His lips devoured hers as he lifted her from the table and shadow-walked them to her bed chamber, tossing her unceremoniously onto her mattress. Auraelia watched as Daemon pulled his tunic over his head. Drinking in the sight of him as he exposed every glorious inch of skin and the intricate art that covered his chest and arms.
After kicking off his boots, he quickly unlaced and removed each of hers before moving on to her pants, flicking the buttonopen with a twist of his fingers before yanking them down and off her legs.
He hadn’t even given the air time to kiss her bare flesh before he dropped to his knees, pushed the thin fabric of her panties to the side, and licked up her center. Her head fell back as her hands gripped the fabric beneath her body, her hips rocking against the motions of his tongue.
“Fuck, Princess. Do you know how good you taste?” Heat burned in his gaze as he stared up at her from between her thighs, and the magic coursing through her veins responded. Wrapping around her limbs in bright ribbons of light.
Daemon caught sight of her lightning, and the way it reflected off the gold in his eyes made her breath hitch. He didn’t even give her anxiety time to take root as a smug smile graced his lips. “I’m not scared of you, or your magic, Auraelia. You could kill me right here and now, and I would die a happy man.”
His words were like honey dripping from his lips, and the ease with which he spoke them sent her heart skittering.
Threading her fingers through his hair, she pushed his head back down. “Less talk. More tongue.” It didn’t matter that she loved the words that slipped from his lips. She needed action, not words.
The more he talked, the more her thoughts spiraled, and her heart wanted to join the equation. And that was a complication she didn’t need right now. What sheneededwas the sweet release that his mouth promised.
Desire flared in his eyes as he slid her panties down her legs with achingly slow movements. Returning to his spot between her thighs, Daemon ran his tongue up her slit before his signature smirk overtook his mouth. “Say please,Princess.”
His fingers drifted over the opening of her pussy, gathering her arousal before gently swirling the tips around her clit. Shegroaned as he repeated the motion, her frustration growing with every swipe.
“It’s Your Majesty,”she said through clenched teeth. With her fingers still tangled in his hair, she pushed him back toward where she was aching for him. “And,please.”
He slowly ran his tongue up her center, his eyes never straying from hers. “No need to beg, Auraelia. I’d gladly stay here all night.”
Her jaw dropped at his audacity, but it was quickly followed by a moan as he latched onto her clit. Sucking it hard into his mouth and flicking that tiny bundle of nerves with his tongue.
It wasn’t long before he added his hands to the equation. Two fingers thrust in and out of her, curling forward and stroking her inner walls just the way she liked.
Auraelia’s hand fell away from his head, trading his silky, blue-black strands for the deep teal of her sheets. Within a few strokes of his tongue, he had her back bowing off the bed with an impending orgasm.
As the buildup to her release grew, the hold on her magic waned, and her lightning flickered before glowing an incandescent white around her. Terror began to creep in, taking over the pleasure that was filling her body. But it was never given time to escalate further than a passing thought as Daemon released the hold on his own magic, letting it mingle with hers.
Cool ribbons of shadow, flecked with shimmering stars, began to tangle and braid with her lightning, a delicate dance of light and dark swirling along her skin.
Daemon’s fingers never ceased, but he lifted his head long enough to draw her focus. “Letgo, Auraelia. I’ve got you.”
Dropping his head back between her thighs, his tongue lashed at her clit with renewed vigor as his fingers continued to work her core. And when she came, it was as if the world ceased to exist.
White light filled her vision as her release rocked through her body, and magic pulsed out of her in uncontrolled waves. Wind swirled through her chambers, throwing open the windows. Rain fell through the open panes in sheets as thunder crashed in the sky, and she could feel the heat from her lightning as it crackled along her skin.
It wasn’t until her orgasm subsided and Daemon finally ceased his ministrations that Auraelia was able to get a grip on her powers. But as she looked around her chambers, instead of the destruction she had been expecting, she was met with a dome of sparkling, andsparking, darkness.
It was almost exactly like the cocoon of stars Daemon had created in Kalmeera from what seemed like lifetimes ago. Only this time, streaks of lightning shot across the star-flecked sky.
Awe swept through Auraelia.
Awe, at the fact that she’d just released the most magic at one time since…she quickly stopped that train of thought. She didn’t want to go there. Not now.
But mainly, awe that her magic seemed to purr in response to Daemon’s. How they seemed to coexist in a natural sense of harmony. Light and dark, neither able to exist without the other.
Auraelia removed her gaze from the mix of magics around her and returned it to Daemon. He was still kneeling at the foot of the bed, but he had a cocky grin on his face.
“What?” she asked with a slight bite to her tone.
Chuckling, Daemon stood, wiping the evidence of her release from his face before sticking those same fingers into his mouth. Auraelia watched as his hands fell to his waistband. Waited as he slowly unfastened the buttons that kept his length pinned behind the fabric.
“You’re quite bratty tonight, Princess.” Her breath turned ragged as he pushed his pants off his hips, letting them fall to thefloor before stepping out of them and slowly crawling over her. His gaze was locked onto hers as he said, “I kind of like it.”
Auraelia wrapped her arms around his neck as he hooked his hands beneath her hips and pulled her onto his lap, positioning her above the tip of his cock. Hesitancy swirled in his eyes as he said, “If you want this to stop—”
