Page 155 of The Soulbond and Her Beloved

Then Alviara was kissing her again. So much. A consuming kiss that completely took Emeriel over. And for a moment, that was the center of her world. Everything else retreated into the background—fears retreated, anxieties scattered.

Stark pleasure assaulted her senses, making her give a muffled cry.

The kiss broke as Alviara pulled back, her gaze pinning Emeriel in place.

“Tell me what he’s doing,” the courtesan said softly.

“He is… his tongue is—” Emeriel gasped, her head rolling back, eyes fluttering as another moan escaped.“There.”

“That’s a good girl,” Alviara’s voice was velvet soft. “How does it feel?”

Emeriel’s face burned. She bit her lips.

“Come on… tell me.”

“Really… really good,” Emeriel confessed, her voice shaking.

“You’re taking it so well.” The mistress’s eyes glowed with approval.

“Yeah?” Emeriel breathed.

“Oh, hell yes.” The mistress looked hungry. Predatory. Her eyes devoured Emeriel. “You are incredibly sexy like this. Lying here, taking his tongue, taking every pleasure he gives—while keeping your eyes on me. Letting me see every single thing he makes you feel.You’re an open book, Princess. Averyresponsive open book.” Her voice dropped lower in a husky purr. “It makes you an addictive little thing."

Emeriel felt everything all at once. Embarrassed. Glorified. Treasured.

She wanted to bury her face in the sheets to hide. But oh… those words made her feelgood. Wanted. Seen.

“No wonder our king can’t get enough,” Alviara added in a whisper made for only her to hear. “I will not either.”

Daemonikai’s tongue pressed deeper inside her.

“Oh gods…” Emeriel gasped, her body arching, the pleasure crashing through her anew.

Then Alviara’s lips were on hers again, stealing her cries, drinking them in. The courtesan’s hand framed her face as she devoured her, catching every moan, every muffled sound as Emeriel trembled beneath the onslaught of pleasure. Her orgasm coiled, built, and tightened.

Her beloved was merciless, eating her out as if she were his first meal after a famine. Bliss simmered, assaulting her with a ruthless force, frying her brain.

The courtesan broke the kiss to run her fingers through Emeriel’s hair in a soothing caress. “That’s it. That’s my girl. You want to come for him?”

Emeriel nodded so vigorously her vision swam, panting.

“Not yet. Hold it in.” Alviara ordered, dabbing away the sweat beading on her forehead. “Look at you… so fucking sexy.” Her hand slipped down, trailing over Emeriel’s shoulder, toward the heavy swell of her breast…

A menacing growl cut through the air, vibrating through Emeriel’s core, and she whined.

The courtesan snatched her hand back, pouting. “He’s greedy,” she said, exasperated yet amused. “If I touch you again, my head might end up across the room while my body remains here next to you.” Alviara’s heated gaze moved to Emeriel’s lips. “I’ll just focus on what’s freely given.”

She attacked Emeriel’s lips again. This kiss was deeper, filled with hunger and possession, drawing her back under.

With the mistress trapping her voice, Emeriel had no outlet for the ecstasy coursing through her trembling body as Daemonikai worshiped her there.Her orgasm built—closer… closer—until itpeaked.

Wrenching her lips away from Alviara’s, she screamed. A pitch that only rose higher as her feelings rose stronger.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Alviara’s breathless voice seemed distant, but she was watching Emeriel with ravenous, hawk-like eyes.

Emeriel wanted to hide frombeing seenin such a state, but betweenshynessand thedevastating pleasureDaemonikai was unapologetically unleashing on her, only one force won—and it wasn’t modesty.

Reaching down,she grabbed his hair and tugged sharply. “Daemon… oh—please…” Her voice was all sorts of shaky, just like her spread thighs in his death grip. “Please, oh gods, Daemon.”

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