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His movements stilled, giving her a brief reprieve so that she could try to form a coherent sentence.

“I don’t know, Daemon, it’s hard to think straight with your dick in me.”

His chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. It was deep and promised all manners of debauchery.

“I’m not going to jump straight to fucking your ass, Princess.” He began moving again, but it was torturously slow, and she whined in protest. “You need a lot of preparation first. We need the right oils and need to slowly stretch that tight little hole before I can even think about getting my cock anywhere near it.”

Auraelia grew impatient as he spoke. She needed friction. She needed it rougher, dirtier– and his slow and tender movements weren’t cutting it. She clenched the muscles in her core, tightening them around his cock. The move made him groan and tighten his grip on her hair.

“Behave.” The way he ground out the word sent a flood of heat to her center, so she did it again. Eliciting another deep growl from within his throat and earning another slap to her ass.

“Shit.” The pain from multiple strikes to her cheeks was starting to linger, despite him rubbing the tender flesh after each one.

“As I wassaying, there’s a lot to be done before your ass is ready for me. But since you’re unsure, maybe we could try just a finger, see how you like it.”

She wasn’t overly fond of the idea, but she also didn’t hate it. It also helped that she knew if it turned out to be something she was completely opposed to, he would never broach the subject again.

“Fine, Daemon. You can finger-fuck my ass, as long as youdick-fuck my pussy.”

“Deal.”

She could hear his satisfaction dripping in his tone. But true to his word, Daemon drove into her–hard.

His pace was punishing.

The grip on her hair, unrelenting.

And the sound of their slick bodies coming together, mixed with moans of pleasure and strings of curses, was a symphony that she would never tire of.

After circling her clit a few times, Daemon’s fingers returned to the tight ring of her ass. Spreading her arousal around before pressing against it until finally the tip of his smallest finger slipped inside.

The pressure was strange, but as her muscles relaxed against the intrusion, it added an unexpected layer of pleasure.

His finger slowly slipped further in, letting her adjust as he went. When she was fully relaxed against that single digit, only then did he begin to work it in and out. The slight friction ricocheted through her body and settled in her core.

She moaned and pushed her hips back against him, meeting his cock thrust for thrust as his finger fucked her ass.

“That’s it, Auraelia.Fuck, look at you. So, fucking beautiful.”

Her orgasm built slowly.

Heat radiated out from her center, filling her body as a blissful buzz settled into her fingers and toes.

Daemon released his grip on her hair and slid his hand down her body– tracing every vertebrae in her spine before slipping it around to circle her clit.

Between the punishing pace in her pussy, the finger in her ass, and his fingers circling her clit, it was too much, and her orgasm came crashing down. Daemon’s name was a hoarse cry from her throat as her pleasure ripped through her like waves crashing against the shore in a storm.

Daemon gently removed his finger from her ass and gripped her hip. Pulling her to him as he thrusted into her, building to his own release. With the walls of her pussy spasming around his cock, he wasn’t too far behind her.

His fingers moved fervently against her, urging her back over the edge that she had just climbed down from. But with one final thrust, and a pinch to her clit, he sent her flying back into oblivion as she came again right along with him.

He withdrew carefully, then collapsed on the bed next to her and trailed kisses up her arm. They lay there in silence, Daemon tracing circles on her back, as their breathing returned to normal, and their heart rates slowed.

Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’ll be right back.”

Before she could protest, or ask where he was going, Daemon disappeared.

Naked.