“I love you, Daemon Alexander. I have for a long time, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” It was a whisper across his lips but felt like fire in his veins. Igniting every inch of his body.
Daemon rested his brow against hers, breathing in the ever-present scent of lavender and something else that was intrinsicallyher. “And I love you, Auraelia Rose.”
He kissed her lips deeply, slowly working his way across her jaw and neck. When he reached the junction at her shoulder, he lifted his head. “May I?” he asked, his fingers playing with the laces of her corset.
Auraelia slowly bobbed her head, a coquettish grin on her face as one corner of her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth.
Daemon had to suppress the groan attempting to work its way up his throat. The thoughts that swam through his head with that one little movement would make even the goddess of love blush.
He took his time, gently tugging on the strings until they gave way and he could push it from her shoulders. He relished every hitch in her breath as his hands brushed against her. Savored the way love and lust filled her eyes and bore into his.
After her corset was on the floor, Auraelia reached for the ties on his tunic. “Can I?”
“You can do whatever you want, my love. I am yours to command.” Her cheeks pinkened at his endearment, and he couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips. They’d beenthrough hell to get to this point and still had more to overcome. But this, right now, was all that mattered.
Auraelia slowly loosened the neck of his tunic, then trailed her hands down his chest to his waistband. Her eyes stayed locked onto his as she gently pulled the shirt from his pants, sliding her hands beneath it before lifting it over his head. Her hands were like a brand on his skin, marking every inch of him as hers.
With his shirt gone, her fingers skimmed across the lines of his tattoos, then the indents in his abs, his muscles jumping with every pass.
“My turn,” Daemon growled as he gripped her hips, walking her back until her knees hit the end of the bed. He peeled the sheer linen tunic from her body, added it to the growing pile on the floor, and then gently pushed her down onto the mattress. He let his eyes travel down her body. Taking in the way her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. The way her nipples stiffened into peaks, and her skin pebbled under his gaze.
She was utter perfection.
Stepping between her legs, he leaned forward and kissed her softly before pushing her down onto the mattress and trailing featherlight kisses down her body. His hands skimmed her sides while his lips kept to the line down her torso, using every grain of willpower he possessed not to stray to where her breasts heaved with every breath. Auraelia’s hands lazily ran through his hair as he worked his way down, soft whimpers falling from her lips the closer he got to her center.
Kneeling at her feet, Daemon pressed a kiss to the ties between her hips, then pulled away, smirking as Auraelia let out a disgruntled groan and pushed onto her elbows.
His eyes locked onto hers as he made quick work of her boots, unstrapped the dagger from her thigh, then slowly peeled the leather down her legs.
A beautiful rosy hue colored her cheeks and radiated down her neck as he slowly kissed his way back up. Delicately pressing his lips to the inside of her ankle, the back of her knee, and the inside of her thigh before switching to the other side.
“Daemon,” she mewled. “Please.I need you.”
“What do you need, my star? Tell me what you want, and will scour the realm to make sure you have it.” Daemon hovered over her center, his breath coasting over the fabric that kept her from being completely bare before him.
Auraelia stared down her body, her gaze full of so much love that his heart clenched in his chest. “You. I just need you.”
As much as he wanted to drag this out, to tease her until she was writhing beneath him and begging for his touch…when she looked at him like that? Every thought and plan was thrown to the wayside, and all that existed was her.
Hooking his fingers beneath the straps on her hips, he slowly slid the fabric down her legs and tossed it on the floor.
Her pussy was gloriously pink and glistening with her arousal, the little bundle of nerves at the apex swollen and begging to be touched. Daemon leaned forward and ran the flat of his tongue up Auraelia’s center, groaning as she completely engulfed his senses.
The salty-sweet tang of her on his tongue.
Her arousal, mixed with the lavender on her skin, filled his nose.
The feel of her silky smooth skin beneath his hands and the low moans that slipped past her lips filled his ears.
He could have died right then and gone a happy man.
Daemon sucked her clit into his mouth, and her hands instantly flew to his head. Gripping the strands in an attempt to hold him where he was. When he slipped two fingers into her slick center, her hips bucked against him, and he smiled.
He would never tire of feeling her unravel for him. Of the way her walls clenched around his digits when he stroked the sensitive ridges that lined the front wall of her pussy.
“Be a good girl and come on my tongue, Princess,” he muttered against her.
Auraelia’s hips began to rock against him as he flicked his tongue against her clit, his fingers pumping in and out of her in tandem with her movements.
