Chapter 508:
She tried to pull away, to catch her breath, but he didn’t let her. Instead, he breathed into her mouth as he lavished it, giving her air while claiming her very soul.
Finally, when he pulled back, she was gasping, clutching at his shirt. Her lips were pink, swollen, and glistening as she inhaled deeply. “The things I will do to you…”
“Tonight…” His own breathing was heavy as he looked down at her, letting her see the hunger in every line of his face.
“Since the moment I woke up and saw you naked beside me, I’ve fantasized about a thousand ways to touch you.” He brushed his lips against the shell of her ear, his voice a dark, husky whisper. “The things I want to do to you, Beloved…”
“Please don’t call me that,” she said shakily, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Tomorrow, I will adhere to this request.” He flicked his tongue against her ear, earning a tremor through her body. “But not tonight.”
Daemonikai walked her back, step by step, until her spine met the wall. Emeriel gasped at the contact.
“Tonight, you are mine. Oh, my dearest…” Leaning in, his eyes burned into hers possessively. “You have held the reins for so long, and I let you have them. But tonight, in this room, I will take them back. Just for the night, you are mine to command. Mine to own. Mine to wreck.”
Lust flashed in her eyes, but there was also panic. Her gaze darted past him to the door, looking for an escape.
“There’s none,” he informed her. “You walked in here on your own, Beloved.”
“Yes, but th-this is not—”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to prove to yourself, but I have something to prove to you.” His hand slid up to cradle her cheek as he captured those succulent lips again, sucking on them for a moment before he pulled back. “That you are mine.”
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“Calm down, Daemon—I mean, Your Grace,” she corrected quickly, pressing her hand against his chest.
“Daemon is just fine,” he purred with satisfaction.
She had been clinging to his title like a shield, using it to keep a formal distance between them. No more.
“Say it again.”
“Your Grace—”
“Daemon,” he growled. “Say it.”
Dipping his head, he sucked her erect nipple into his mouth.
She arched into him, a long moan tearing from her lips. But she cut off the soft melody as soon as it escaped.
Her defenses are still in place, even here in my arms.
Daemonikai smiled as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive nipple, sucking slowly and without hurry.
I will break through those walls, one by one, and by the time this night is over, I will shatter every barrier she has built until there is nothing left but the raw truth of her heart laid bare.
He pulled at the rosy peak, sucking with strong pressure. Hitched breaths came from her lips, her body twitching involuntarily.
Each sound she made, each slight movement, stoked the fire in him further. Talking had not worked, neither had courting. So now, he would make love to her so damn well, leaving no doubt in her mind that she was his. And she always would be.
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