by L. A. Casey
I lazily dragged my tongue across my lower lip, watching Damien’s pupils dilate as his eyes followed the movement.
“What do I say when you hear me voice?” I asked; my voice sounding thick with desire.
Damien huffed a laugh. “You don’t want to know, freckles.”
I scrunched up my face in displeasure. “Why do you call me that?”
He lifted his hand, and with his pinkie finger, he ran the tip over my nose and underneath my eyes.
“You have a splash of freckles right here.”
“If you say you think they’re cute,” I grunted. “I may slap you.”
Damien simpered. “Cute is not a word I associate with you.”
My pulse spiked.
“What word do you associate with me?”
“I have a few,” he replied, lowering his hand from my face. “Smart, funny, hard-working ... beautiful, elegant, sexy as sin.”
I gasped. “You think I’m funny?”
Damien almost instantly burst into laughter.
“Hell yes, you’re funny.” His shouders shook as he laughed. “Out of all the words I said, you picked funny.”
I blushed. “No one has ever said I was funny before.”
“Well, you are.”
I leaned in a little closer to him. “You think I’m beautiful and elegant?”
“And sexy as sin,” he replied, his voice raspy. “Can’t forget about that.”
I smiled, and I heard a little groan come up Damien’s throat like he was straining to contain it. I stood from the bed and kicked my heels off before I turned to face him. I groaned, and looked down at my feet as I wiggled my toes.
“Jesus, it feels good to take those hell blocks off.”
“Hell blocks?”
“Until you’ve walked in high heels,” I playfully glared at Damien, “you will never understand how much they hurt.”
“It’s a good thing I’m tall then.”
“Hmmm.” I licked my lower lip. “It’s definitely a good thing that you’re tall.”
“You’re looking at me like you want to pounce on me, freckles.”
“I do.”
Damien’s whole body tensed. I stared down at him, and in that moment, I made the decision to freely give myself to him. I couldn’t stand wanting him anymore, I needed to have him.
My body felt like it was a live wire of electricity. I wanted Damien to kiss me and touch me more than my next breath. I didn’t want him to make the first move; I was too aware of him to allow that to happen. Instead, I stepped forward, parted his thighs with my knees, and stepped between them.
“Alannah, what are—”
I brought my mouth down on top of his and took what I’d wanted since the first moment I saw him. I lifted my hands, thrusted them into his hair, and almost dropped to my knees with desire. His hair was thick and soft—so freaking soft. I tangled my fingers around the strands and tugged.
“You’re playing a dangerous game with me, Lana,” Damien said against my lips, his voice husky. “I’d walk away if I were you.”
Boldness surged through me.
“That sounds like a challenge to me.”
“Talking.” Damien groaned into my mouth. “We’re supposed to be talking.”
“We are,” I replied, sliding my tongue over his lower lip. “We’re talkin’ with our bodies.”
Ursula from The Little Mermaid did say never to underestimate the importance of body language, and at that moment, I had never related to a Disney quote more in my entire life.
Damien broke our heated kiss and stared up at me, his expression one of shock. It was quickly replaced by one so full of heat and longing that by the time he drew me against him, I was trembling with anticipation.
“I want you so much,” he breathed. “God knows I’ve dreamed of touching you, kissing you, tasting you.”
I had to lock my knees together to keep from falling to them.
“What will you do to me if I let you touch me?” I asked, my voice thick with desire. “I need to hear it.”
“I’d kiss you. Nice and slow until my lips are all you know. My hands would explore every inch of you until you only knew my touch. I’d love you so good, the feel of me would be imbedded into you for life. I’d make your body mine.”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Please, I want that.”
More than my next breath.
Damien pulled me against him and covered his mouth with mine. He growled against my lips before he stood. Hooking his hands around the back of my thighs, he picked me up as he moved. I gasped into his mouth, latching my arms around his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist.
“I love how tall you are,” I panted, pulling back to gaze at him. “It makes me feel tiny.”
“You are tiny,” Damien said, pushing my dress up with one hand so he could palm my behind.
He touched his lips to mine once more, moulding them together as his tongue slid inside in a kiss so ravenous it caused my spine to arch, my heart to slam into my chest, and my skin to flush with pleasure. My thoughts were scattered with every thrust and slide of his tongue, licking against my own. Damien’s kiss was so consuming I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I blurted against his lips. “And I love your hair. It’s so feckin’ pretty and soft. What conditioner do you use? Actually, never mind. I love your face. My God, do I love your face. Your dimples are stunnin’.”
I felt Damien’s laughter vibrate against my lips before he kissed down my jawline to my neck where he feathered kisses over my skin, causing goosebumps to break out over my body.
“You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve dreamed of doin’ to you and you doin’ to me,” I purred, hoping to God I sounded sultry.
Damien scraped his teeth over my sweet spot, and it caused my back to arch, which pushed my breasts against him. His hands on my behind squeezed me tightly.
“Why don’t you tell me in detail what you’ve dreamed of us doing?” he asked. “I need to hear that.”
“You used your m-mouth on me,” I stammered. “And when I thought that would kill me, you added your fingers and use them both to make me scream.”
