Daimon (Guardians of Hades #6) - Felicity Heaton Page 0,83

need built inside him, pushing him to the edge. He reached for release with every thrust, each downward plunge Cass made to take him back into her, every gasping moan that she breathed against his lips between kisses.

She murmured things in Russian again.

Demanding things.

Things that had him smiling as he gripped her hips, as he gave her exactly what she wanted, stroking her with the entire length of his cock on each long fast thrust.

She tensed, her moans growing more desperate, and his balls drew up as she gripped him, as she tightened around him and had stars winking across his vision. Good gods.

Cass broke away from his lips, feverishly kissed and nipped at his shoulder, and then pushed back. She threw her head back as she planted her hands against his chest, her black hair spilling like a waterfall down her back as she rode him harder. Her face twisted, bliss painted across it, and he groaned as he watched her.

As he watched his length entering her over and over again.

The dark possessive side of him snarled that she was his now.

He wouldn’t let anyone take her from him.

He grasped her hips and thrust harder into her, possessing her, losing himself to that darker side of his blood. She moaned louder, her face screwing up, lips parting as she tilted her head back.

“Oh gods,” she whispered.

And then screamed.

Her entire body tensed and then pulsed around him, her thighs quivering against his hips as she struggled for breath.

Daimon roared as he followed her, as seed boiled up his shaft and he sank it deep into her, spilling himself so hard his vision tunnelled. He held her on him as his length pulsed and throbbed, clutched her there long after he was done and couldn’t convince himself to release her.

He stared at her, keeping her on him, feeling himself inside her—connected to her.

Mine.

The darker side of his blood snarled that word and he felt it in every inch of him.

She was his.

And he was never letting her go.

Eventually, Cass sagged against his chest, her warm breaths skating across his skin, and he wrapped his arms around her, heart thundering, body tingling as he struggled to come down.

He felt her smile against his chest.

Smiled too when she patted it and whispered.

“Gold medal.”

Chapter 23

Cass lazed at Daimon’s side, sheltered in his arms, her legs tangled with his and her fingers maddening him as they traced circles on his chest, teasing his bare skin with her warmth. A little smile curled her lips as her hand drifted lower, the satisfied edge to her pale blue eyes hitting him hard.

But not as hard as the fact he was holding her like this, sharing a quiet moment that felt intimate.

Life-altering for them both.

He lifted his hand and brushed two fingers through her wavy raven hair, clearing a lock from her face so he could see it better. Gods, she was beautiful. More so now her make-up had been washed away, revealing her natural beauty. Stunning ice-blue eyes that glittered with faint silver stars. Long black lashes framing them. A subtly sloping nose he wanted to drop a kiss on. Full rosy lips that begged him to kiss her there instead.

He had never seen a woman as beautiful, as bewitching as her.

He smiled slightly.

Maybe that was his feelings doing the talking, placing her on that high pedestal for him to worship. He was sure all his brothers would say the same about their women.

She leaned back and he didn’t stop her, not when her fingers kept gliding downwards and arousal tightened his body, had his muscles tensing in a way that was sure to keep her eyes on his body and her mind on another round of lovemaking.

Her tempting lips pursed as her eyes dropped, following her hand. Her fingers encircled his navel. Her gaze flicked up to meet his.

“Is this your favour mark?” She traced one of the wavy beams of ink that arced towards his left hip.

The last time she had asked him that, he hadn’t answered her.

He nodded and glanced down, bit back a groan as he watched her slip her hand lower, to follow the beam that reached down towards his groin.

“Who is it from?” She teased the pointed tip of the beam, far too close to his stirring cock for him to focus on delivering an answer to that question. She seemed to sense it, because she dragged her hand back up and circled his navel, a lazy swirl that kept his