The images of her dream faded as he held her. Eventually, embarrassed and all too aware of what was happening, she pushed away. When she lifted her head and looked into Damon’s eyes, she found sorrow there, empathy, compassion. None of that could filter out the heat glistening in those depths.
His hand at the back of her head tightened, his fingers fisted in her snarled hair and his other hand came to her throat.
“I want you, Kirstin,” he groaned. “I’m not a good man. A good man would have restraint. A good man wouldn’t be selfish enough to ask you for this.”
Her lungs collapsed in her chest and a hard rush of air squeezed out. His tortured words bit into her heart, but they also sent a wave of longing ripping through her. Her heart pounded wildly and her core ached. She was well aware that her nipples pebbled under her sweater and that suddenly the chill had vanished from her bones.
She stared up at Damon, the longing and the need written all over his tortured features. She’d stirred something back at the motel. Something that was supposed to be a ploy, a plan, a plot. It wasn’t just that. It hadn’t been just that since she met Damon two years ago.
Kirstin remembered the tingling she’d felt when she’d seen him. A new prospect, heavily muscled, hardened by a past he was trying to escape. She’d seen how wounded he was then, how desperately he wanted to belong to something, to be a part of a family, a club that meant he had brothers, meant he was part of something more than himself. The first time those blue eyes of his looked her way, she was lost in them.
She was lost in them now.
Her barriers were gone, let down, stripped away. There was nothing normal about her life. She was alive because of this man. It was just him and her and she had no fight left to resist him.
Chapter 11
KIRSTIN
It might be sinful and it might be wrong, but Kirstin’s body remembered Damon’s touch. She longed for him. His smoldering eyes set her ablaze again. Heat flooded her being as she parted her lips to give him permission.
She’d never truly given herself to a man before. Ever. She wanted to. She wanted to give herself to Damon and she wanted to take everything that he had, everything that he was.
Damon fisted his fingers in her hair and as he pulled her into him, his mouth crashed over hers. He kissed her, his mouth warring with hers, pulling from her a submission, a confession, all her desire and her longing. His tongue pushed past her lips, into her mouth. He stroked hers hard, fucking her mouth with his mouth.
“Damon, please,” she panted when she broke away. She wanted him to finish what they hadn’t done in the motel room. Her body remembered and burned and wanted more. He closed his eyes when she said his name, like he was trying to hold onto a shred of self-control. She didn’t want his control. “I want you to lose it. Show me. Show me everything. I want it all.”
His eyes flew open and he let out a strangled roar. His hands flew over her, tearing away her sweater, ripping her tank top. She fumbled with her pants as he tore at his. He didn’t bother taking off his jacket or his t-shirt. He bunched his jeans down his legs and then he knocked her back, frantically, his massive body covering her own. His rigid cock jammed into her thigh. It pulsed there, warm and alive and so very thick and hard.
Goosebumps pebbled her skin and wave after wave of need clenched her. She was naked and though he wasn’t, he was bare in the only way that mattered. She didn’t feel exposed or afraid or vulnerable, truly naked, with him. She felt safe. She trusted him to give her what she needed.
His eyes raked over her naked body and the heat in them nearly was her undoing. He bent his head and claimed her breast, latching onto her nipple and sucking it into his mouth. She moaned and her back arched, thrusting her breast upwards into his beautiful wet mouth. She inhaled hard and smelled sex, her arousal and his, need and violent want.
Lust, heat, and wetness pooled between her thighs. She could feel the beads of moisture trickling down when she shifted. Damon’s cock leaked onto her leg, the moisture warm and wet. She didn’t want him there, pressed against her thigh. She wanted him inside.
She squirmed under him until he released her breast. He grazed her nipple with his teeth as he let go and she let out a sound that was entirely animalistic.
