Page 30 of Of Storm and Emerald
But her pace never slacked, and her wicked grin only widened.
“Alright then.” Daemon met her smile with one of his own, and reached his hand between them again, circling her clit. “You want me to fill this pussy? Then fucking milk me dry, Princess.”
With Auraelia still coming down from the previous orgasm, it didn’t take much to send her tipping over the edge again. With one more thrust, he followed her into oblivion as her walls clenched around him and held his cock deep within her core.
Auraelia slumped against his chest as she came down from yet another climax.
He felt her smile against his chest, and then chuckled, “What are you grinning at?”
“That was probably the most relaxing bath I’ve ever taken,” she replied, the sarcastic tone in her voice making them both laugh. Daemon pulled out with a groan and grabbed a cloth to cleanse between her legs. When she relaxed back into his hold, they fell into a sated silence.
The bathing chamber was quiet, the only sound coming from water dripping off of the lip of the tub and into the puddle that had formed on the floor. Daemon absentmindedly traced the line of Auraelia’s spine as she laid on his chest, the now cool water causing her skin to pebble.
“We should probably get out, my star.”
Auraelia groaned at his suggestion, and begrudgingly sat up. “You’re probably right. My fingers have turned into prunes.” Her nose scrunched up as she looked down at her fingers, and he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped.
Daemon rose first, wrapping a towel around his waist before wrapping Auraelia in another and lifting her from the water. A flush stained her cheeks and traveled down her chest as he set her gingerly on the floor. “Thank you.”
He smiled and tucked a few damp strands of hair that were stuck to her face behind her ear.
“It was my pleasure.” He pulled her flush against his chest, forcing her to crane her neck to look into his eyes. He gave her a Cheshire smile, “And it will continue to be my pleasure until you’re begging me for mercy.”
Then he leaned down, and pressed his mouth to hers in a bruising and all-consuming kiss.
Chapter Eleven
Auraelia
Staringupatthecanopy that hung above the bed, Auraelia let her mind wander back to her night with Daemon.
After their bath, he’d carried her to the plush rug in front of the blazing fire in his chambers where he ravished her again and used his shadows to bind and blindfold her, heightening her senses. Then again on the bed, where he’d folded her body like a piece of parchment. Then on the chair, where she sucked him down until the salty streams of his release slid down her throat, and where he then bent her over the arm, driving into her until they both came in a slur of moans and curses. Against the wall, where the cold stone added a delicious contrast to the heat radiating off him while the rough texture of the wall dug into the soft skin of her back, the pain adding another level to her pleasure. Then pressed to the window in the common area after they’d drifted into the room in search of food and drink.
They’d spent the night bringing each other pleasure in every way possible.
When they were completely spent, Daemon shadow walked them to the bathing chamber again where they showered, taking turns washing each other and relishing the other's touch. When they finished, he wrapped her in his dressing gown and carried her to his bed.
They laid there in a comfortable silence, their limbs tangled together as she traced patterns on his chest until the sun began to rise over the mountains.
“The sun’s rising, my star,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, “And as much as I want to keep you wrapped in my arms and in my bed, it probably isn’t the smartest idea.”
Auraelia chuckled, “You’re probably right. Plus, if Piper doesn’t beat them to my chambers, my lady’s maids would be inclined to call in the queen’s guard if I’m not present.”
After a beat of silence, she pushed onto her elbow. “The question is, how am I to get back to my chambers undetected? I sure as hell can’t traipse around the castle in your robe, let alone my gown from last night.”
“Let me worry about that.” He grinned and his eyes twinkled with mischief as he pressed his lips to hers before sliding off the bed and to his feet.
She watched as he strode around the room, his ass flexing with every step, as he gathered her belongings. They were mostly in a neat pile where she left them, but her circlet had been removed at some point and she wasn’t sure where it ended up.
Once they were both dressed, Daemon pulled her to him. Her back firmly pressed against his chest as his arms encircled her waist. Her eyes fluttered closed as he peppered kisses along the column of her neck.
“Keep your eyes closed and think of your chambers. Of your bed. Hold that image in your mind's eye and don’t let it go.”
Auraelia squirmed in his embrace, “It’s really hard to concentrate on that when your cock is pressed against my ass.”
He chuckled, but his voice was low and gravelly, “You keep squirming like that, and I won’t let you leave this room. Queen’s guard be damned.”
Auraelia smirked and pushed her hips back into his. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
