Sweet Dreams
Daemon smiled kindly, pulling me close and kissing me tenderly.
“My father had a lot of respect for him,” he said softly. “And I know your father would want this marriage done properly.”
I bit my lip, blushing.
“This is proper?”
Daemon grinned. “Not exactly. But I won’t take this,” his hand slid between my legs and cupped my pussy, dragging a finger through my lips and making me moan.
“I won’t claim this until you’re my bride. So soon, Princess,” he purred, his lips brushing mine. “Soon, it won’t just be my tongue I have you coming all over.”