Page 106 of The Soulbond and Her Beloved

So, he pulled her to his arms. "I'm going to kiss you," he said against her lips.

"Please," a breathless sound of surrender.

He slotted his lips to hers.

Emeriel melted into him, nakedness molding to his body. His dick, half-hard, brushed her belly as he kissed her, slowly backing her to the wall behind her.

He caged her in, deepening the kiss she returned so passionately, pouring every longing thought into it.

His hand slid between her thighs, coaxing them to part for him. Stroking softly, spreading the growing slick in circles.

Small sounds emitted from her, sending fire through his blood. She held onto him as he played her body like a masterful musician with his favored instrument. The more he teased and stroked, the wetter she became until she coated his hand.

He slipped a finger in.

"Gods..." she moaned, arching up, going on tiptoe. Her eyes squeezed tight, breathing unsteady.

“You have no idea how fucking good you feel, do you?" he murmured against her throat, biting without breaking the skin. "You’re taking that finger really well. Want me to fuck you with it?"

"Daemon," she whimpered, her head lolling against the wall.

"If I can make you come with just my mouth on your breasts, I bet I could give you multiple with just this one finger." He thrust it in deeper. Exploring.

She moaned, parting her legs further for him.

He feltgratefuljust being inside her like this. After the way her body had rejected him outright during heat—and now, with her recent struggles with their intimacy—being inside herin any way at allwas a damn luxury. One he would never take lightly.

“Daemon, I feel... I feel...” She buried her face to his chest. “... really hungry. I want you to mount me. It’s all I th-think about.”

“Yeah?”

"Oh yes," she gasped. "I hope we can do it today.”

I hope so, too, dearling. I hope so.

Caressing her gland, he kept his touches gentle. Tending to her pleasure instead of his usual aggressive, you-must-take-it bombardment.

He cajoled her chin up with his knuckles. “Do you like when I touch you inside?”

“Y-yes,” she panted.

“Then I suppose I shall have to do more of it," he drawled. "Look at me."

He kept coaxing and caressing, tracing and rubbing her sensitive rippling walls. He worked her so damn good until she was dripping like a faucet, making a mess on the floor.

All the while, his eyes devoured her, eating up her every reaction. The way her breathing shuddered to a stop before picking up again. The way she huffed out air through her open mouth. Her eyes held his, just as he commanded—yet they were glazed over.

When she was about to come, he withdrew his fingers, and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he balanced her against him with one arm, his other hand freeing his erection.Bracing her against the wall, he guided himself to her entrance, sliding into her in a single, smooth thrust.

She went completely still.

As still as the dead.

Every tremor, every soft moan and breathless quiver... was gone in an instant. Her eyes stayed somewhere over his shoulder, wide and empty, as she retreated into her head.

Daemonikai deflated. “Emeriel...?”

“I can't. I can't...”

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