She tried to sit up and he backed off, letting her take the lead. His eyes burned into hers as he leaned back, his arms beneath him, on the blanket. She moved, tugging at his jeans and his boxers, pulling them down further. His cock stood up in the air, pulsing, thick, leaking from the tip.
Her mouth watered and the desire to taste him was so strong that just looking at his beautiful erection made her pulse between her legs.
She reached out and wrapped her hand around his warm, hard shaft. He let out a hiss of air, but leaned back. His eyes slammed shut.
He didn’t try and stop her from doing what she wanted most. He didn’t take her face or push her away or tell her that he was dirty again and not for her. He let her lean forward and wrap her lips around him.
She opened her mouth as wide as it could go, so hard that her jaw ached. She fit what she could of his massive dick inside. He slid over her tongue and to the back of her throat. She pulled back a little, before she gagged. God, he was half inside if that. He was fucking huge and it was terrifying and thrilling. She had him in her mouth, but her core pounded so furiously, he might as well have been there.
Kirstin worked him with her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and sliding her lips over him. She took him to the back of her throat, over and over, while she worked the part of his shaft that she’d never be able to get to with her tight hand. He groaned and his hips bucked, helping her set a rhythm.
Salty beads of moisture coated her tongue as she sucked him, playing her tongue over the velvety tip of his cock. She explored him like he’d done to her in the motel room, running her tongue along the head, over the sensitive slit, lapping up the liquid that spilled out. She learned the ridges of him, the veins. He let her take her time with him. He didn’t thrust hard into her mouth and choke her or fuck her like he could have, though she could literally feel him trembling beneath her in an effort to hold himself back.
Finally his hand tangled in her hair and he tugged her face back. “Oh god, Kirstin… I need to be inside of you. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Yes.” The husky, desperate voice didn’t even sound like hers. She planted a hand on his massive chest. Her fingers grabbed hold of the soft leather and she pushed backwards. “Lay back. I want to ride you.”
His eyes rolled back in his head. “Holy fuck.” His cock throbbed and kicked and while she watched, another shiny drop of moisture spilled from the tip. She knew what he tasted like now, and a heady shiver ripped through her. She needed to feel him as badly as he needed to feel her.
Damon’s shoulders hit the ground and she climbed on top of him. It should have bothered her that they were in various states of undress. She was completely naked and he was half clothed. Even worse, they were in the middle of fucking nowhere, in the bush, surrounded by dirt and trees and with the threat of death looming over their heads. But she didn’t give a fuck about any of that at the moment.
She’d never felt like she did, powerful, womanly, sensual, sexual, completely fucking insane, as she spread her legs and straddled Damon’s massive hips. Maybe it was because of the fucked up situation that she felt so alive. Maybe it was the fact that they could have died back at the motel room that made her want to live for the first time.
Maybe she just wanted him and her good sense and better judgment had evaporated along with the darkness of the night.
Maybe she just wanted him to fuck her.
She stopped thinking, stopped reasoning, stopped justifying, and just let herself go.
Her hand closed around his cock and she guided him to her entrance. The tip of his cock was slick and shiny with his arousal and she was soaking wet, swollen and needy. He was a little shocked at just how wet she was. Her thighs were soaked in her
juices. His cock teased her sensitive pussy as she shifted, helping him find her entrance.
Her hands gripped Damon’s hard shoulders and her fingers dug into the leather. His heat crept into her palm even through the clothes. He kept his eyes closed and when she leaned forward and sunk down just a little, spearing herself on the tip of his cock, her eyes slammed shut too.
“You’re so big,” she moaned. “Fuck, it hurts, but it feels so good.”
Damon let out an animalistic growl as she sunk down a little further. He stretched her and she was right, it did fucking hurt, but it also felt better than anything she’d ever known was possible.
“You should not say things like that if you want this to last,” he ground out.
She didn’t open her eyes, but her lips curled up in a smile. A heady rush of power swept through her. She felt a tremble rip through him and it was completely astonishing that she could bring a man like him to his knees. Well… to his back. That she could subdue him and tame him and make him feel what she felt. That she could give him exactly what he needed and that he could do the same for her, give her the pleasure and relief she craved.
