Page 4 of Royally Hacked Belle & Flame
My legs tremble, my voice comes out in these chopped, staccato moans, and Daemon just hums in approval, the sound vibrating straight through me, and then he flattens his tongue again, right over where I’m practically throbbing for him, and my heart jackhammers against my ribs so hard I’m half convinced I’ll pass out before we even get to the main event.
He parts my folds with two fingers, filling me up to the knuckle. The pads of his fingers stroke that place inside with a pressure that borders on sinful, and when his mouth closes over my clit, sucking gently then harder, my knees lock around his head like a vice and I let out a strangled scream.
I know the entire court can hear me, but at this point I’m beyond caring. My body is not my own; it’s a live wire, every nerve coiled and sparking.
He doesn’t stop even when my entire body shakes, his mouth relentless and hungry, until the coil in my belly finally comes undone and I shout. The aftershocks roll through me in waves, turning my brain and body to mush.
Daemon resurfaces from beneath the dress, face flushed and wild, hair stuck up at odd angles like he’s been electrocuted. His grin is both supremely satisfied and absolutely unhinged.
“You’re evil,” I pant, breathless.
He just grins, kisses the inside of my knee again, and stands up, looming over me. “I’ll take that as a thank you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to the bed, no longer worried about the yards and yards of golden fabric. Daemon captures my mouth again, and I taste myself on his tongue. He reaches for his belt, and I eagerly reach out to help.
A sharp knock sounds on the door, and we both freeze, fingers twisting around his belt buckle.
“Fuck off!” Daemon yells, immediately turning his burning gaze back on me.
“Sorry about this, mate,” Kastian’s voice calls from the other side of the door. “Wouldn’t bother you, but there’s a man downstairs insisting on talking to you.”
“Tell him to fuck off!” Daemon growls, louder. “Or you deal with it. I’m busy.”
“It’s about the wishes,” Kastian calls back. “You can’t ignore him, or it’s?—”
“Bad luck,” I groan out loud, finishing Kastian’s thought. “Goddamnit.”
“I don’t care,” Daemon hisses. “We don’t need luck. I do need to be inside you in the next five seconds or I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
A desperate whimper escapes my throat. I want that too—more than pretty much anything right now—but the rational part of me knows we can’t.
“If Kas is out there, that means he left Dessa long enough to deal with whoever is downstairs. That must mean it’s serious.”
Daemon scowls, but I can tell he knows I’m right. He groans and rolls to the side and lies flat on his back looking up at the ceiling. “Have I mentioned that we don’t need to get married? This wedding seems like it’s about everyone except us.”
I sit up. “I know. Focus on the honeymoon. Just a couple more days and we’ll be alone for two whole weeks.”
He looks placated for half a second, then his face darkens again and he swears violently. “Fuck me.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve just remembered that we have to go visit your mother this evening.”
I frown too. Yeah…I’m not sure it could get worse than that.
