Page 9 of Of Storm and Emerald
“I’m saying yes, Daemon. Yes to you, yes to this. Here and now, whatever that may be.”
With that, Daemon rested his brow against hers and let out a sigh of relief, and after a growled out, “Thank fuck,” he crushed her between him and the iron gate, devouring her lips in a world-shattering kiss.
Pressed between the cold hard iron and the solid warmth that was Daemon Alexander, Auraelia was in pure bliss.
What started like a strike of lightning, turned into a long, steady roll of thunder. Their kisses slowed to nips and a languid tangle of tongues. Desperate hands turned into gentle and deliberate caresses trying to map out every dip and curve on each other's body.
Daemon pulled away and gently gathered her skirts as he lifted her leg so that it could rest on his hip. He took in every inch of her leg, letting his fingers weave feather light caresses up and up, only this time they didn’t stop at the top of her stocking. A breeze through the garden, combined with adrenaline and the delicate touches from Daemon, sent a shiver down her spine causing her skin to prickle.
His hand slid higher, pooling her skirts at her waist and exposing the intricate silver embroidery on her garter belt. Daemon slipped a finger under the delicate strap, and as he inched his way higher, he let out a low groan that Auraelia felt straight in her core. “The skirts are a bit much, but this–” he snapped the ribbon against her thigh, “This I like.”
A small whimper escaped, causing him to drag his eyes to hers. As he continued to run his hand further up her exposed leg, he leaned forward and planted hot, open mouth kisses on her shoulder, trailing them up her neck to her ear.
“Is there something that you want?”
Daemon’s whispered words pebbled her skin, and her breath caught in her throat as his fingers skirted the junction of where her inner thigh met her pussy, causing her core to clench with need. Gently fingering the edge of her lace panties, Daemon kissed his way from her ear, following her jaw line back to her mouth. Through it all, he worked his hand around to fully cup her, and she couldn’t help the moan that slipped from her throat.
Mindlessly, Auraelia rocked against his hand, desperate for the friction that she knew would get her off. But as soon as she found the rhythm she needed, the pressure he provided was gone. With a look of indignation, she opened her mouth to protest, but the fire in his eyes and the smirk on his lips shut her up.
“My star, I’m sure you’re very competent at getting yourself off. But please, allow me the honor.”
Before she could think of a retort, his lips were on hers once more as he moved his hand back to where she needed it most.
He stayed on top of her panties, using the lace to create extra friction as his fingers moved in relentless circles over her clit, edging her closer and closer to her climax but never tipping her over. He slid his fingers further down her center, and she knew he would find the fabric drenched with her arousal.
Daemon groaned as he ripped a hole down the center of her panties and pushed them to either side, giving him complete access to her sex.
Deepening the pressure on her clit with the heel of his palm, he tentatively pushed a finger inside her entrance causing her to gasp against his lips and her hips to rock forward, desperate to feel him deeper.
“All of this just for me?” he asked, as he worked his finger in and out of her, trailing kisses down her neck.
Auraelia reached between their bodies, aiming for the laces on his trousers when his other hand–that up until that moment had been holding her tightly against him–grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head. “No, not yet. This may be the sanctuary of a goddess, but the only goddess that I want to worship tonight is you.”
The quick nod of her head, followed by a breathy, “Okay,” was all the confirmation he needed.
His relentless teasing never ceased as he alternated between slow circles on her clit and delving his fingers into her core. Daemon released the wrist that he held above her head, but the reprieve was short lived as he brought her other hand up and pinned them both against the gate.
Pure unadulterated passion burned in his eyes as he looked at her. “Hold on to the gate, my star. Let me make you shine.”
As soon as she took hold of the gate, he was on his knees. Draping her leg over his shoulder, he dove under her skirts and put his mouth on her aching pussy. At the sudden onslaught of his tongue, Auraelia gasped and clung tighter to the bars.
Rotating between spearing her with his tongue, and gentle nips on her clit, Daemon seemed to take pleasure in bringing her to the edge over and over again, prolonging her release.
“Oh, for the love of—” Auraelia’s breathing became more and more erratic, “Daemon, please. I’m begging you!” She could damn near feel him smirk against her.
“Oh, how I love the sound of you begging.”
Adding his fingers, he ruthlessly thrusted in and out of her entrance. He curled them forward to tantalize that wonderful spot within her core, all while he sucked and flicked her clit.
Warmth filled her body as her orgasm barreled through her–much like the thunder that suddenly sounded overhead. Unable to contain herself, she let go of the gate and threaded her fingers onto his hair. And as she rocked against his mouth, another orgasm ripped through her.
Removing his fingers from her quivering pussy, Daemon drank in her release like he was a man parched and the only thing to satiate him was her.
As Auraelia worked her way down from the high caused by Daemon’s tongue, thunder continued to roll through the sky. Daemon eased her leg down from his shoulder and stood, righting her skirts before he bothered with himself. His mouth glistened with proof of what had just transpired and eyes, still full of want, shone back at her. As well as something else…
Possession.
He wanted her, and from the smirk on his lips, he intended to have her. He took a step to close the minute distance that had been created between them, grabbed her waist, and once again had her pressed between him and the gate to the sanctuary. His kiss was soft as he tentatively traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, seeking entrance but waiting patiently for the invitation.
