Page 55 of Of Storm and Emerald
Auraelia’s eyes widened at his words.
Fuck, that was hot. Wait…Why was that hot?
Under normal circumstances, she would have snapped back at comments like that. She didn’t like being talked down to or degraded. But for some reason, when Daemon did it, her pussy throbbed, and desire pooled between her legs.
Auraelia nodded once more. “Okay.”
Then licked her lips.
She knew the moment her tongue swept across her bottom lip that she was about to be in a world of trouble.
A growl rumbled deep in his throat before he prowled up her body.
Reverently, his hands glided over the soft flesh of her legs, stomach, and breasts. The calluses on his palms creating an exquisite juxtaposition to the tender kisses that he left trailing in their wake. Slowly, he made his way up the center line of her torso, stopping at her sternum before venturing off to lavish her breasts.
His hot mouth encased one of her nipples, sucking it into his mouth and gently scraping it with his teeth while his hand palmed the other, pinching the stiff peak between his fingers.
Auraelia groaned and arched her back, shoving her chest further into his hold.
Making sure to pay equal attention to both breasts, he switched sides before trailing further up her body. Daemon removed his hand from her breast, gliding it up to encircle her throat in a light hold while he nipped and sucked various areas on her shoulder–marking her with deep purple bruises.
With his hand still wrapped around her throat, he sat up–his erection hanging heavily between them. Gently, he stroked the racing pulse point in her neck. “Is this okay?”
His grip was light enough that she could still breathe and speak. “Yes.”
Daemon tightened his grip, cutting off some of her blood flow, “How about this? You can nod or shake your head if speaking is difficult.”
His eyes were nearly black, burning with unadulterated desire, and Auraelia was pretty sure that her gaze was a mirror of his own. When she nodded her head, Daemon smiled. “Good girl.”
Those two words set her ablaze, and her clit pulsed with every beat of her heart.
Daemon released his grip, allowing her to breathe more freely.
“If that ever gets to be too much, I want you to tap my thigh twice. Do you understand?” Retightening his grip on her throat, more thoroughly cutting off her oxygen, he waited until she tapped his thigh twice before releasing her once more, earning her another,“Good girl,”that made her flush.
Feeling bold, Auraelia slid her hand up his thigh to the point where his cock jutted out from his body.
Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she began to work her hand over his considerable length. Daemon hissed through his teeth and squeezed his eyes closed as her hand slid up and down his shaft, using his pre-cum to lubricate her movements.
When he opened his eyes, fiery passion stared back at her as his gaze locked onto hers.
Daemon leaned over until he was so close that their breath mingled. She moved her hand faster, and a growl sounded deep in his throat. “Guide me home, my star.” His grip on her throat tightened as she aligned the head of his cock at her entrance. Daemon took a deep breath, then pushed his way inside.
Auraelia felt the delicious burn of her body stretching to accommodate his girth, and when he started pumping into her, it was pure bliss. He filled her so completely; she had a feeling that no one would ever compare.
His grip on her throat was firm, but it loosened when he pressed his lips to hers.
It wasn’t anything like the kiss they shared earlier. This kiss was a battleground.
It was all teeth and tongues.
Lips being sucked and nipped.
He devoured her mouth, while he pulverized her pussy with his cock.
Daemon sat back on his heels and propped one of her ankles on his shoulder before shadow walking a pillow from the head of the bed into his awaiting hands and shoving it under her hips. The new angle was full of new sensations. She felt him deeper than before and the ridge at the head of his cock rubbed against the front wall of her entrance with every stroke, guiding her back to the edge.
Auraelia was in sensory overload.