Damien lightly bit my neck, encouraging me to continue.
“Your tongue.” I hummed. “You’d lick, and suck, and taste me all over until I was putty in your hands”
I sucked in a sharp breath when Damien suddenly turned and dislodged my arms and legs from around him as he pushed me from his body and onto the mattress with a bounce. He rid himself of his shirt with one tug, and watching that sent a shiver up my spine.
“You’re perfect,” I said, staring up at him. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
His tanned skin seemed to glow in the lighting as strands of his white hair fell forward into his eyes. He lifted a hand to push them away, and the flex of his bicep had my insides clenching with need. His broad shoulders were begging for my teeth to sink into them, and the lines of his abdominal muscles taunted my fingers to run over them.
You have no idea what you’re doing to me.
“Perfect?” he repeated as he gripped the hem of my dress and pushed it up to my waist. “No, baby, that’d be you.”
Without a single word, he gripped the top of my dress, pulled the straps down my shoulders, and tugged the material down until my bare breasts were free. I didn’t wear a bra with my dress—I didn’t need to—and if Damien’s groan was anything to go by, he seemed to appreciate that. He left my dress bunched up at my waist and leaned back on his heels so he could roam his eyes over me.
“You’re stunning, Lana.”
My body hummed with delight as he slid his hands up my thighs, skimmed my stomach, and flattened them over my breasts. He cupped them, giving them a gentle squeeze before he ran his thumbs over the hardened, sensitive pink tips. The tingling sensation drew a slight moan from me as heat pooled between my legs, an incessant throb growing with each tantalising touch.
I felt my cheeks
burn when his gaze locked on the centre of my thighs.
“Lace?” he questioned without looking at me.
“I like pretty u-underwear.”
“So do I.” Damien looked up at me with fire in his eyes. “Christ, I’ll never get this image of you out of my head.”
I didn’t want him to.
“What are you goin’ to do to me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He licked his lips. “What I’ve wanted to do to you from the first moment I saw you.”
“What’s that?”
I shrieked when he gripped the hem of my underwear and yanked them from my body. If the rustled sound of fabric tearing was anything to go by, I’d say he even ripped them in the process. I could barely breathe when my thighs were parted, and Damien brought his face down to my pussy. He inhaled deeply, and I knew mortification at that moment.
“Damien!” I cried and desperately tried to shut my legs, but he didn’t let me. “Why are you sniffin’ me? Oh, God! Do you have a weird fetish or somethin’?”
He chuckled but didn’t move a muscle other than when he stopped me from wriggling.
“No,” he mused. “I’m savouring how you smell because it’s damn good.”
If I ever spoke to him again after this, it would be too soon.
“This is indecent!” I stated, my entire face burning. “You can’t just … Damien!”
The first flick of his hot, wet tongue was unexpected, and oh so delicious.
“Holy Mary, Mother of God.”
“Pray to whoever you want, freckles. No one can save you from me now.”
With that said, he began to lick and suck on my pussy lips, then he used his tongue to part them. I felt myself go cross-eyed, and it was all I could do not to buck my hips in his face. His tongue slid up the trail of slick heat until he curled it around my clit and gifted me with a sensation I never knew existed.
I reached down with my hand, tangled my fingers in his hair, and held on for dear life.
He applied pressure as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, and the action sucked the air out of me. It was too much sensation—too much of a new sensation—for my body to handle. I couldn’t lie still, so Damien hooked his arms around my thighs and applied heavy-handed pressure on them, which helped to keep me in place.
“Dame, Dame, Dame, Dame,” I panted as my breathing turned irregular. “Oh!”
His response was to shake his head from side to side rapidly, flicking his tongue over my clit as he moved. It sent shocks of bliss shooting up my spine.
“Oh God!” I shouted at the new sensation of pure desire it brought. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!”
I screamed for only a second before I sucked in air, holding it in my lungs as mounting pleasure suddenly caused my thighs to quiver with anticipation. For a second, I felt a sharp sensation close to pain and then numbness, before a thrashing of what I could only describe as Heaven washed over me. Then a throbbing of delight exploded through me. My muscles contracted in response as if they were cheering on the sensation that curled around them.
I released the breath I was holding when my lungs demanded I do so. I didn’t even realise I had closed my eyes, but I couldn’t open them if I wanted to, so it didn’t even matter. My limbs became lax as all traces of energy fled, and it was all I could do not to fall asleep.
“You’re so beautiful, freckles.” Damien’s voice rasped as he parted my thighs farther apart. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable.”
That was the only warning he gave me before my insides tensed as they were stretched and invaded. My eyes flew open, and a strangled whimper passed my lips. My hands latched onto Damien’s thick arms as he stilled inside me, and my back arched as a slight pinch of pain cut through my core.
“It’ll pass,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Give it a second.”
He lowered his head and kissed me with so much tenderness and care it was easy to focus on his lips instead of the discomfort. He whispered words of encouragement against my swollen lips and brushed the tip of his nose against mine, then rested his forehead on mine and stared deeply into my eyes.
We were one at that moment.
