The Fae King's Dream (Between Dawn and Dusk #2) - Jamie Schlosser Page 0,72
push away the building tightness. My toes curl against the sheets as he licks and sucks. I stab my fingers through my hair, pulling the strands to get a distracting sting against my scalp.
One of Damon’s hands leaves my butt, and he reaches down. At first I think he’s going to stick his fingers in me, but when I peer through my eyelashes, I see that he’s grasping his dick. He’s grabbing the tip, almost in a strangling hold.
So he doesn’t come.
He’s trying to hold out for me.
The fact that going down on me turns him on that much is my undoing.
Clamping my fingers over my mouth, I try to contain my shout of ecstasy. My hips buck, riding Damon’s face as I draw out the orgasm. He growls against my clit, and the vibrations cause a few more spasms in my core.
I’m panting as my limbs go slack.
Lazily, Damon drags his tongue over my entire slit before kissing my inner thigh. Then he crawls up my body, planting quick pecks along the way.
“That was…” I’m lost for words.
“Amazing? Fantastic? Incredible?”
I laugh. “All of the above.”
When Damon blows on my nipple, the stimulation causes the flesh to tighten, and heat blooms in my lower belly all over again.
Even though I just came, I want him even more than I did last night. Now that I know what it’s like to have him inside me, my body throbs from his absence. The emptiness.
“Will it always be this way?” I ask breathlessly, arching when Damon’s mouth closes around my breast. “I’m afraid I’ll never get enough of you.”
“That’s how it is with fated mates.” He kisses along my collarbone, using his teeth and tongue like he’s been practicing this for hundreds of years.
“You’re a quick learner, you know that?”
He chuckles. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about all the ways I’d pleasure my mate.”
Déjà vu hits me when Damon walks his fingers up my stomach, and I hold my breath while memories flash at me.
These knuckles. The way he dips his pinky into my belly button and wiggles it a little.
I’ve seen this before.
“Oh my God,” I gasp out.
“What?” Concerned at the change in my tone, Damon pushes up to look down at me.
“I’ve dreamed about you. A long time ago, I had premonitions about this moment.” I pick up his hand. “And probably others in the future, too.”
His lips curl up. “Sex dreams?”
Biting my lip, I nod. “A lot of them.”
“And did you—” He lowers his head to lick my throat “—get off?”
I barely suppress a moan when he sucks on the spot. “Yes.”
“Many times?”
“Yep. I never saw your face, just your hands. I thought it was normal hormones causing it, but it was you.”
“I’ll do my best to fulfill these prophecies of yours,” he mumbles seriously against my jaw. “As your mate, it’s my duty.”
While his lips fuse with mine, he fills me with two fingers. My eyes roll back into my head, and I let out a raspy groan. With Damon’s tongue stroking mine and his fingers pumping in and out of my tight heat, I’m completely at his mercy.
I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the day right here. I’ve already missed my post-lunch meeting with Astrid, and I can forego my sparring lesson.
Hooking my ankle around Damon’s ass, I pull him between my legs.
As he removes his fingers from me, he guides his swollen tip to my soaked center. I quiver with anticipation.
Unlike last night, Damon’s not wearing pants, and I totally approve of this. I’m about to wiggle out of his nightshirt when a ding, ding, ding makes me pause.
“What’s that?” Someone’s ringing a bell. Faster now. More insistent.
I’ve started to hate that freaking sound.
“Fuck.” Damon jumps off the bed, swipes his leather pants from the shelf, and shoves his legs in faster than I thought possible. “It’s an alarm. Guess we’ve got company.”
“You said lake travel is suspended.”
“It is.”
“Shit.” Spying my dress hanging on the hook, I start to get up, but Damon holds out his hand. At first, I think he’s going to lecture me about how I have to stay down here because it’s too dangerous.
Instead, he closes his eyes and cocks his head to the side. Like he’s listening intently.
When his eyes fly open, he barely has time to cover me with his body before I hear a thundering boom, a deafening crack, and then something busts through the ceiling.