Page 97 of Of Storm and Emerald
Within seconds, his hands were tangled in her hair as he pulled her face to his.
Their lips collided, and it was like stars exploding–bright, beautiful, andpowerful.
His magic flared as his hands wandered her body, gliding over silk and lace, as he sought out every patch of bare skin, and traced every decadent dip and luscious curve.
She pulled at his shirt, tugging it from where it was still tucked into the waist of his trousers.
Breaking the kiss long enough to help her pull the fabric over his head, he then rotated them to where she was spread out on the bed. Her hair in a messy tangle of waves and pearls around her head.
He stood from where he had placed her on the bed and released the hold he had on his magic. Pulling and shaping the shadows to wrap them in a world all their own. One full of stars. Of constellations and galaxies. Where the sky twinkled, and colors coalesced into vibrant pools of light on an inky black background.
“Daemon.” Auraelia’s eyes widened, and her breath hitched in her throat as awe swept across her features.
“No oneis going to hear a sound you make tonight. Not one scream. Not a single moan. Those belong tome. And I want to hear them all.”
The embers in her eyes were now a blazing inferno of passion and possession.
A stiff wind swirled through their cocoon of stars and slammed into his back. Urging him forward until he almost fell onto the bed.
A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Patience, Princess. We have all night, and I plan on taking my time with you.”
He wanted her writhing under his touch– begging for his cock. He needed totasteher. But first, he needed to play out the fantasy that had been playing on a loop in his mind.
Daemon dropped to his knees, and slowly slid his hands up the outside of her legs until he reached her hips. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties, he slid them down and off her legs.
When he stood once more, her brows furrowed, and he smiled a rakish smile.
“Touch yourself.”
“Wh–what?”
“You heard me. I want you to touch yourself. Show me what I was missing all those nights you were in Lyndaria. I want toseewhat you did while you thought of me.”
A flush crept across her cheeks, but her eyes sparkled from the challenge as they raked down his body–settling on the defined ridge in his pants.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth once more, and when she released it, the smile on her lips promised trouble.
She sat up and leisurely slipped the silk gown over her head before tossing it at him. When he glowered in response, she winked and scooted back on the bed until she was propped up on the pillows. Her legs spread wide, and the sight of her glistening pussy made him second guess his decision.
Her eyes stayed locked onto him, while he watched.
Watched as one of her hands glided down her body to the junction of her thighs, while the other palmed her breast and tweaked her nipple.
Watched as she slid her fingers through her slit gathering her arousal before she slowly circled her clit and plunged those same digits inside.
Watched as a thin sheen of sweat formed over her body as she repeated those steps over and over, building her pleasure.
But when her eyes fluttered closed, her head fell back and her breath quickened, Daemon had enough.
Grabbing an ankle in each hand, he yanked her to the edge of the bed until her ass almost hung over the side.
“Daemon!” His name was a squeak of protest, but it was short lived the moment his mouth was on her. This time, when she said his name, it was a husky moan that could make him come in his pants from just the sound.
The taste of her on his tongue had his eyes rolling back in his head in bliss.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
It didn’t take long for him to work her back to the edge after he’d pulled her across the bed. Alternating between flicks of her clit and spearing her on his tongue, she began teetering on the edge of oblivion.