“I’m on the pill,” she panted. “So don’t you dare fucking pull out.”
His body jerked hard again and his cock flexed inside of her. “Oh god… Kirstin.” She wiggled her hips and opened her legs and sunk down further. Her body was used to him now. He was big, so big, and she was tight, but it no longer felt like he was going to rip her apart.
She continued her slow descent until he was seated fully inside of her and she felt his balls hit her ass. Her eyes watered and her body clenched tight. It felt like he was in her fucking stomach. She leaned forward, inhaling that heady combination of leather and masculinity. Damon’s eyes opened as his hands gripped her hips. They were wild, the blue darker, the pupils dilated.
He kept one hand on her hip as she started to move. She was gentle at first, slow tentative rocks. The other hand reached up and cupped her breast. He toyed with her nipple, and the shards of pleasure were echoed much lower.
She started a rhythm that was burning hot and so fucking intense that every single muscle in her body felt it and clenched tight. Her pussy tightened around him as his cock pulsed. It spurred her forward, the way Damon trembled beneath her, around her, inside of her. She rocked harder, grinding down on him. He didn’t move. He didn’t thrust. He let her give and take what she needed.
Kirstin threw back her head. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation of him inside of her, stretching her and filling her impossibly full. She rocked harder and he released her breast and though she wasn’t watching, she knew he was. Her breasts slammed hard against her chest as she rose up and lowered herself back down. She gyrated and swayed, letting him hit all of her spots. It hurt. He hurt, but she reveled in the pain. The shards of pleasure rocketed through her body every time she moved. She was so close. So fucking close. Her legs trembled. Her body strained. She worked him as she climbed, higher and higher, searching for that pinnacle. Her body screamed for release.
Just when she was almost there, so close, Damon’s hand fell from her hip. His fingers came between them and when she pushed herself up, he pressed down on her clit, stroking her sweetly and so gently, but the little bit of pressure was all it took to send her careening off the edge.
A heady mix of pain and pleasure tore through her and that’s when Damon thrust. His hips pivoted up, slamming into her. She bucked and ground against him, riding out the storm. The darkness gathered behind her eyes and the lights burst at his hard, frantic pace. He slammed into her and she slammed down on him. Her breasts slapped against her chest and his balls hit her ass as he drove himself inside of her, over and over again.
Her pussy clenched around him and though she thought she was already riding on clouds, his hard thrusts pushed her into another shattering climax. She let out a strangled cry that was probably his name, but she heard nothing. She was floating, soaring, up there above the trees, in the blue cloudless sky. The waves of bliss took her, threw her up and over and tossed her around as Damon pounded into her.
He gripped her hips hard when he came. His roar echoed in her ear and though she was coming down again, the hot jets that filled her and the way his cock kicked, threw her into another painfully erotic climax.
She screamed and this time, she knew it was his name. Her fingers bit into his shoulders and she struggled to ride out the bliss that was ripping through every single bit of her.
They pulsed and shook and shivered together. She trembled inside and he quaked against her flexing inner muscles.
He let her regain her breath before he fisted his hand in her hair and tugged her down for a kiss that was so passionate it stole what little breath she’d managed to regain.
When she pulled away and opened her eyes, she found his eyes heavy lidded. He stared up at her with something that could have been wonderment. No one had ever looked at her that way before.
No one had ever made her feel like that, made her come so hard, made her lose herself completely. She’d never understood why people said sex was becoming one with another person.
Until that moment.
Her heart kicked hard in her chest and it wasn’t just from the physical exertion. Emotion squeezed her chest so hard she felt like her ribs were going to implode and crush her lungs. She felt like her heart had ruptured and was slowly bleeding out. She was warm inside, painfully warm, and she didn’t understand it.
