Daimon (Guardians of Hades #6) - Felicity Heaton Page 0,82

ripped her flimsy underwear away, as his mouth met bare flesh and he stroked his tongue hard over her pert bead.

“Gods,” she muttered and clutched him, hips rocking in a sensual way.

And he discovered he loved that about her, loved the fact she participated in everything, didn’t just lay there and let him do the work. She rode his tongue, moaning things in Russian that cranked the heat in his veins up another ten degrees.

Daimon stroked his fingers over her soft slick flesh as he suckled her bead, groaned against her as he felt how wet she was, how ready for him. His cock kicked against the blue covers and he lowered his hips and rubbed against them, needing some relief.

Cass cried out when he eased two fingers into her, her heat gripping them tightly as she clenched, ripping another low moan from him. He pumped her as he rubbed his length against the mattress, his breaths coming faster in time with hers.

She suddenly stilled and wriggled, shifting up the bed and pulling away from him.

Had he done something wrong?

He lifted his head to look at her, sure that he had.

She did look angry.

But then her face softened.

“You keep doing that, and I won’t get you inside me and I need you inside me, Daimon.” She jerked her chin towards him and heat scalded his cheeks when he realised she was talking about him rubbing the covers.

“Been a while,” he muttered. “Got a bit carried away.”

She smiled softly. “Been a while for me too.”

But probably nowhere near as long as it had been for him.

She patted the covers beside her.

He crawled up the bed to her but rather than going where she wanted, he prowled towards her instead. Her smile gained a wicked edge again as he forced her backwards, as she hit the bedclothes beneath him and he covered her again.

She skimmed her hand down his arm as he kissed her, savouring the way her tongue tangled with his, how their breath mingled. A groan leaked from him when she took hold of his hand and placed it between her thighs, stroked herself with him before her fingers trailed away.

He kept stroking her, lost in how slick she was.

So lost he didn’t notice her hand moving until it suddenly wrapped around his cock.

He barked out a moan and gritted his teeth, shuddered as bliss rolled through him. Her hand was hot on his flesh, gliding up and down it, sending lightning striking along his nerves with every stroke.

“Gods,” he uttered and pressed his forehead to hers, unable to focus on kissing her as she stroked him, as her fingers closed around his shaft to squeeze it.

He was about to tell her to stop when she flipped him and rose over him, her hands pinning his shoulders to the mattress and her lips descending on his. She moaned in time with him as she brought her hips down, as her slick heat pressed against his hard shaft.

Daimon swallowed hard.

Fought the urge to roll her over and bury himself in her.

Because he had the feeling his little sorceress wanted to be in charge.

And gods, he was fine with that.

She stroked her right hand down his chest. His heart drummed hard against it, and he tensed as she reached his stomach.

“Relax,” she murmured against his lips.

Easy for her to say.

He breathed through the panic, through the spike in arousal, and focused on kissing her. It worked until she gripped his cock.

He reached for it too, needing to rush this part, before he lost his nerve.

He closed his hand around hers and positioned the blunt tip, groaned with her as it brushed through her soft flesh and nudged inside. The moment he began to inch inside her, he released his length and seized her hips, pushed her down onto it. A sweet cry left her lips, the sound drugging, his new addiction.

Together with the way she rotated her hips on him, swirling them in a maddening way.

He tipped his head back into the mattress, clutched her hips and pumped into her, lost in a thousand colliding sensations. She planted her hands to his chest, scalding him with her touch and kissed him again as she began to move on him, bouncing in time with his thrusts. Her breath stuttered against his lips, breasts brushing his chest each time he plunged into her, her soft cries guiding him.

Daimon pressed his heels into the bed and bent his knees, pumping her harder, losing himself as