Hailey
The moment Damien’s lips met my pussy, the warmth that rushed to my face was consumed by the fire within me, spreading like wildfire. He went straight for my opening, my aching and needy opening, tracing slow and deliberate circles around it with his warm tongue sending electric shivers up my spine. And then his mouth replaced the torturous motion and sent a zap of pleasure to my toes. It was sinful, the way he moved, the way he consumed me, and I couldn’t help but think-the devil might just know his way to heaven.
And Damien? He was dragging me there, one excruciating flick of his tongue at a time.
Breathing shakily, I readjusted my purchase on the bed, my thighs falling open, shaking, at the next lap of his tongue and then he slid his tongue of me. I opened myself wider, surrendering to the torment of his slow, methodical worship.
“Oh, Damien,” My head lolled back as the moan escaped me.
One hand gripped the sheets beneath me, knuckles white with tension, while the other found its way into his thick, dark hair. My fingers threaded through it, blunt nails dragging across his scalp, and for just a moment, I swore I felt him shudder beneath me. The sight of a man like Damien-powerful, unyielding-shuddering under my touch sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through me.
His tongue danced over my slit again, tracing everywhere, every nerve, but cruelly avoiding the place I needed him the most- my clit. Each lick of his tongue was making me throb in anticipation. The fire in the pit of my stomach knotted tighter and tighter. Liquid fire ran in every inch of me, burning me and destroying me.
And here he had his face between my thighs, knowing every single detail of the storm washing over me yet not exactly helping me out of it.
My hips lifted instinctively, seeking his touch, desperate for release, but he only pulled back, his mouth returning to taunt my entrance with maddening precision.
Everytime he came close to where I wanted him, I rocked my hips to make him get there, to just give me one flick of his tongue, a touch or anything but he only drew his mouth back to my opening and teased me.
The fire brewed beneath my skin, sending something intense to ever cell inside of me. My Breath accelerated to little puffs of air and the pressure in my core began to heat, build and blister.
Fuck. This was getting too much.
The flat of his tongue slid upward, grazing so close to my clit that my entire body trembled in response.
“Please… Damien,” I whimpered, my voice raw with need.
His lips curved into a wicked smirk against me. Then, with a low, gravelly voice that sent a fresh wave of heat through me, he murmured, “No.”
What a fucking devil.
“Please…” I begged, my voice breaking, the need consuming me.
His dark eyes flicked up to mine, blazing with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs. “I don’t want you to come so fast, Bunny,” he drawled, his tone smooth and devastating.
His rough palm slid up my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, before cupping my breast, squeezing firmly. I let out a soft moan at the sensation, but it only added to my frustration. The throbbing inside me grew sharper, the ache swelling, desperate to be filled.
“Damien,” I groaned, my fingers tightening in his hair, my hips bucking against his unrelenting mouth. “I need to come.”
“Not yet, Bunny,” he whispered, his gaze searing as it met mine again. The heat in his eyes burned through me, leaving me vulnerable, raw, and entirely at his mercy.
Then, just as I thought I might break, his fingers slipped inside me, two at once, filling me with a deliberate, devastating stroke. He curled them expertly, pressing against the spot that made my back arch and my eyes roll back. I cried out his name, my hand fisting onto his hair and the other one fisting the bedsheet.
It was exquisite torture, and I was helpless against him-against the devil who held my soul, my body, and my pleasure in his hands.
“This cunt was made for fucking, Hailey,” Damien growled, his deep, gravelly voice vibrating through me as his fingers pressed deeper, stretching and claiming. The sensation was overwhelming-too much and not enough all at once.
And then his tongue found my clit. He sucked it into his mouth, and the world tilted.
His mouth worked with precision, attacking my clit in a way that had me writhing beneath him. A moment ago, I had begged for this, desperate for his touch, but now, with the relentless fire coursing through me, I wanted to beg him to stop. The pleasure was incendiary, searing every nerve and leaving me trembling on the edge of sanity.
Then came the final push-the devastating combination of his tongue flicking over my clit and sucking it with a hunger that bordered on worship. My body ignited. Heat erupted, traveling down my spine like flames and sizzling blood before it all quieted down to a hum.
I pulsed around his fingers, the waves washing over me.
But Damien didn’t stop.
If anything, he doubled down, his tongue and lips devouring me with an intensity that left me helpless against him. My clit grew so sensitive that I tried, weakly, to push his head away, but he was immovable, determined. He feasted on me like a man starved, his mouth claiming every inch of me, leaving no room for escape.
“Damien, stop,” I cried out, my body shaking uncontrollably as he continued his torturous assault.
He chuckled against me, the vibration sending a fresh jolt of electricity through my over-sensitive core. His lips curled into a wicked smile, and then he sucked my clit into his mouth again, hard and slow, like a final act of dominance.
My hips jerked, my body convulsing as another release tore through me. It was violent, all-consuming, and left me trembling, every part of me vibrating with the aftermath. Slowly, the intensity ebbed, replaced by a gentle hum of exhaustion as Damien’s tongue softened, soothing the ache he’d created.
I sighed, my body spent and my breaths coming in shallow pants. Before I could recover, he moved up, grabbing the back of my neck and capturing my lips in a heated kiss. The taste of my release lingered on his tongue, but I didn’t care-not when Damien was kissing me like this, owning me in every possible way. If he was the devil, I would follow him to the gates of hell and beyond, willingly, eagerly.
When he pulled back, his dark eyes locked onto mine with unrelenting intensity. He stroked his thumb over my cheek, his touch softer than I’d thought him capable of.
“It’s taking everything in me not to fuck you right here, Hailey,” he said, his voice low and thick with desire. “Right now, there’s nothing in this world I want more than to bury myself inside you.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me, but before I could respond, he leaned down and pressed one last lingering kiss to my lips. Then, with a smirk that made my heart race, he grabbed the notebook and pen from the bedside table.
Flipping the pages, he solved the math problem I’d abandoned earlier, scrawling the solution with infuriating ease. Closing the notebook, he handed it back to me with a casual chuckle.
“In case you really did come here to solve math,” he teased, his voice laced with amusement, before standing and heading toward the bathroom.
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me sprawled on the bed, the notebook still clutched in my trembling hands. My mind was a wreck, my body ruined, and my soul thoroughly claimed. I stared blankly at the neatly written solution on the page, his neat handwriting taunting me.
He might have solved the math, but Damien had wrecked me in every way that mattered. And as I lay there, my body buzzing and my mind spinning, one thought settled in my head:
If hell was anything like Damien, I’d gladly burn forever.