Before long, I wriggled my hips, pulling a pained groan from Damien who was trying his hardest to remain as still as a statue. I wriggled once more and only felt a slight bit of discomfort, but to my surprise, the pinch of pain had subsided completely. The second I hummed, Damien took it as a green light to move. When he withdrew slowly and thrust back in, my muscles tightened.
It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t exactly feel good either.
“Relax, baby,” he rasped. “You’re squeezing me like a vice.”
“You relax!” I countered. “It feels like a melon is bein’ shoved up me.”
Damien had the nerve to chuckle, and it held my attention, but when he withdrew and thrust back into my body, I allowed my head to fall back against the bed as I moaned. He fell into a rhythm, and it took away my ability to think coherently, let alone speak.
“Christ,” Damien breathed as he lowered his head and planted kisses along my neck. “You feel incredible.”
I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips, hooking my ankles to lock them in place. I couldn’t control how vocal I was, especially when every thrust sent a ripple of shivers through my body and made me hungry for more.
“Oh!” I gasped when a lick of pleasure curled around my inner muscles.
“Yeah,” Damien rasped. “Oh!”
“Keep doin’ that.” I panted. “Oh, keep doin’ that!”
“I couldn’t stop if you paid me,” Damien replied, sweat beading on his forehead.
Fast and hard poundings replaced the slow and gentle thrusts. I dug my fingers into Damien’s flesh when the desire to bite something struck. I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. Like an animal, I leaned forward and latched my teeth onto his neck and bit down. Damien thrust into me so hard in response a resounding slap echoed in the room.
“Fu…ck! Uh, yeah! You’re going to ruin me for any other woman.”
I bloody well hoped so.
“God, I could keep you forever,” he proceeded to say, his voice thick with passion.
I released him and pressed my forehead to his as I swallowed. “Will you keep me?”
“Yes.” He panted, nudging my face with his. “God, yes. You’re mine.”
My heart thumped with delight, and a huge smile overtook my face. It was quickly wiped away when scorching heat spread over my body like butter, causing goose bumps to break out on my skin. My mouth suddenly opened in a silent scream when a rumble started in my core and kept building until an explosion of light burst from within me. The pleasure that began to ripple through my body sent small spasms rolling through my limbs and left me trembling.
When I came to, I was repeating Damien’s name.
“Yes, yes,” he panted as my inner walls clenched around him.
“You promise to keep me?” I asked as he pumped into me harder, faster, deeper.
“Yes,” he almost shouted. “I promise. Lana!”
His movements became frantic then, and just as his thrusts slowed and turned to twitches, I watched the sensations overtake his body and play out like a film on his handsome face. His eyes closed, he bit down on his lower lip; his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink, his brows furrowed, and his muscles tensed. Ten or so seconds later, it was like every ounce of tension that had worked its way onto his face melted away and spread over his body like a deep tissue massage.
It was the only warning I got before he fell forward.
“Damien!” I laughed as the air was knocked out of me.
All his weight was on me, and while I loved it, it was too much for my chest to handle. I nudged him, and he groaned as he used his elbows to prop himself up, taking most of his weight off me.
“Hi.” I smiled up at him.
My mind, body, and heart were so content and blissful that nothing could have ruined the moment.
Except that.
“Say what?”
“That stuff,” he said, clearing his throat. “About keeping you.”
A feeling of sickness began to form in the pit of my stomach.
“Damien,” I whispered. “Can you not say that while you’re still inside me?”
He looked down at our still connected bodies and quickly pulled out of me. I winced, and he apologised. I was lying on the bed sheets, so I had nothing to cover myself except my hands. Damien disposed of the now used condom—a condom I didn’t even know he’d put on—and began to dress at a shocking speed. Beginning to panic, I felt like I should do the same, so I joined him in fixing my dress until we were dressed and looking as we did when we entered the room—just a little less put together.
“I don’t understand what is happenin’,” I said as I slid my feet back into my high heels, they screamed in protest. “Are you okay?”
“I shouldn’t have said that shit.”
Striking me would have hurt less.
I flinched. “Don’t say that.”
“I have to; otherwise, you’ll believe it.”
“So, what? I’m not to believe that you said you’d keep me?” I demanded. “That you promised to? What the hell did you say it for then?”
“Alannah, I would have agreed to anything at that point during sex,” he said, flatly. “I couldn’t help it. My mind and body were both focused on the sensation, and my voice took on a role of its own.”
I felt like I would throw up.
“You’re ruinin’ this!” I said, my lower lip wobbling. “You’re ruinin’ everythin’ about me first time. Why are you doin’ this to me?”
Damien’s face blanched. “I’m sorry, but I won’t lie to you.”
“What’s the lie?”
“When I promised to keep you.”
I felt my eyes well with tears.
“Damien,” I whispered.
“It’s not that I can’t keep you, Lana; it’s that I don’t want to.”
He couldn’t look me in the eyes as he spoke the words I knew I’d never forget. The force of it had me stumbling back a few steps as if he’d struck me. I probably had no right to feel betrayed, but I did, and it hurt more than I cared to admit.