“You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,” I told him under the darkness of the covers. Damian pushed himself downwards, slipping under the shade of the dark furry blankets as well. “The best.”
I felt his hands explore my body, pressing the palm of his hands in between my thighs. “It will be like this every time,” he hushed into the side of my ear.
“Every?”
He answered by biting the tip of my ear, while his other hand mischievously fondled my clit.
“Damian,” I whined, wishing he could at least take a break for once. He chuckled darkly under the covers, letting his tongue lick over the tip of my ear only to maneuver himself over me. His fondling increased, making me whimper with closed lips. I knew if he didn’t stop I would have him make love to me again. “Damian!” I said with more determination, only for him to answer me by finding my lips in the darkness and kissing me open mouthed in the hopes of dominating me further.
I couldn’t win, I found my hands gripping around his throat in warning. Damian’s finger slipped in, making my hips naturally buck forward in response. I tightened my grip around his throat for him to stop his playful gestures. Damian responded with a low moan of secret pleasure; he knew how easily he could make my body respond to his seductive touches. Our sexual chemistry was undeniably strong, but right now I needed a moment for Damian to stop his incessant teasing so I could at least catch my breath.
“Damian,” I gasped out quite desperately. The tone of my voice compelled him to part his lips and avert his full attention to me. He had enough sense to remove his finger and let his hand affectionately cup the side of my right hip instead.
“Yes, Sara” he soothingly replied, almost in an apologetic way.
“I need you to take a break for a moment.”
“Okay,” he sighed in pure exhaustion.
“I love it!” I reassured him, while gently stroking my fingers over the side of his neck. “But I can’t keep up.”
“You still want it,” he knowingly replied, sending a fiery red glow to the sides of my cheeks.
“No,” I lied to the best of my ability, hoping the small crack to my voice didn’t give myself away.
“You do.”
“Damian,” I warned. “We just did it.”
He immediately responded with a dark chuckle. “I know.”
“It’s hot under here.”
“Yes. My fur blankets can be very warm.”
“But it is cold out there,” I whined childishly. “Why did you have to open the window?”
“I like the fresh air,” he muttered softly. “It gets stuffy in my bedroom.”
“You should sleep outside then.”
“I might,” he replied in an even softer tone of voice, almost gentle in a way. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Why?”
“I was …”
“Are you so eager to leave the bed?” I cupped the sides of his cheeks with my hands, knowing that question would put him in a hard spot. “I can stay.”
“Not tonight.”
“Ashley will understand.”
“Not tonight,” he repeated in an even firmer voice.
“I thought my little wolf liked to misbehave.”
“I’m not a little wolf,” he barked back sharply.
“Big wolf.”
Damian was submissive for once, leaning forward to kiss my lips sweetly. I knew he was pleased, so I stroked large circles over his back in the hopes that I could change his mind.
“You still want it,” Damian observed. He heard me curse under my breath and then returned his lips over mine. I let my hand drag downwards, feeling the smoothness of his back till I reached his lower spine. Damian was right, I still wanted him.
“We haven’t much time,” he muttered, as if he could read my thoughts.
“No.”
“I swear you taste so good,” he mouthed into the corner of my lip. He pressed his nose into my skin, possibly breathing in my very essence before he peppered short kisses all over the side of my face. “I don’t want to let you go.”
“Then don’t.”
He raised himself upwards and suddenly blinding light came over my face. I blocked the lighting overhead with my hand, not at all pleased that he pulled the blankets from over our heads. I watched him lift a leg to no longer straddle me, and soon he was crawling down the bed only to land to the floor. “Get up.”
“What?”
“Get up,” he repeated, and then walked away from me to go to the washroom. A light flickered on and I heard him rummaging through a closet to find something. The abandoned blanket was wrapped over my shoulders and I lazily walked over to the bathroom to see what he was doing. Damian was standing in front of the mirror inspecting his face, only stopping once he caught my reflection.
“What are you doing?”
“I was looking,” he answered me through the reflection. “I didn’t bite you hard, did I?”
“No.”
He turned around and handed me a towel that he must have taken out of the closet. “Shower?”
“If you insist.”
“Before your friends come over.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll join you,” Damian mumbled lightly. He walked towards the shower and pulled away plaid, blue and white curtains. He stepped into the tub and turned on the facet to get the right temperature. “Hand me that bar of soap,” he remarked, pointing at one he left on the bathroom counter. I went over to him to place it in his hands, and then watched him rinse it over the pouring water from the faucet as he slowly readjusted the temperature. “Get in.”
“We are doing it together?”
“Yes,” he said with utter severity.
I laid a hand over his shoulder to step over the high tub. My hand remained there as he adjusted the water, watching him attentively as he found the right temperature. “Do you like it hot?” he questioned over his shoulder, “or cold?”
“Who likes it cold?”
“I do.”
“Damian, there is a reason you got that chill last night.” Damian ignored me and set the faucet temperature to warm. “So, we meet in the middle then.”
“I don’t like hot water.”
“Okay.”
He turned it on and immediately took a step back. He rubbed the bar of soap all over his chest, making me think he was a cave man. I turned my back to him and let my hair get wet first, and then let the lukewarm water sprinkle over the front of my face and chest. It was hard to get used to the temperature of the water, so when Damian hooked one arm around me to pull him into his chest, I was grateful.
He kissed the side of my neck as he rubbed the bar of soap into my skin, lathering his wet lips all over me in an intoxicating manner. I turned around in his arms, applying kisses to the side of his neck as I gripped his back hard. It was amazing how he was bathing me, showering me with continual affection under the heavy showerhead that pelted our bare skin. My body was slick from his soap, shining from the dark brown bar that he applied against me.
Damian placed the soap in a container and pressed his hands over the side of my face, kissing me endlessly under the showerhead in a ridiculous manner.
You ever hear what happens to a lone wolf when it meets its mate?
Damian pressed his aching cock against me, silently begging for me to take it once again.
They mate for life.
“Sara,” he moaned from the back of his throat, while the water beat the side of his head.
“Only if you let me stay the night.”
“I can’t,” he wailed.
“Why not?”
He reached down to turn off the showerhead, leaving us with only the water running down the drain.
“Because,” He began. “It’s not safe here.”
“You have those guns and knives, Damian. Where else would I be safer than here with you?” He lowered his chin to his chest and let his cheeks suck in uneasily. “Damian?”
“The safest place you can be is with your friends.”
“I want to be here with you.” He watched me rub my finger down his scar over his shoulder, wishing he would open up with me more. “How did you get this?”
“I was attacked,” he bluntly replied. “Which is why I want you to stay with your friends.”
“I want to be here with you.”
“I’m not arguing with you about this,” he stated with feeling. Damian leaned forward to kiss the front of my brow, and then brushed the wet strands of red hair away from my face to see me more clearly. “We haven’t much time. Let’s get dressed and be downstairs in time for your friends.”
I nodded my head reluctantly and watched him step out of the tub first.
He’ll change his mind, I thought, knowing his willpower was much weaker than my own when it came to having sex. Another hour and he will be begging me to stay.