Page 56 of Of Storm and Emerald
It was as if he had hands everywhere. With one hand on her hip and his other holding her ankle on his shoulder, his shadows played over her body. Some ghosted over her in feather light touches, while others were more deliberate in their functions. Phantom hands made of sparkling shadows, like the stars from sky had been caught in their depths, tantalized her most sensitive parts. There were ribbons of smoke rubbing her clit, while another massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples.
Shadows soft as satin wrapped around her throat, allowing Daemon control the pressure without using his hands. He didn’t bind her wrists this time, making sure she was able to tap his thigh if things got too intense. She felt him everywhere, and it was too much and not enough at the same time.
The familiar heavy warmth of her growing release settled into her bones.
There was a tingle in her extremities, which could have been from her impending orgasm or lack of oxygen–possibly both. But a split second before she tapped his thigh, her orgasm ripped through her.
As her eyes rolled to the back of her head, she could have sworn she saw the goddess’ in Arcelia. But Daemon’s stream of curses, followed by her name being said like a prayer as he followed her into oblivion, brought her back to the present.
Daemon released the hold his shadows had on her as the walls of her pussy clenched and pulsed around his cock, milking every drop of his release.
When they were both spent, he withdrew and laid down next to her. Pulling her into his side, he nuzzled into her neck and placed a kiss behind her ear.
“You’re so beautiful, my star.”
Auraelia smiled to herself and sank into his embrace. “What now?”
“Now? Now, we rest. Because I am nowhere near done with you yet.” His words were a promise–one that Auraelia fully intended to make sure that he kept.
“Plus, we still have dessert to eat,” he added.
The next thing she knew, the tray of berries, chocolate, and sweetened cream from the table in her sitting area was swathed in shadows and sitting next to her head.
Auraelia chuckled, “Show off.”
She felt his chest shake as he laughed. “Rest, my star,” then after placing a chaste kiss below her ear he whispered, “you’re going to need it.”
Chapter Seventeen
Daemon
Helaidawake,staringat the deep blue canopy, feeling at home under the constellations of stars that were beaded there. Auraelia had fallen asleep in his arms, their legs tangled together, and her arm draped over his chest.
It seems we both like to sleep under the stars.
She hadn’t been out long, but he could tell that she’d already entered a deep slumber; her breath coming in deep and steady.
As the early morning sun began to peek around the edges of her dark curtains, signaling the end of their night together and the beginning of an unknown time apart, Daemon idly ran his fingers up and down her arm, his cock growing hard with the memories of last night.
The chocolate and whipped sweet cream from their dessert hadn’t been used on the fruit that accompanied them on the tray. Instead, he’d dripped and painted Auraelia’s naked body in the decadence, turning her into his own personal dessert. The salt of her skin mixed with the sweetness of the cream and the rich notes of the chocolate were a heady combination.
Not to be outdone, she returned the favor.
Coating his length in sweetened cream, she then took him deep into her mouth and sucked him clean. He’d fucked her mouth after that–just as he told her he would. Shoving his cock deep into her throat.
She took him so beautifully.
Swallowing around his cock when he hit the back of her throat.
Tears running down her face, staining her cheeks, as she struggled for air.
But every time he gave her words of praise her eyes shone with pride, and lust.
They’d violated every surface of her chambers, just like they had in his. Auraelia rode his cock in the shower after they washed off what remained of the chocolate and cream. He’d then splayed her out on the cold tiles of the bathing chamber, and devoured her pussy like it was his last meal.
When they eventually made it back into her bed chamber, he’d bent her over the foot of her bed, taking her from behind–then again against the wall.
Between her mouth and her pussy, he was certain he’d died and joined his goddess in Arcelia.