She was so close to Damon. So close. Too close. Their sweat mingled, their skin stuck together, his cock still pulsed inside of her and her body answered with aftershocks of her own.
He blinked hard up at her, like he too was under the influence of whatever spell hit them and held them captive.
Kirstin pulled away first. She wasn’t going to roll off and let his arms wrap around her. There was no afterglow. She’d never done that in her life. She imagined that’s what love looked like, two bodies giving each other pleasure and basking in the intimacy of it after. She couldn’t let him hold her. She had perilously few walls left. If he held her like that, he’d break her.
“We need to get moving,” she said slowly. She scrambled for her clothes.
The sounds of them getting dressed, the whisper of cloth sliding over skin, the hiss of a zipper, the zing of laces being tied, echoed around them.
Kirstin needed her strength. They were far from safety, far from freedom, far from everything. She needed to keep her wits. She needed that iron exterior because it was the only way she knew how to keep herself safe. She couldn’t let Damon in. If she did, he’d own her, and she’d never wanted to be anything but her own person. She’d lost everything that was dear to her when her mother and father had been murdered. That pain was too raw, too fresh, to risk inflicting more wounds on her shredded interior. Real feelings, for the time, were a luxury she couldn’t afford.
She might have given Damon her body because she needed to, she needed him, but she wasn’t giving him her heart and she’d never surrender her soul.
Chapter 12
DAMON
St. Paul was a long way from Detroit.
After stopping in some tiny town to ditch the bikes and lift a ride, complete with a new license plate he just happened to have on him, he’d spent the remaining daylight hours covering as much ground as possible.
Their journey wasn’t made any faster by the fact that he had to stick to back roads, which were often not maintained and even though it was summer and the weather was good, the potholes and crumbling roads were not. The family sedan piece of domestic shit wasn’t comfortable either.
Kirstin hardly said two words to him. He half understood her silence and was half worried that he’d pushed her too far, that he’d forced himself on her earlier.
But no. She asked me, begged me. She was willing. She came for me. I didn’t hurt her. I went slow…
His hands gripped the wheel so tight that his knuckles had long ago lost any
feeling. He didn’t even realize he was grinding his teeth until a pounding at his temples alerted him to the fact that his jaw was pretty much locked up. He relaxed it and let out a long exhale. The night was just about as dark as the last, so he kept his eyes trained on the narrow path the headlights carved in the black they hurtled through.
“I- how did you learn to do that?” Kirstin’s voice sounded strange, rusty from not using it all day.
Damon was so surprised, he nearly steered off the road when he tuned to look at her. She let out a little startled gasp and he quickly corrected their trajectory. “Sorry,” he mumbled. His body heated, half with embarrassment, half with awareness, since her royal highness beside him deemed it fitting to strike up a conversation after the better part of twelve hours.
“How did I learn to do what?”
“Jack cars? I mean, driving is one thing. Working on them is too. Hot-wiring it- that was- well, I’m sure it’s not a talent that everyone has.”
Despite his exhaustion and the tension turning his shoulder muscles to rock solid lumps, his lips curled up at the corners. “I don’t know if you really want me to answer that.”
“Why? Because it’s bad? I grew up with my dad being VP for a club for the past decade and a half. I’m acquainted with the fact that sometimes good people do bad shit.”
“I’m not sure I can be classified as that.”
“What? A good person who does bad shit?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know that anyone is either fully good or fully bad. I think there’s a lot of gray in there. People who think that they’re better than anyone else… they’re just full of it. Or they’re the worst ones deep down, the ones you really have to watch out for.”
“Oh really?” Damon rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the psychology lesson.”
“Asshole,” Kirstin muttered.
Damon’s temper flared. “Maybe if I didn’t spend the last half a day driving us away from a man and an entire club who wants us dead, I’d be a little more- what would you people call it since we’re in the habit of using big words suddenly… amenable? Is that one okay?”
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