Damien
In Damien’s eyes-I saw him. The real Damien Black. The hunger, the need, the barely restrained violence simmering beneath his skin. If I said he looked ethereal in this moment, I’d be fucking lying-he looked deadly. And yet, I still wanted to offer myself to him in every way possible.
He pulled away, slow and deliberate, his movements carrying the calm of a lion about to strike, his prey already trapped. His legs caged me in, a silent reminder that I had no escape. Not that I wanted one. The realization spread through me, warm and intoxicating.
Being at his mercy only turned me on more.
His hands came next, peeling my top away with agonizing slowness, as if savoring the reveal. His gaze stayed locked on mine, unwavering, and I found myself swallowing a breath.
Wasn’t I the one provoking him just a minute ago?
Get a fucking grip, Hailey.
Lying bare beneath him, my hands slid up his abs, tracing the defined ridges before wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. But he stopped, hovering just above my lips, his voice dark and warning, “You should think about this again.” His breath ghosted over my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m not the gentleman you might be looking for.”
His words should have alarmed me.
Should have made me push him away and run.
But they didn’t.
If anything, they fed the fire inside me, burning away every defense, every doubt, every thought that didn’t include Damien.
“I’m not looking for a gentleman,” I whispered, meeting his gaze. My fingers brushed over his lips-soft, too soft for a man like him. “To be honest, I’m not looking for anything or anyone.” A pause. A confession. “I just know that… I want you.”
His jaw tightened. His breath came out slow, measured. Then he cursed under his breath, grabbed my throat, and crashed his lips against mine.
The force of it stole my breath. His grip tightened, his other hand digging into my hip as I rocked against him, needing more. A groan rumbled in his chest as his teeth caught my bottom lip, biting down hard-just shy of breaking skin.
I pulled away, breathless. “That hurts.”
He chuckled, brushing his thumb over my swollen lip, a slow smirk curving his mouth. “You asked for it.” His voice dropped to something even darker. “And there’s no escape for you anymore.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
Before I could even respond, his hand slid between my thighs, fingers finding my clit with devastating precision. I gasped, my body arching at the sensation as he drew slow, teasing circles.
“I wonder,” he murmured, voice rough with amusement, “how many times you’ve touched yourself thinking about me.” I barely had time to process the filthy words before he reached between us, freeing his cock. He gave it two slow pumps, and the sight alone was so erotically pleasing that it nearly undid me.
“Did your pretty pussy enjoy it?” His eyes darkened. “Did you come easily?”
Heat flared in my cheeks, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t relent.
Sliding his briefs off, he reached for the nightstand, grabbed a condom, and tore the foil open with his teeth. I watched, entranced, as he rolled it on. He was… big-not that I was surprised. I’d seen him before.
If my mouth could take it, my pussy could too, right?
God. I hoped so.
He dragged his thumb over my slick folds, spreading my wetness as he rubbed slow, torturous circles. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through me, making me grip his wrist, my nails biting into his skin. But he didn’t even flinch.
He was probably made of steel.
Everywhere.
“It’s going to hurt a little,” he warned, parting my thighs, his eyes locked onto mine.
“A little?”
His lips curled into something dark. “Yeah, just a little.”
I swallowed, nodding. “Okay.”
His gaze never wavered as he fisted his cock, dragging the swollen head through my slickness, teasing me, coating himself in me. The heat was unbearable, a desperate ache building between us. A shudder raked through me, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
“Nervous?” His voice was rough, taunting.
Biting my lip, I nodded. “Yeah.”
A slow smirk played on his lips. “Good.”
And then he pushed in.
My body tensed, walls clamping down in resistance. Pain lanced through me-sharp, raw-stealing the air from my lungs. The heat that had burned through me moments ago flickered, dampened by the sting.
I whimpered, my hips trembling as he eased deeper, stretching me inch by inch.
His hands roamed over me, one gripping my ass, the other settling on my hip as he whispered, “You can take me, Bunny.” His voice was a rasp, barely restrained. “So goddamn wet. The prettiest cunt I’ve ever fucking seen.”
His words sent a shiver through me, and somehow, my body started to relax-just a little. But it was enough.
