Page 27 of Of Storm and Emerald
He kept his hands firmly on her hips, holding her steady as he drove into her over and over again. But as soon as the word left her lips, the room darkened slightly as Daemon drew the shadows to him and used them to touch every inch of her.
The feeling of invisible hands as they roamed over her skin was an intoxicating contradiction to the unyielding grip on her hips and the punishing pace that he’d set.
His shadows swirled around her arms with featherlight touches before they moved on to her breasts, tweaking the sensitive buds of her nipples. Fully distracted by the sensations from his magic and her growing climax, Auraelia barely noticed the velvety ribbons wrapping around her wrists.
“Do you have any issues with being bound, Auraelia?” His tone was serious, but there was an undercurrent of mischievousness.
“No, wh–?” Before she could finish, her arms were pulled out from under her, and she fell face first into the bed.
Turning her face to the side, she sputtered to get the hair off her lips. “What the fuck, Daemon?!”
She tried pulling her wrists free, but the shadows only tightened and pulled her arms further out in front of her before looping through the bars of the iron headboard.
Slowing his pace, Daemon bent over her body and kissed his way up her spine. He swept the few loose hairs from her cheek, “You wanted me to fuck you, so that’s what I’m doing. Say the word and I’ll unbind you, but I don’t think you want that.”
He sat back and drove into her hard and slow while his hand skimmed around her hip to the junction at the center of her thighs, sending a flood of arousal to her core. The torturous circles on her clit and the hard thrusts of his hips, forced whimpers from her lips.
Auraelia felt her climax building like a crescendo, and as it edged closer, she turned her face into the mattress to try and stifle the sound of her moans.
But Daemon wasn’t having any of that.
He slid his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled just hard enough to lift her head from the mattress.
“Those sounds belong to me, Auraelia. I want to hear you.” The gravelly tone of his voice combined with the possessive nature of his words were like a lightning bolt through her, pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion. With a few more swirls of her clit, stars swam through her vision and a loud moan escaped her lips as her climax barreled through her like thunder rolling across the sky.
Chapter Ten
Daemon
Thefeelingofhercoming undone had him quickening his pace. The walls of her pussy clenched around him as she rode out her orgasm, coaxing him to follow her into oblivion.
Daemon never stopped circling her clit, trying to draw out her climax as he dove headfirst into his own. He pulled out of Auraelia, and a deep moan passed his lips as his cum painted her backside. Though he was spent, he made sure that the shadows that bound her fell away.
Collapsing beside her on the bed, he pulled her hands to him and gently massaged life back into her limbs. She watched him through half lidded eyes as he worked delicate circles over her wrists and hands. When he finished, he stroked her cheek, “I’d like to draw you a bath, if you’d let me.”
Shock and confusion flashed in her eyes, but only briefly.
Has no one taken care of her after sex?
Daemon swept hair from her face, “Are you sore at all?”
Auraelia shifted a little and flexed her wrists, likely to test the tenderness there.
“Maybe a little, but it’s not so bad.”
Sensing her hesitation, Daemon grinned. “I need to clean up the mess I’ve made, and it will give us a chance to talk a bit. Plus, it will help with any soreness.”
He placed a chaste kiss on her temple before he slipped from the bed and padded to the bathroom. As he walked across the room, he could feel her eyes on his ass. Calling on his shadows, he used them to smack hers and delighted in the yelp that echoed into the bathing chamber from the bedroom.
Once again thankful for hot, running water, he proceeded to draw Auraelia a bath. The tub was big enough for two people, but he had no plans of joining her unless she asked. While it filled, he rifled through the assortment of salts and oils meant for scenting the water and aided in healing and relaxation.
“What are you doing?” The sound of her voice nearly caused him to fall onto his ass from where he squatted next to the tub. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said with a giggle.
“I was looking for an oil to add to your bath. But it seems I only have cedar, and possibly–” he sniffed one of the jars, “Vanilla?” There was a questioning lilt to his words.
He heard her cross the room, and when she stopped right in front of him, she ran her fingers through his hair–the simple touch bringing a level of intimacy as he kneeled before her. With every breath he took, his lungs filled with the scent of her. The soft notes of lavender that would forever be associated with Auraelia, and a heady combination of her sweet arousal and the salt on her skin.
Gripping his hair lightly, she pushed his head back so that he was gazing up at her. “Cedar and vanilla sounds lovely.”
