Page 53 of Of Storm and Emerald
Pulling her hands from his hair, but keeping a grip on her wrists, he placed another kiss on her neck before turning her around so that she faced him. Placing her hands around his neck, he lifted her below her knees before crawling onto the bed and placing her on the plush spread, her hair fanning around her head like a goddess’ halo.
Daemon nuzzled into her neck, leaving a searing kiss before trailing lower and kissing his way down her chest, but never straying from the valley between her breasts. Every touch was equally wonderful and agonizing as he slowly made his way down her torso.
Placing a final kiss below her navel, he hooked his fingers into the top of her pants and–in one swift movement–pulled them down to her knees, then off completely, leaving her completely bared to him.
“Fuck, Auraelia.” His gaze was molten as he took in her naked body.
The next thing she knew, she felt phantom touches everywhere.
Strokes trailing down her neck. A whisper of something over her nipples, tightening the buds into painful peaks. Light caresses sliding up the inside of her thighs urging them apart, exposing her glistening core.
Daemon watched as she writhed under the ministrations of his shadows. Watched as they pushed her closer to the edge and then he pulled them back when she was close to tipping over, only to start the process over again when she started to come down.
It was torture.
Pure, blissful torture.
She didn’t know how much longer she could handle Daemon’s edging, and it only got worse when he began to remove his own clothing.
He began by slowly undoing the laces at his neck, and Auraelia watched as every delicious inch of golden skin and every intricate line of his tattoos was exposed.
She committed every line, both ink and muscle, to memory before letting her gaze travel to the vee of his hips where a trail of hair led down into his trousers. Down to where the hard ridge of his erection strained against the buttons that held his pants together. Her fingers itched to free the massive length behind them, to lick him from base to tip. She’d never been overly fond of taking a man into her mouth, but feeling the hold she had over him, the way he came apart at the seams for her, was a turn-on that she’d never expected.
When he released the final button, her breath hitched as his length sprang free from its confines–a bead of precum glistening on the tip. Her mouth watered at the sight, she just wanted to touch him.
Unfortunately, Daemon had other plans.
While she’d been watching him, swirling tendrils the color of smoke had encircled her wrists, keeping her from touching anything–herself included.
Even with the velvety shadows binding her wrists, he still had plenty more that continued to caress every other inch of her body.
He wasn’t even touching her, and she was going to combust.
Standing gloriously naked at the end of the bed, Daemon began stroking his cock from base to tip as his eyes burned into hers. When he placed one knee on the bed, it was as if the world had stilled around them. Starting at her ankles, he gradually swept his fingers up her legs, and she nearly came from the contact alone.
She was closing in on the precipice of it being too much. The ache from the buildup was becoming too great. She needed release and she needed it now.
Sliding his hands further up her legs, he skimmed the inside of her thighs, closing in on the place she longed for his touch before retreating down the opposite side.
Auraelia pinched her eyes closed as a desperate whimper escaped.
“Daemon, please.” She could hear the whine in her voice, but she didn’t care. She needed him. Needed to feel the weight of his body pressing onto hers as he sank into her.
When he reached the backs of her knees, his movement stopped. Curious, she cracked her eyes open to peer at him.
His eyes were glowing embers of need…and possession.
“I do love it when you beg.” His lips lifted into a smile of pure wickedness, and before she could blink, he’d yanked her to the end of the bed and dropped to his knees. Then his mouth was on her.
Long, languid strokes of his tongue up her slit had her seeing stars, but when he sank two fingers into her pussy, she saw whole constellations.
“Fuck, Princess. You taste like the sweetest wine.”
Auraelia fisted the sheets under her hands and threw her head back in ecstasy.
An incoherent stream of words along with his name fell from her lips, mixed together with moans of pleasure.
Daemon took his time working her back to the edge, alternating between sucking her clit and flicking it with his tongue. While his fingers pumped in and out of her core, curling to stroke that delicious spot that made her legs quake.