His gaze held mine as he pressed in farther, filling me completely, until I didn’t know if he’d reached as deep as he could-or as deep as I could take.
I braced for him to move, but he didn’t. Not yet. He gave me a moment, his hands gliding over my curves, claiming, soothing, waiting.
Then the heat returned, licking at my skin, and I rocked against him, just slightly, a whimper slipping from my lips.
His restraint snapped knowing I wanted more.
He pulled out, then pushed back in, slow and deliberate.
A choked moan escaped me. My fingers dug into his waist as he started moving, fucking me slow at first, controlled. But his jaw was clenched, veins straining in his neck-he was holding back, and I could see it unraveling.
“I knew this pussy was made to fuck,” he growled, thrusting harder now.
My head fell back, pleasure cracking through me, my nails raking down his skin.
I had never felt anything like this. And if I’d known it would feel this good, I would’ve begged him to fuck me long before.
“Damien…” His name spilled from my lips as my hands trailed up his arms, tangling into his hair, pulling him closer. I needed him pressed against me-skin against skin, breath against breath, lips against lips.
A shudder wracked his body as he groaned and kissed me, hard. Then his mouth traveled lower, claiming my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple before biting down.
I arched into him, my pussy clenching tight around his cock as he fucked me harder.
The sound of our bodies colliding, my moans, his guttural groans-it all filled the room.
And when I heard the slick, obscene sound of his dick driving into me, it only made me more desperate.
More needy.
More his.
His pace quickened, each thrust harder, deeper-like he fucking owned me. Like I belonged to him. All I could do was hold onto him, utterly at his mercy, moaning like a fucking mess.
“If I had known you’d feel this good, Bunny…” Damien murmured against my lips, his hand squeezing my breast as he drove into me with brutal, unrelenting thrusts. “I’d have-fuck.” Another thrust. My head fell back, my vision turning white at the edges, “You.” Another, harder this time, making the loudest moan of my life rip from my throat, “Sooner.” And then another, sending a violent shudder through me as my walls clenched around him. His groan vibrated against my skin, raw and guttural, and the sensation dragged me dangerously close to the edge.
“Damien… I think-” I tried to speak, but the pleasure made forming words impossible.
“You gonna come so soon, Bunny?” His voice was thick with desire, but there was amusement laced in it too. Amusement that he could break me so easily.
His rhythm slowed, teasing me, making me feel every inch of him.
I met his gaze, panting, my hips trembling as the pleasure built, overwhelming, unbearable. I was so close I wanted to cry.
I didn’t know whether I wanted to beg him to stop-or beg him to fuck me harder.
“Please,” I gasped. “Let me come.”
My body moved with his thrusts, desperate, breathless.
His devilish smirk deepened. “If I let you come right now…” His fingers pinched my nipple before skimming down, barely brushing against my clit. I whimpered, a sharp cry slipping past my lips.
Too close. It hurt.
“What do I get for that?” His voice was pure sin, dark and taunting.
I was unraveling, trembling beneath him, my nails digging into his skin. “Please, Damien,” I whimpered, my hands sliding down to his ass, trying to pull him deeper, harder.
He exhaled a breathy chuckle, dragging the moment out, savoring my desperation.
“As fucking divine as this cunt feels wrapped around me,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with something wicked, “I can’t just give in when I have such a golden opportunity.” His gaze pinned me in place, his grip tightening, “Tell me-what do I get?”
I couldn’t take it anymore. The teasing, the denial-it was pure torture.
“Anything,” I breathed. “Anything you want. Now, please-”
My plea died in my throat as he leaned in, pressing his nose against my neck. Slowly, deliberately, he traced his lips along my jaw, his smirk growing as I shivered beneath him.
“You don’t know what you just agreed to, Bunny.” His whisper was dark, thick with promise.
His hand slid lower.
And then, without warning, a sharp slap landed against my pussy.
I cried out, my body jolting, my arousal only spiraling higher.
His smirk deepened, eyes gleaming with possession.
“I’m going to fuck this cunt…” he murmured against my skin, voice drenched in sinful hunger, “All. Night. Long.”