Page 24 of Of Storm and Emerald
Fuck. Yes, ma’am.
Though he typically liked to be the one in control in the bedroom, he was more than happy to oblige her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he watched as she backed out of reach.
Her eyes burned with desire and mischief, just like they had in the garden the night before. But tonight, they were also glowing, the telltale signs of her magic shining through the slate-blue coloring of her irises in streaks of peridot.
He watched as she slowly trailed her hands up her body, caressing each of her curves as she made her way up to the chains that draped across her chest and back. As each one was unclasped, his heart picked up pace. When the final one was undone, she shrugged the plates from her shoulders and let the cape fall to the floor. Locking eyes with him, she slowly stepped forward.
“Care to lend me a hand?”
He widened the space between his knees to give her room to step into and his throat tightened as he drank in the sight of her. When she gave him her back, he ran his hands up her sides from her thighs to her waist before he slowly brought them to the middle where she was laced into the dress.
Daemon took his time working the laces, relishing her close proximity and the softness of her skin as his knuckles brushed along her back. When he finished, she clutched the front of her gown, and once again stepped just out of his reach.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
When she turned around to face him again, her eyes locked with his and she let her dress fall to the floor.
Eyes wide and mouth gaping, he took in the glorious woman before him.
She looked like a goddess. Her arms were toned and tan, her breasts were full with toffee-colored nipples, and her hourglass figure dipped perfectly into her waist accentuating her rounded hips. Her strength was evident, but she still had a softness to her curves and features.
Her long legs were encased in sheer stockings that ended at her thigh and held in place by a simple emerald-green ribbon that matched the heels she still wore.
And she wasbare.
With no panties in sight, he had nothing blocking his view of the small patch of curls between her legs. His cock throbbed at the thought of being buried between them.
“Auraelia,” he growled from where he was seated on the bed, “If you don’t–”
“If I don't, what?” she asked, tilting her head slightly and placing a hand on her hip.
Her body language radiated defiance, but her eyes gave her away as need swirled in their depths.
Without moving from his spot on the bed, he summoned the shadows from around the room. She didn’t even have a chance to react before he’d shadow-walked her across the room and unceremoniously dropped her onto the bed.
She landed on her back with a squeak and glowered in his direction.
Daemon stood and leaned over to place his hands on either side of where she lay. Caging her beneath him, he gave her a wicked grin. “As I was saying,'' he let his eyes rove over her body before he locked his gaze with hers, “If you don’t get over here, I’m going tobringyou to me.”
He trailed a single finger down the side of her face to her neck, and then down her body, lingering in the valley between her breasts.
Her skin was soft and smooth, and the featherlight touches made the fine hairs on her body stand on end.
“Daemon,” Auraelia half growled, half pleaded, as she drew out his name.
The desperation in her voice had him suppressing a groan. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her, but the need to take his time and savor this moment won out.
Leaning forward, he ran his nose up the side of her neck, stopping right below her ear to place a chaste kiss. “Patience, my star. We have all night.”
When she moved to wrap her arms around his waist, he pulled away and stood, backing away from the bed just as she had.
Auraelia scoffed and leaned up on her elbows, throwing him a look that said if he didn’t hurry up, she would take care of things on her own. As much as he wouldloveto watch as she brought herself pleasure, that wasn’t on the agenda tonight.
He pushed his coat off of his shoulders and laid it neatly on a nearby chair. His sword and belt were next, and his boots followed shortly thereafter. When he reached up to remove his crown, Auraelia stopped him.
“Leave it.”
It was then that he realized she still wore her circlet and looked every bit like a queen while spread out on his bed.
