AMIRA’S POV
“Now, I’m going to reward you next, my slave.”
I replayed his words over and over, feeling drunk on them.
My jaw ached, my throat was sore, and the taste of him lingered in my mouth, but I’d never felt more aroused as I stared up at Daemon, his dangerous expression making me melt.
He shifted off me, laid back, and gripped my waist, positioning me to straddle him. My thighs were slick with arousal, and when his hands tightened painfully on my hips, I moaned, the sting only amplifying the pleasure.
Daemon ran his nose along my throat before biting down, marking me as he growled in satisfaction.
“Rub that wet p***y against my d**k,” he commanded. “Work it like your life depends on it—like you’re desperate to come.”
With my inner muscles clenching, I began moving a
