“Come on,Princess.”
Auraelia pursed her lips at his blatant use of her former title, her eyes raking down his body before meeting his gaze once more.
Challenge accepted.
Pushing up onto her elbows, she said, “Strip.”
One word—one command—was all it took for Daemon’s magic to seep from his pores, glittering darkness brushing against her as it slid along the mattress.
He kicked off one boot, then the other, his pants following quickly after, then raised a questioning brow.
Auraelia lazily ran her eyes along each line of ink across his chest, then down his chiseled frame to his cock, which stood at full attention with a bead of precum glistening on its tip. When her gaze reached his face once more, she curled a finger in his direction and lifted a booted foot. “Now me.”
His smirk firmly in place, Daemon made quick work of her boots, pants, and finally, her tunic. When he leaned forward to kiss her, Auraelia placed a hand on his shoulder and tsked, gently pushing him down. “On your knees,Prince.Kneel before your Queen.”
Daemon’s smirk morphed into a rakish smile as he dropped to his knees. “I would gladly live on my knees at your feet if that’s where you want me,Your Majesty.”
Before she could even form a response, his face was buried between her thighs. His tongue ran long strokes along her slit before he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
“Fuck,” she mewled, her back arching as her fingers found his hair once more.
Daemon’s grip on her thighs was bruising as he pushed one of her legs wider, then lifted the other to drape over his shoulder.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he moaned against her, slipping two fingers into her slick entrance and curling them forward to work the spot he knew would send her spiraling. He pumped them in and out a few times before removing them and bringing his hand to her mouth. “Taste yourself, Princess.”
Without hesitating, Auraelia wrapped her lips around his digits, sucking them into her mouth and licking them clean. She’d tasted herself on his lips before, but this was different. It was somehow more erotic to suck her arousal from his hand while he devoured her.
Pulling his fingers from her mouth with apop, he thrust them back inside her, working her walls once more as he punished her clit with his mouth.
Heat bloomed low in her belly, her muscles growing taught, breath quickening as her orgasm built.
“Come for me, my star,” he growled, dragging his tongue up her center once before returning to assault that sensitive bundle of nerves. Shadows swirled around her. Strands pinching and tugging on her nipples while bands massaged her breasts and wrapped around her throat. The sensation was overwhelming, her senses going into overdrive as she dove headfirst into bliss. Her climax ripped through her so suddenly that her breath caught in her throat, her back arching off the bed as her fist tightened in Daemon’s hair.
Instead of slowing his ministrations as she rode the waves of ecstasy, Daemon rose from his knees and flipped her onto her stomach. “We’re not done yet, my love. Time to give me another one.” Then he slid into her in one swift thrust.
The sensation of him filling her so completely while her walls were still fluttering from her orgasm sent her reeling, stars filling her vision as he worked her back toward the edge.
Daemon slid a hand down her spine, gripping her shoulder as he slammed into her from behind. His other snaked around her hip, slipping between her thighs as he worked her clit in furious circles.
“Oh–oh, God–dess. Dae–Daemon.” Her words were stunted with each thrust, his hips driving into her at a punishing pace. “Too–too much.”
“Be a good girl, and give me another one, Auraelia.”
Black specks swam in her vision, limbs tingling as she dug her fists into the sheets. Her body trembled, her magic raging to be released as the sensations built and her orgasm began to crest. “I–I’m going to come.”
“Fuck,” he growled as his thrusts became more demanding. “That’s right. Come for me, Princess.”
The walls of her pussy began to flutter as Daemon slammed into her again. When he pinched her clit, her climax erupted in streaks of lightning that struck walls and ricocheted off the mirror of her vanity, shattering the reflective glass and sending it cascading to the floor.
“Shit,” he cursed, wrapping them in a cocoon of shadows as he drove into her again and found his release.
Breathing heavy, skin slick with sweat, they collapsed together onto the bed. Silence reigned for a moment before Auraelia burst into a fit of laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Daemon chuckled as he swiped wet strands of hair from her brow. His question made her laugh harder, and a tiny snort accompanied each inhale, causing him to join in.
“I missed that sound,” he mused when they’d finally calmed.
“My laugh?” she asked, rolling onto her side and propping her head on a fist as she traced the lines of his tattoos with a finger.
