Page 47 of Of Storm and Emerald
After lavishing both sides, leaving bite marks and purple bruises from pulling the tender flesh into his mouth, Daemon withdrew his hand from her pants and dropped to his knees in front of her, placing a tender kiss to the laces blocking her mound. “Princess, as sexy as these boots and pants are, they really are making this much more difficult than I would like.”
Auraelia looked down at him and snickered. “And do you have a solution to this problem?”
Running his hands up her thighs, he stopped at her waistband and grabbed her hips. The soft give of her skin beneath his hands had him suppressing a groan.
How did I convince this woman to bemine?
A small smirk pulled at his lips as he spun her around and pressed her front to the wall that she had just been leaning against.
He worked her pants down until they stopped at the top of her boots, giving her only a few inches of movement. “Put your hands on the wall by your head, Auraelia. Keep them there until I give you permission to move. Understand?”
Auraelia whimpered, her head bobbing slightly in answer to his question, but he needed more. Standing, he positioned himself behind her and slapped her right ass cheek–light enough that it wouldn’t leave a mark, but hard enough that it would sting. She jolted at the sudden pain, and her sharp inhale was music to his ears.
“I need to hear you, Princess. Tell me you understand,” he said as he rubbed and soothed her stinging flesh.
“I–I understand.”
He could hear the need in her voice when she answered him.
One side of his lips tilted up, from both her playing along with his games and also from the sight of her glistening pussy. “Good girl.”
He slid two fingers through her arousal, and his sharp intake of breath sounded like a hiss. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
Auraelia pushed her hips back into his touch, earning her a slap on her other cheek. Repeating the care he took on the opposite side, he gently rubbed the area. “Is there something you want, my star?”
“Yes.” Her voice was a breathy whisper.
Daemon leaned over until his mouth was right behind her ear. “What do you want, Auraelia? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“How? Be specific.”
She shifted slightly underneath his weight, and he slid a hand around to her front to swirl his finger on her clit.
A groan rumbled through her, and she rested her head on the wall. When she didn’t answer his question, he stopped. “Answer me, Auraelia, and I’ll give you whatever it is you want.”
Blowing out a breath, Auraelia turned her head to the side as much as she could and stared at him through the corner of her eye. “I want you to eat my pussy like it’s your favorite meal until I come all over your face. Then I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock stretch and fill me.”
Shock rocked through him at her words and ricocheted down to his aching cock. When he opened his mouth to respond, she smirked and continued.
“Then I want you to take me to dinner, because I’m starving and if we’re going to repeat last night, I need sustenance.”
Daemon laughed. “Oh, my star, last night is going to look like nothing when I’m done with you.”
Lifting her head, Auraelia craned her neck around so that she could see him fully. Desire, passion, and a challenge filled her gaze. “Prove it.”
Daemon matched her wicked smile with one of his own. “Challenge accepted, Princess.” Then he dropped to his knees and did exactly as she asked.
He started slow. Flattening his tongue and taking long slow laps up her pussy, then using his hands to spread her as wide as he could, giving him better access to her core. With her boots stopping above her knee, her pants could only go down so far, so he had to work with what little maneuvering space he had.
Alternating between long licks and flicking the delicate bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, he could feel her being wound tighter and tighter.
Every gasp and moan that met his ears was a straight shot to his cock. He loved how responsive she was to his touch. Hownaturalbeing together felt. Whether they were dancing in a ballroom, laughing beneath the trees, or finding pleasure in each other’s bodies. Being with her just feltright.
Her breathing became erratic when he curled his fingers forward, massaging the sweet spot just inside her entrance. Her legs started to tremble, and her arms were beginning to sag from the way she desperately tried to keep them on the wall in front of her.
When he felt her walls start to clench, he ran his tongue along her slit once more before drawing her swollen clit into his mouth, sucking hard.
