Page 25 of Of Storm and Emerald
“As you wish, Princess,” he replied with a reverent nod.
He raked his eyes down her body as he unfastened the closures on his vest and shirt. Her back was arched, which pushed her breasts higher into the air, and the sight sent shock waves through his body. His cock, which was already straining against the laces of his trousers, grew harder the longer his gaze lingered.
The light from the fire across the room licked across her skin, setting her aglow in washes of gold and orange, making her look like the star that he claimed her to be. And even in the low light of the room, her arousal was evident–the curls at the apex of her thighs glistening.
Daemon pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Auraelia’s eyes widened as they raked down every inch of his exposed skin, and she sank her teeth into her plump bottom lip. The heat of her stare set him ablaze, and it took more restraint than he thought he had not to take her right then.
Prowling toward her, he unlaced his trousers as he went, letting them hang precariously low on his hips. Stopping in front of her, he nudged her knees open with his own, fully exposing her sex to him.
A warm breeze swept through the room, caressing his skin like a lover's touch, and tousling his hair.
Fuck, this is going to be fun.
Auraelia
She wasn’t sure where to look when Daemon stalked toward her like a predator. He was divine. All sculpted muscles, with a spattering of hair across his chest and a trail from his navel that pointed like an arrow down that deliciousVat his hips before it dipped into his trousers. While all of that was something that she’d expected, what she hadn’t prepared for were the tattoos.
Across his chest were a myriad of nautical markings. On one side, there was a siren with octopus tentacles and strings of pearls woven into her hair, and a veil of netting that cut right below eyes that were left blank, as if she were all-seeing.
Opposite the woman, was a ship and compass overlaying the meridian lines that would be found on a map. There was an octopus on the corresponding shoulder that intertwined its arms around the compass and ship, giving the feel that it was being held there, and his arms were covered with an array of oceanic scenes that traveled down to his wrists.
Daemon nudged her legs wider with his knees, and every nerve ending in her body stood at attention. With her emotions running high, she unintentionally sent a breeze through the room, resulting in a roguish grin spreading across his face.Goddess, help me.
He slowly leaned over her, causing her to lay back against the bed. Resting his hands on either side of her head, he used his leg to add pressure against her pussy, sending a tremor through her body and eliciting a gasp from her lips.
After a minute that seemed to last forever, she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Daemon…”she whined as she wriggled against his leather clad thigh, seeking out any form of friction that she could.
He lifted a hand from the bed and caressed her cheek, while dragging his thumb over her bottom lip. Gently pulling her mouth open, he pushed the end of his thumb through her parted lips, simultaneously using his thigh to add pressure right where she needed it. When he slipped his thumb further into her mouth, she closed her lips around it and sucked hard and was instantly rewarded with his sharp inhale.
Daemon slowly removed his thumb from her mouth and trailed his hand down her quivering body, his eyes boring into her own.
“I’m going to worship you. Map out every inch of your body. Every hill and valley. Every dip and every rise…” he whispered the words like one would whisper a prayer, and each word was met with a corresponding movement of his hands on her skin. He massaged each breast in equal measure. Pinched and pulled each of her nipples, the mixture of pleasure and pain sent waves of desire to pool between her legs. The featherlight touches from the tips of his fingers across her stomach and hips made her skin pebble.
She was already a quivering mess by the time Daemon reached his destination and slid his fingers through the slick curls at the apex of her thighs. Every promise of pleasure that fell from his lips was accented with a swirl on her clit or a tease of pressure at her entrance.
“I’m going to memorize what it takes to make you gasp.”Swirl.“What makes you moan.”Pressure.“What it takes to make you scream.”Swirl.“I’m going to claim every inch of your body until we don’t know where either of us ends, and the other begins.” Driving his point home, Daemon thrusted a finger inside of her, and she threw her head back and moaned.
He slowly worked his finger in and out and used the heel of his hand to add pressure and friction to her clit. Bending down, he took her nipple into his mouth before letting it go with apop,and trailing kisses up to her ear.
“Then perhaps, my star, we will do it all over again.” His mouth was on hers as soon as the last word passed his lips, collecting her moans with his kisses as his hand picked up speed.
Auraelia reached for his trousers that still hung low on his hips in an attempt to push them down, but from her angle, she was barely able to get them down a measly inch.
Pulling her mouth from his, she let out a disgruntled moan, “Daemon, take off your fucking pants.”
Daemon, who was still knuckles deep in her pussy, gave her an innocent smile, “But, my star, I would have to stopthisto do that.” As if to prove his point, he shoved another finger inside of her.
Her breath hitched with every thrust, but she managed to nod, “Yes, but you can’tfuckme with your pants covering your dick.”
“I beg to differ.” Daemon sped up the movements of his fingers and added the curling motion he used the night before that made her melt.
“Daemon,” she whined.
“Very well. As you wish.”
He withdrew his fingers and stood. Sticking those same fingers in his mouth, he moaned around them, savoring her taste like he would a fine wine.
