Daimon (Guardians of Hades #6) - Felicity Heaton Page 0,33

frustrating to say the least.

She was used to getting what she wanted, at least where her coven wasn’t concerned. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d had to fight this hard for something, but fight she would. Daimon didn’t stand a chance against her. The more he resisted her, the stronger her determination to crack the wall of ice surrounding him became.

She reminded herself that she didn’t want his heart.

This thing between her and Daimon was purely physical.

She kept telling herself that as she rifled through her things, trying to find something to wear, something that would fit her mood.

She paused and stared at the mound of black clothes on top of the dresser before her as a feeling crept up on her, sneaking in while she struggled to convince herself that Daimon was nothing more than a fling to her, a nice way to pass the time.

Cass struggled to shake it off. There was no room in her life for the sort of thing part of her clearly foolishly desired. It was impossible. Ridiculous. Dangerous.

She balled her hands into fists in her clothes and stared hard at them, trying to shut down the rebellious feeling.

She really didn’t want his heart.

She couldn’t afford to fall for anyone.

Yet there was something about the stoic, silent Daimon that drew her to him, had her finding it difficult to keep her distance from him. His eyes shimmered with pain at times, fathomless and dreadful, and she wanted to know the source of it.

He wasn’t helping her keep her distance either.

He was making himself a challenge, and Cass had always risen to a challenge.

So far, all she had learned was his heart apparently belonged to another, something Cal had shrugged off and said he knew nothing about when Cass had subtly dropped it into a conversation, and that the cold aura Daimon projected was about more than the manifestation of his power.

Her hand stopped on a dress in the middle of the pile, and she lifted it before her. It was sexy, sheer down the sides, perfect for drawing the eye of an eligible male.

Especially if she wore it with no underwear.

A hot flush tripped through her when she recalled how Daimon had reacted a few weeks ago in the garden here, when she had been chasing after him and had lifted her dress because it had been slowing her down.

How his eyes had burned with hunger when he had stared at the exposed curve of her hip and realised she hadn’t been wearing any panties.

Cass closed her eyes and pictured that moment, let it build in her mind again as she feathered her fingers down her neck. She tweaked the scene a little, had him take a step towards her and close the distance, gasped as she imagined him reaching out and fisting her dress in his hands.

Tugging her towards him.

She lowered her hand to her breast, licked her lips and tilted her head back as he kissed down her throat, as he pulled her dress up and planted his strong hands against her bare backside.

Pulled her against him.

A moan threatened to slip from her lips.

She held it back, her breath coming faster as imaginary Daimon behaved far more nicely than his real-life counterpart, surrendering to the attraction that burned between them.

Her fingers slipped from her breast, palm skimming over her stomach, that liquid fire Daimon had ignited in her veins in Hong Kong roaring back into an inferno as she pictured him in those tiny shorts, delectable body spotted with water, light shimmering across hard muscles made for fingers to explore.

To tease.

Cass rolled her hips forwards as her hand reached them, screwed her face up when pleasure arced through her and the fantasy built in her mind.

Daimon squeezed her backside, dropped his lips to her breasts to tease them with a skilled cool tongue before falling to his knees before her.

She arched forwards, her head falling back as his mouth covered her, that wicked tongue sending her out of her mind as it stroked between her thighs.

Oh gods.

She sank her teeth into her lower lip and surrendered to the fantasy, her heart pounding and blood rushing as pleasure built inside her.

Close. She was close.

Gods she needed this, had to take the edge off somehow.

Release eluded her though and frustration began to replace pleasure as she sought it.

She clung to the fantasy, desperate now, her breaths coming faster as she stretched for that one flick of her fingers that would send her over