Page 96 of Of Storm and Emerald
Deciding to forgo the robe, she took a fortifying breath and headed out into her bed chamber.
When she opened the door, she fully expected to see him standing on the other side waiting for her. But instead, he sat on the edge of her bed.
He’d taken off his coat and boots, leaving him in just his charcoal-colored leather pants and dove gray tunic. He’d loosened the ties at his neck, letting it hang open to reveal the tattoos across his chest, and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow revealing the strong muscular lines of his tattooed forearms– which were planted on his knees. He had his hands clasped between them, and his head hung in defeat. He hadn’t even heard her open the bathroom door.
Taking full advantage of his distraction, Auraelia drank in the sight of him as she walked quietly across her room until she stood in front of him– her bare feet in his line of vision.
Daemon slowly lifted his head, taking in every inch of her bare skin.
She noticed the way his hands clenched together. The subtle shift of his feet on the floor. Then when his gaze reached the hem of her gown he stopped, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he ground his teeth together.
“Auraelia–” He drew out her name through clenched teeth, “What are you wearing?”
A smile that he couldn’t see spread across her face, but she kept her tone light and innocent. “It’s a nightgown. Don’t you like it?”
He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “Fucking, goddess.” He took a deep breath through his nose, his head still swinging back and forth like he was trying to shake the images from his mind. “My star, I am trying so hard to behave. And you’re making itverydifficult.”
Auraelia pressed a finger below his chin and tilted his face up to hers. When he finally opened his eyes, the golden pools in his irises had taken over the green and his pupils were slowly encroaching as well.
Auraelia let herself drown in his eyes, soaking up every blaze of passion that burned in their depths. “I think I’d rather you be a little naughty.”
Chapter Thirty
Daemon
Shelookedlikeagoddess.
Standing there in silk and lace, with her honey blonde waves cascading down her back. The moonlight that filtered through the open doors to her balcony casting her in a luminous light. Between the silver glow from the moon, and the stardust that sparkled in her eyes, he could have sworn an actual goddess stood in front of him.
“Auraelia.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
Her eyes never left his as she took a step toward him, the movement forcing his hands apart and him to sit up straight.
“Daemon,” she purred as she held his gaze, sliding into the space between his knees until his face was level with her breasts.
“We–we shouldtalk.”
He drowned in the hazy blue of her eyes as she cupped his cheek in her hand and traced his lips with her thumb. She hummed her agreement, but the smirk on her lips said she had other plans.
“Auraelia–”
The tenor of his voice deepened as his need for her grew, and when she ran her hand through his hair, he knew he’d lost. His eyes closed, savoring the feeling of her simple touches that he’d craved for so long.
She took a step closer, and as if of their own volition, his hands slowly slid up her bare legs. He let his hands drift further up her body until they found her hips, her skin softer than the silk she wore.
With a gentle pull towards him, Auraelia was sliding her legs on either side of his hips, straddling his lap. The heat of her core nestled above his aching cock.
His hands didn’t wander. Instead, they kept a firm hold on her hips–preventing her from rocking against him.
“Auraelia,my star–” His voice sounded whiny even to his own ears.
She held his gaze, seriousness banking the lust in her eyes. “We will talk, Daemon. I swear. But right now? Right now, Ineedyou. I need tofeelyou.”
“You swear?” he asked as his hands drifted from her hips up her side, his thumbs barely brushing the outer swells of her breasts before wrapping around to stroke up her bare back. Her breath hitched, and the minute sound that accompanied it made his cock twitch beneath her.
She licked her bottom lip then pulled it between her teeth, and Daemon zeroed in on the movement as she nodded.
“Fuck it.”
