Chapter 12: Beyond the curse R-18

The air in the hallway was thick, charged with a tension

that had been simmering for days.

Daemon didn’t wait for her to walk; he swept Victoria up

into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his

waist.

He carried her up the staircase, their lips locked in a kiss

that tasted of desperation and long-awaited relief. Every

step they climbed was punctuated by a soft *mwah* and

the sound of their heavy, synchronized breathing.

By the time he kicked her bedroom door shut, the world

outside the room had ceased to exist. He lowered her onto

the silk sheets of the oversized bed, his body hovering over

hers.

Victoria didn’t move. She lay there, her chest heaving, her

eyes locked onto his.

There was a predatory hunger in her gaze, the look of a

wolf that had finally found its mate. The intensity of her

stare felt like a physical heat, sending a surge of fire

straight to Daemon’s core. He could feel himself hardening, his pulse drumming a

frantic rhythm against his ribs. He leaned down, capturing

her lips again.

This kiss was different—slower, deeper, a careful

exploration of everything they had denied themselves. He

pulled back just an inch, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Are

you sure about this, Victoria? Once we start... I don’t think

I can stop.

" Victoria didn’t answer with words. A small, knowing smile

played on her lips. "Did I say I wanted you to stop?" She

reached up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him

back down into a kiss that practically demanded he devour

her.

Daemon’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for the

hem of her top. He pulled it over her head in one fluid

motion, followed by her shorts. Now, she lay before him in

only her bra and panties.

The sudden exposure made her flush a deep, vivid

crimson. Instinctively, she brought her hands up to cover

her chest, her eyes darting away. "Don’t," Daemon

whispered. He gently took her wrists, pinning them lightly to the bed,

and leaned down to press a lingering kiss to the slope of

her upper breast, just above the lace of her bra. He felt her

shudder beneath him.

Slowly, with a dexterity born of anticipation, he unclipped

the bra. As the fabric fell away, Daemon froze. He had

known she was well-endowed, but seeing her completely

bare was different.

Her breasts were full and heavy, the pale skin contrasting

beautifully with the dark sheets, topped with peaked, rosy

nipples that were already tight from the cold and the

excitement. Victoria noticed his silence and let out a soft,

teasing huff.

"Don’t stare too much, Daemon... or I might just have to

devour you myself." "I can’t help it," he murmured.

"You’re... incredible." He didn’t wait for another tease. He

leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking

with a sudden, ferocious intensity. "Ah! Mmmh!" Victoria’s

back arched off the bed, a loud moan escaping her throat.

The sensation was overwhelming. Daemon switched from

one breast to the other, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peaks before sucking them deep into his mouth.

He was relentless, his saliva coating her skin, leaving a

glistening trail of moisture across her chest.

Victoria’s fingers found the back of his head, her nails

digging into his scalp, pressing him closer. "Haa... yes...

right there... *please*..." She was shaking now, the

pleasure building in a tight knot in her lower belly.

Daemon didn’t let up, his mouth working with a starving

hunger.

The combination of the physical stimulation and the

emotional weight of the moment pushed her over the

edge. "Oh! Ahhh!" Victoria cried out, her body convulsing

in a sudden, violent peak.

She gasped for air, her chest heaving as the orgasm

crashed over her. Below, her panties were now soaked,

clinging to her skin.

Daemon pulled back, looking at her. She looked wrecked

in the best way possible—cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, and

lips swollen. She looked breathtaking. He quickly stripped off his own

shirt, tossing it blindly across the room. He shifted down

the bed, his face coming level with her lap.

He could see the dampness of her underwear, the fabric

darkened by her arousal. With a slow, deliberate

movement, he slid the lace panties down her legs.

For the first time, he saw her fully. Her "pink flower" was

nestled perfectly, a delicate, soft hue framed by a small

patch of neatly trimmed red-tinted hair.

It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Daemon

didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue finding her clitoris

with an aggression that made Victoria scream.

"AH! Daemon! Oh god!" He was like a beast, his tongue

flicking and swirling, drinking in her sweetness as if he had

been starving for a lifetime. Victoria couldn’t handle the

sheer volume of the pleasure.

She pressed his head harder against her, her hips bucking

wildly. "I’m... I’m cumming! Daemon, don’t stop! Please,

don’t stop!" She shattered again, her climax even more intense than the first. She wailed into the quiet room, her

muscles tightening around him as she released everything.

Daemon stayed there, drinking her in, refusing to pull

away until the last of her tremors subsided. Victoria lay

there, staring at the ceiling, her breath coming in jagged

sobs of happiness.

She had never known sex—or the promise of it—could

feel like this. She was new to this world, terrified and

excited all at once, but as she looked at the man between

her legs, she knew there was no one else she wanted. *I

love him,* she realized, the thought hitting her with the

force of a tidal wave. *I really love him.*

She reached down, grabbing his face and pulling him up

until he was level with her breasts. "Daemon," she

whispered, her voice trembling. "I love you. I love you so

much." She pulled him into a deep, searing kiss.

Daemon froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. He

hadn’t expected the confession now, but the timing felt

perfect. He held her face in his hands, his gaze burning with a

mixture of love and protectiveness. "I love you too,

Victoria," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "From

the moment I saw you at our wedding... I liked you. I

wanted you. And I promise you, no matter what happens, I

will save you.

I don’t care what the curse says. I’ll find a way."

Victoria let out a small, choked sob and threw her arms

around him, curling into his chest and hugging him as if she

were afraid he might vanish.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, simply breathing

each other in. Slowly, the heat returned, stronger than

before.

Daemon pulled back just enough to reach for his own

pants and boxers. He stripped them off in one motion,

leaving himself completely exposed and pulsing with need.

He moved back over her, the friction of their naked skin

sending sparks through his nerves...

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