Page 125 of Of Storm and Emerald
The moment her eyes would roll to the back of her head, her legs would shake, and her back would bow off of the bed with the force of her release.
And that was what he was after now.
Summoning his shadows, he let the velvety tendrils trail featherlight caresses across her sensitive skin as he slid one hand up her stomach to cup her breast. Pulling the delicate tip of her nipple between two fingers, he pinched and tugged on the peak.
Her breath began to quicken, and a sheen of sweat began to form, making her skin glisten in the low light of the room.
Daemon concentrated his efforts, plunging his fingers in and out of her core as his mouth devoured her pussy. And as he pinched her nipple in sync with a sharp suck on her clit, she fractured around him.
He drank every drop of her release as he coaxed her down from her high.
Only when her body finally relaxed, did he finally stand.
She curled her legs up and rolled onto her side. Taking him in with her half-lidded eyes. When she reached for the waistband of his pants, Daemon stepped away, and her lips pulled down into a frown.
“Rest, Princess.”
“But what about you?” Her voice was low and sultry as her eyes trailed down his chest to the thick bulge in his pants, and the sound made him ache.
“Auraelia, you’re sore and tired. I’m fine. Tonight was about you, my star. Though I’m quite content with how my night played out.” He waggled his brows, and she laughed.
“I mean it, Auraelia. You need your rest.”
She nodded, but then scrunched up her face when she went to pull the covers over her naked body.
Daemon’s brows furrowed in confusion when she pushed the sheets away and moved to stand. “What are you doing?”
“They’re wet. I’m not sleeping in a wet bed.”
Realization dawned, and he began rifling through her wardrobes and trunks for alternate bedding.
Her chuckle pulled him from his task, and he turned toward her. “What’s so funny?”
She shook her head, and despite her apparent exhaustion, a warm breeze circulated through the room. Daemon watched in awe as the coverlet was lifted from the bed and began to tumble in a large ball of hot air. His mouth hung slightly agape as his gaze flicked from her to the sheets suspended in midair.
Slowly, the linen floated back down onto the bed as if it hadn’t been disturbed, and she winked.
Daemon walked over to the bed and felt for any residual wetness–there was none.
“How in the–what did you–” His mind was reeling. He’d seen all kinds of magic, seen her use her magic on many occasions, but this was new.
Auraelia laughed, “You’re not the only one with a neat party trick now.”
Daemon shook his head and swept her into his arms and kissed her hard. Her body immediately melted against his, and the moan that sounded deep in her throat was a straight shot to his cock.
Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and walked her over to the bed. It was still warm when he pulled the sheets back and tucked her beneath them.
When he went to stand, she grabbed his hand in a vice-like grip.
“Will you stay?” The gaze that stared back as his was one of longing and hope, but also sadness.
He smiled, and gently squeezed her hand. “There’s nowhere else that I’d rather be.” He bent down and placed a chaste kiss to her temple before standing once more. “I just need to take a cold shower before I climb into this bed with you still gloriously naked, or I won’t be able to keep my hands–or my dick–to myself.”
Auraelia’s laugh was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. And evidently, when she was exhausted, she was more prone to hysterics which resulted in tiny snorts intermixed with her laughter.
When the first one slipped, she stopped immediately and pulled the covers over her face.
That won’t do.
