As Damian stepped into his room, his thoughts were a mess, his head too loud to think straight. But when he saw Aurora sitting on his bed, looking up at him with her big, questioning eyes, everything in him froze. She looked nervous, but her voice was calm when she asked, “Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Words weren’t enough, not tonight. He just stepped closer, his boots heavy on the floor, his eyes locked on hers. She didn’t move. She stayed there, watching, waiting for him to make the next move.
Damian reached out and pulled her to her feet. His grip was firm, not rough, but it told her what he needed. She knew him too well to ask questions. She understood. They both did.
Without a word, his hands moved to her clothes. He stripped her, his fingers quick and steady. She let him, her breath catching as the layers fell away. This wasn’t new for them, but every time felt electric, dangerous.
Damian’s touch grew rougher as her skin was revealed, his hands roaming like he owned every inch of her. He squeezed her breasts, hard, making her gasp. She didn’t pull away. She leaned into it, leaning into his touch like she belonged there. Damian felt that rush, that wild need to control, to take.
He pushed her down onto the bed, his movements fast and sure, like he’d done this a hundred times but it still burned just as hot. Her wrists were in the cuffs before she could even think to move, the leather snug and unyielding. She lay there, bare, her chest rising and falling, her eyes locked on his. There was no fear, only the spark of something darker, something that pulled him deeper into her.
Damian grabbed the crop from the nightstand, the weight of it in his hand grounding him. He dragged it along her skin, teasing, making her squirm under his gaze. The first strike landed on her thigh, sharp and precise, leaving a red mark in its wake. She gasped, her hips lifting, but she didn’t pull away. She never did and wouldn’t dare.
He smirked, watching her. She wanted this as much as he did, and he wasn’t going to let her hide it. The crop trailed upward, tracing her stomach, her ribs, before coming down hard on her breast. She arched, her nipples hardening, her breath coming out in a shaky exhale.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice low, demanding.
Her eyes snapped to his, wide and dark. There was no hesitation, no second guessing. This was their language, their truth.
Damian tossed the crop aside and climbed onto the bed, his body covering hers. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her up as he settled between her thighs. He leaned down, his mouth brushing against her ear. “You know what I want,” he whispered, his voice harsh.
Aurora swallowed hard, her body trembling under him. “I know,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible.
He kissed her then, hard and rough, his mouth taking hers like he couldn’t get enough. She kissed him back just as fiercely, her tongue meeting his, her teeth grazing his lip. She tasted like fire, and it only fueled him more.
Damian thrust into her without warning, hard and deep, making her cry out. There was no easing, no gentleness. He didn’t want it, and he knew she didn’t either. This was raw, pure need. Their bodies moved together, a frantic rhythm that matched the storm raging outside.
Aurora wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. Her nails dug into his back, leaving marks he’d feel for days. The cuffs creaked as she moved, her wrists straining against them, but she didn’t care.
Damian’s hands found her breasts again, his fingers pinching her nipples, twisting them just enough to make her gasp. Her body arched, her skin flushed, her eyes wild. He could feel her getting closer, her body tightening around him, and it pushed him further.
He flipped her over suddenly, her body pressed into the bed. His hand came down on her ass, the smack loud in the room, her cry muffled by the sheets. She pushed back against him, her hips rolling, begging for more.
He didn’t make her wait. He entered her again, deeper this time, the angle sending shivers through both of them. His hand wrapped around her neck, his grip firm but careful, his fingers feeling the pulse of her heartbeat.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “No one else gets to touch you.”
His words sent a thrill through her, even as she tried to fight it. She didn’t want to feel this way, didn’t want to crave him like this. But she did. God, she did.
Her body tensed as the pleasure built, every thrust driving her closer to the edge. She bit her lip, her face buried in the pillow, trying to stifle her moans. But when the wave finally hit, she couldn’t hold back. She screamed, her whole body trembling, her muscles clenching around him as the orgasm ripped through her.
Damian followed seconds later, his movements becoming erratic before he buried himself in her one last time, his groan deep and raw. He collapsed onto her, his body heavy, his breath hot against her skin.
For a moment, they didn’t move. The storm outside was still raging, the sound of rain and thunder filling the silence. Aurora lay there, her wrists still bound, her body sore. Damian’s weight pressed her into the mattress, grounding her, reminding her of everything they’d just shared.
It wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. But whatever it was, it was she shouldn’t be feeling it.