Page 48 of Of Storm and Emerald
She combusted, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Withdrawing his finger, he lapped up her release like it was the finest wine the world had to offer. He could have died right then, with her taste on his tongue and his name on her lips and he would have died a happy man.
Once her breathing slowed, he stood and wrapped an arm around her waist. Leaning forward to kiss her shoulder, he pressed the evidence of his arousal into the soft flesh of her ass.
Auraelia moaned and pushed her hips back into his.
“You doing ok, Princess?” he asked, sweeping loose strands of hair away from Auraelia’s face.
She hummed in response before nodding and mumbling, “Yes.”
“Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.” Punctuating his statement with a firm press of his hips before straightening and reaching down to unlace his trousers–pushing them down far enough to release his length.
Daemon slid his hand through the arousal that still dripped from Auraelia’s pussy. She hissed through her teeth at the feel of his fingers trailing over the sensitive flesh, and he circled her clit until she relaxed under his touch. Sliding his cock through her slit, he spread her arousal along his length before aligning the head of his cock at her entrance.
Ever so slowly, he worked his way into her. Her body stretched to accommodate his size while her walls clenched around him from being stimulated so soon after orgasm.
When he was fully seated inside her, Daemon ran his hand up her back and pulled her braid from where it was draped over her shoulder. He wrapped the plaited tresses around his hand and pulled gently, tilting her head back and causing her back to arch.
“Keep your hands on that wall, Auraelia.”
Her murmured, “Ok,” was all he needed to start moving.
He withdrew slowly before slamming back into her slick entrance. Auraelia stumbled forward a step, before she braced herself for whatever he had in store.
“That’s it, Princess,” he praised as he thrusted into her again and again.
Keeping one hand wrapped with her braid, he slid the other one from her hip around to the front and up to her breasts. Palming a heavy globe in his hand, he pinched its small bud into a peak.
Every moan and explicit word that fell from Auraelia’s mouth fed his need for her.
Abandoning the hold Daemon had on her hair, he moved to wrap his hand around her throat. Tight enough to restrict blood flow, but not enough to cut it off. “Let go of the wall, Auraelia. I want you to play with your clit. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
Auraelia didn’t hesitate. She dropped her hands from the wall, one going to her clit while the other reached back to pull Daemon’s head forward so that she could devour his mouth.
He went willingly, capturing her lips with his, consuming every part of her that she would give him.
As she feverishly strummed her clit, Daemon drove into her in the same manner.
When he could feel his climax build to the tipping point, his grip on Auraelia’s throat tightened, further restricting her blood supply. Her movements faltered a moment, but then she picked up her pace and crashed over the edge into oblivion, pulling him with her.
Daemon erupted with a roar, as her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock dry. A strangled scream slipped past her lips as he held a firm grip on her throat.
Lightning crackled across the sky, startling them both, and Daemon eased his hold on her neck. “What was that?” he asked between pants as he smoothed hair back from her face, and slowly withdrew, righting himself and pulling his trousers back up into place.
“You didn’t do that?” Auraelia asked, her voice trembled, but he was unsure if it was from their coupling or from the lightning.
“No, my star. I can only manipulate the shadows and project images from my mind. I can’tcreatelightning.” He stooped down to pull up her pants while she tucked her breasts back behind the confines of her corset. When she had righted her clothing, Daemon gingerly turned her around to face him.
Pressing a finger below her chin, he tilted her head up so that he could look into her eyes. Eyes that were usually the color of blue calcite, were now the color of emeralds with bright streaks of peridot lightning streaming through her irises.
“I think there is more to your magic than you know, my star.” When Auraelia wrinkled her nose, Daemon bent to press a chaste kiss to its tip. “I, for one, can’t wait to see what all you’re capable of.”
Auraelia took a moment to absorb his words. “You think I caused the lightning?” she asked, disbelief evident in her voice.
Daemon shrugged, “Could be, but only time will tell.”
Nervous energy radiated off of her in waves.
