ZINA
"You... you don’t need to tell ." Zina stuttered, looking away from his scorching eyes.
The Daemon effect was in play, and she didn’t believe she would ever be able to conquer Daemon inserting sexual innuendos whenever they were speaking about sothing especially serious.
"Oh, don’t be shy now." He said while his fingers trailed down from her lips to clench her jaw, righting her face until their eyes were glued to each other. Then his fingers trailed down to the nape of her neck, caressing her claiming and hunting mark at the sa ti.
That was a whole different level of sensation on its own, and Zina found herself shutting her eyes to properly imrse herself in the pleasure of his well calculated caresses.
But the mont she briefly closed her eyes, the vision of Daemon’s death flashed before her mory, causing her eyes to fly open instinctively. She quickly regained her sense while groaning lowly at the maddening motions of his fingers on the mark that bonded the both of them.
She cleared her throat, while his eyes watched her like a hawk circling its prey. "Daemon NorthSteed." She gritted in a strong voice that was thankfully free from the fog of her desire, even if that freedom was currently tethering on the edges.
"Ah, calling my full na has got to be the hottest thing that I’ve ever heard."
"Daemon!" She ended up squealing like a child. It was truly a struggle to maintain the pitch of her voice whilst entertaining his finger torture. But squirming away from his touch felt like sothing worse.
"I am being serious," she said more sternly, "my vision was real. It was about a war between the Deford and you." She rattled, hoping the sternness in her voice would get him to stop what he was doing and listen to her properly.
Not like she wanted him to stop....
She felt him slightly tense, but then he descended on the nape of her neck, choosing to kiss her marks instead.
A moan slipped from her lips, and she found herself wounding her arms around his shoulders while pressing her body against his wantonly.
"Daemon," she panted, "can we not have a serious conversation without you resorting to such shenanigan behavior."
Daemon’s only response was kissing her mark harder causing her to moan louder while gripping his shoulders even tighter. He sucked on her claiming mark, and it shot all the way to her core, while her insides clenched.
He then whispered in her ears, "What’s shenanigan about making pups, Zina."
Making what...?
Her eyes widened, dumbstruck and robbed of words. "Da...Daemon! What are you saying?"
"What?" His voice held a playful frown, "don’t you know what it ans to make pups?"
"That is not what I am saying!" She whisper-shouted, truly mortified. Daemon would be the end of her. His shalessness simply knew no bounds.
"You know I can hear your thoughts right?" He teased, resuming kissing the skin of her neck senseless until she was sure she would drown in a sea of pleasure. He nipped at the flesh like it was his last al, and then bit at it like it held the taste of the golden al only eaten by the immortals of fairy tales.
Zina threw her head back to give him enough space to ravish her. Apparently, being turned on ant that she more often than not let go of the control over her mind which in turn gave the man access over everything she thought about.
It was part of the Daemon effect too. A very bad effect if she must say so herself.
"Mmm... I do not think it’s that bad." He said, in response to her thoughts causing her to groan.
"Can you not be in my head...ouch!"
Daemon had managed to pull down her thin slip and was now sucking on her breasts. Zina’s eyes rolled back as Daemon’s mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue teasing and lting her. She felt a rush of pleasure, her body arching into his touch.
"Daemon..." she whispered, her voice barely audible in the ringing rush of blood in her ears. It was as though her heart was beating there which she didn’t believe was remotely possible in the first place.
He lifted his head, his eyes burning with desire. "Yes, my love?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
The goddess...first it was the consistent ’my dear’ that Zina had pretended not to hear. Now, it was ’my love’. Daemon was truly her personal Demon, sent from hell for the sole purpose of tornting her only.
Not like she minded, truly, she did not.
Her face flushed, but she couldn’t help the words tumbling out. "Do you truly want to have children?" She asked because she was mortified that Daemon had glossed over such an important topic that held an important place in her heart.
Having children was both a sore and sweet discussion for her considering her chaotic origins, but at its ultimate, it was her best dream. A dream that rooted in her head when she was fourteen and saw Daemon in her visions, the sa dream that was squashed on the day that she took her vows of chastity, and the sa dream that was resurrected when she found her second chance mate.
It was not a dream she took lightly, nor was it one she could take as lightly as she pleased.
Daemon released her nipple with a decadent pop, his eyes taking her in. "Do you not want to?" He answered her question with another question.
"Of course I want to." Zina answered without missing a beat, "it has always been the first thing I dread of. Having a child... with you."
"Good," Daemon nodded, "keep dreaming only good dreams like this one, and never dream about the bad ones."
"Daemon...." Zina began to protest, knowing that he spoke of the vision of his death but he was quick to cut her short.
"I only need to hear one thing from you, Zina. You know I will protect you at all tis, so tell , will you protect when it cos to it? Will you always be by my side?"
"Of course Daemon. I have never thought of it otherwise. I will always protect you too."
He leaned closer to her, eying her lips. "Then forget all of your bad dreams and focus only on your promise to tonight."
Then his lips crashed down on hers, his kiss devouring her words and her worries. Zina felt herself lting into him, her lips parting to allow Daemon’s tongue to sweep in and claim her.
Their kiss was as intense, passionate, and all-consuming as his promise to her. Zina felt like she was drowning in Daemon’s desire, her own passion rising to et his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their lips tangled in the frenzy of their hurried movents.
Daemon’s hands road over her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and thighs. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers as their kiss deepened.
Zina lost herself to him as she truly understood what was more important to Daemon which was not her visions or a future that was yet to co.
It was the present that was more important to him, and she didn’t feel like dragging him into a vortex of ’what ifs’ anymore. So that night, they worked hard towards having their own children.
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