Slipping her hand between their bodies, she gripped him tightly in her palm. “I want you to fuck me until I forget my name, your name, and that this is probably a terrible idea.” She slowly worked her hand up and down his length, relishing the way his jaw tightened as he tried to give her this little bit of control. “I want you to use me, Daemon. I don’t want control.”
A wicked grin graced his mouth, but something in his eyes said he understood what she meant. Knew what sheneeded.
“As you wish, Your Majesty.” Daemon knocked her hand out of the way, wrapped an arm around her waist, and slammed into her. Fully seating himself in one stroke. Auraelia cried out at the sensation, her back bowing as her head fell back. Only his arm banded around her back kept her from collapsing.
“Take off your shirt, Princess. Let me see you.”
Daemon slowed his thrusts long enough for Auraelia to pull her tunic over her head and toss it to the floor. Then, using his shoulders for leverage, she began riding his cock like it was the last thing she would do. Meeting him stroke for stroke with every rise and fall of her hips.
His hands immediately palmed her heavy globes, massaging each before bringing them to his mouth, making sure to lavish each in equal measure.
Auraelia’s fingers dug into his back, no doubt leaving marks as she dragged her hands down the hard, muscled panes. Daemon’s answering groan spurred her on as she ground against him, his pelvis adding the perfect amount of friction to her clit.
His thrusts became hard and fast. His grip on her ass was bruising.
This.
This is what she needed.
No sweet words. No delicate touches or whispered promises of a better tomorrow.
Just sweat-slicked skin and pleasure.
Auraelia felt her release growing again, but Daemon pulled out before it could go much further. Flipping her onto her stomach, he pressed her flat into the mattress. His body covered hers as his cock slipped back between her legs and through her slick center.
With her legs pressed together, she felt fuller. Felt himdeeper.
She turned her face to the side, her hair sticking to her cheek. When she pinched her eyes closed, Daemon swept her hair away and wrapped it around a fist. “Eyes open, Princess.”
Something in his tone compelled her to comply, and once she did, Daemon peeled away from her back and into a sitting position. “I want you to watch me fuck you, Auraelia. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you’re thoroughly and completely ruined by me.”
Her response came out as a squeak as he yanked her hips back into his, pulling her back into his lap as he knelt on the bed. He slid an arm up her torso, his hand wrapping around her neck as he helped her into a sitting position. When she looked straight ahead, she was looking into the mirror on her vanity.
It was across the room but close enough to see the sheen on their bodies. To see the desire and possession in Daemon’s eyes.
From this angle, she could seeeverything.
She could see every slide of his cock as he thrust in and out of her.
Could watch as one set of fingers swirled her clit, and the other wrapped around her throat like a choker. It was erotic in a way she never imagined.
“Goddess, you take my cock like such a good girl. Such a pretty pussy, all wet and needy for me.”
The filth of his words, coupled with the scene in the mirror, had her trembling as her orgasm built once more. The gasp that had begun to slip through her lips was cut off by the tightening of Daemon’s hand on her throat.
Not sure what to do with her hands, Auraelia locked eyes with Daemon in the mirror and began to play with her breasts. Tweaking her nipples in time with his thrusts.
Daemon’s deep chuckle vibrated through her entire body. “I think you like watching yourself. Do you like watching me fuck you, Princess?”
He loosened his hold just enough for her to say, “Yes.” It came out as more of a moan than an actual word, but it was the triumphant smile on his face that caught her attention.
“Good. Because I want you to watch yourself come.”
He held her gaze in the mirror as his fingers worked her clit faster, and his thrusts became deeper.
The closer her release, the more erratic her magic became. Lightning spiraled up her arms and onto Daemon’s, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.
He didn’t even seem to notice.
