense of teasing her until she begged for release, he doubled his efforts, alternating between long languid strokes up her center, with nibbles on her clit.
He switched fucking her with his tongue, for slipping his fingers deep within her core. Curling them to stroke the spot inside of her that made her writhe.
He loved watching her come apart for him, and this time was no different.
Even as his dick grew painfully erect, he kept his focus on her pleasure. He glanced above the soft mound of curls, and watched her body for every sign that her orgasm was near.
He knew the obvious signs, the walls of her pussy fluttering around him until they clamped down in a vice-like grip would have been a dead giveaway, if he didn’t know it could be faked. But he knew Auraelia’s body almost as well as he knew his own.
He watched for the thin sheen of sweat that would cover her skin.
Listened for the sound of her breath quickening as it intermingled with moans of pleasure.
But the moment her body locked, and her breath caught in her throat… that was the moment that he lived for.
