Hailey
Damien left me breathless, his mouth devouring mine, tongue pushing in deep like he wanted to claim every inch of me-exploring, claiming, consuming. By the time he pulled away, I was gasping my lips were swollen, tingling, my mind fogged with nothing but him.
His dark eyes dropped to my parted mouth, and I swore I saw something even more dangerous flicker in them.
“Listen, Bunny,” his voice was low, thick with hunger. “I’m going to fuck your mouth right now, and if you need to breathe, you tap my thigh. Got it?”
My pulse pounded, heat pooling between my thighs. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth before answering. “Yes, Damien.”
His fingers wrapped around my jaw, tilting my head up sharply. “You gotta stop saying my name like that,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Or I’m going to lose it.”
I swallowed hard, a thrill running up my spine. “Okay, Damie-”
A sharp tug on my hair cut me off, and a dark chuckle left his lips.
“Try that again,” he warned, his grip tightening, his control over me suffocating in the best way.
“O-okay,” I corrected myself, my voice coming out breathy, wrecked.
His smirk deepened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he placed a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “That’s more like it.”
My insides were on the verge of combustion, heat coiling tight, unbearable. I didn’t know how much longer I could contain the fire licking up my spine, burning through my veins, demanding more-demanding him. My head spun, reality slipping between my fingers, replaced by the overwhelming pull of Damien. I wanted him. Every part of him. The wickedness in his touch, the cruelty in his voice, the raw dominance that made my pulse stutter.
But more than that, I wanted what lay beneath. If there was anything left of a heart inside him-blackened, rotting, or buried beneath all that darkness-I still wanted it.
Damien then lowered my mouth onto him, and I obeyed, taking him in deep, my lips stretching around his thick length. My tongue curled around the head, but he didn’t give me time to tease-he took control, his hands in my hair as he started to move.
Slow at first. Then faster.
I gagged, my throat tightening, but he didn’t stop.
“Fuck, that’s it, Bunny,” Damien groaned, his cock pushing deep, my throat fluttering around him. “Look at you, taking me so fucking well.”
I moaned around him, my body on fire. My nails dug into his thighs, trying to ground myself, but he was relentless, pushing in deeper, harder, until my eyes burned with tears. Need for air? Well, I didn’t know where the fuck was it gone. I could only focus on him right now
Every thrust sent a shock of heat down my spine, every filthy sound that left his lips made my skin prickle. Every time he pushed deeper, I gagged-until I didn’t. And he noticed.
“Looks like I fucked your gag reflex away, Bunny.”
I could hear the smirk in his voice, feel the heat of it dripping over my skin like molten sin. “I wonder what else I can make this beautiful body do-”
Before he could finish, I curled my tongue around the tip, using his slowed movement as an advantage. His groan was low, rough, primal. His fingers twisted into my hair, yanking me up so our eyes met-his cock still buried in my mouth, my chin slick with saliva.
“You tease me again, and I’ll fucking bend you over my knees and spank that pretty ass raw, Hailey,” he growled. His voice was dark, dangerous, the kind that promised ruin and followed through. “So be a good little girl and suck-or I’ll teach you how to behave like one.”
His fingers traced the side of my face, brushing my hair back with a gentleness that almost made my breath hitch. Then, as if to contrast the softness, his voice dropped to something sickly sweet.
“Which one do you prefer?”
God, this man.
I had been wrong. Calling him the devil would be an insult to his nature.
He was something else. Something more. Not human, not entirely. A force of destruction wrapped in a body that was all sharp edges and liquid fire. And he was shattering me-slowly, deliberately-unraveling me with every cruel touch, stripping away my defenses until nothing remained but raw need. My dignity? It was tangled around his fingers, slipping further from my grasp with every second.
How?
With his cock in my mouth.
Fuck, Hailey. Was this what you had in mind when you attended your mother’s wedding? When you turned down those desperate high school boys, convinced you were holding out for the right one?
And this is your right one?
I was a fool. But even that realization didn’t stop me from tightening my grip on his thigh, from taking him deeper, from letting my fingers wrap around the thick length of him and stroke.
“Good girl.”
His voice was a low murmur, rough and indulgent, like he was rewarding a pet. He exhaled sharply, throwing his head back, exposing the cut of his jaw to the dim, flickering light. From this angle, he looked almost unreal-hair falling over his forehead, muscles flexing beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, shadows deepening the ridges of his face. Unholy. Untouchable. A god in the form of a man.
His breathing hitched, and I knew he was close. I pushed forward, determined to take him over the edge, to feel that moment where control slipped from his grasp-but then, in an instant, his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking me away.
A strangled whimper left my lips. “You haven’t come yet-”
He smirked, sharp and knowing, biting his bottom lip as he pulled me onto the bed like I weighed nothing.
Caged.
His knees pinned me in place, hands bracing on either side of my head. My pulse slammed against my ribs as he leaned in, breath ghosting over my lips.
“Trust me, Bunny,” he whispered, fingers wrapping around my throat in a firm, possessive grip. “I have no intention of ending this so soon.”
“B-but…” I tried to speak, but he silenced me with a slow drag of his thumb over my bottom lip, then down my chin, wiping away the slick evidence of my submission.
“Shh.” The sound was soft, yet laced with something dark, something dangerous. His gaze smoldered as he lowered his hand, fingers deliberately slow as he undid the delicate straps of my lingerie.
I sucked in a breath as he leaned in, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to my shoulder before dragging his lips across to the other side. My skin erupted in goosebumps, my body betraying me with an involuntary shiver. His hands found my thighs, spreading them apart, his weight pressing into me as he rolled his hips.
Hard.
The thick length of him brushed over my aching core, the lace of my panties doing nothing to lessen the friction. A soft gasp slipped past my lips.
“Do you want something, Bunny?” His voice was velvet and sin.
I nodded, my body already surrendering, another breathless moan escaping as his fingers slid between us, teasing over my folds, the lace a cruel barrier between us.
“What is it?” His lips barely grazed mine-taunting, withholding. I parted my mouth for a kiss, but he didn’t give it to me.
“You,” I whispered, arching into his touch, the desperation in me unbearable. Even my hips trembled. “I want you.”
A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips.
“Me?” he mused, cocking a brow. “Or more specifically… my cock?”
Normally, I would have flushed, stumbled over my words, maybe even turned away. But not now. Not with this fire clawing at my insides, setting me ablaze with need.
Instead, I reached for him. My hands slid up his body, fingers threading through the soft darkness of his hair. One hand gripped the back of his neck, the other seized his jaw, holding him still as I locked my gaze with his, unflinching.
“I want you, Damien Black.” The words spilled from my lips like a vow. “All of you. The pros, the cons. The intolerable attitude, the dominant bastard that you are. The cold, brutal man who doesn’t pretend to be anything he’s not. And yes-” I dragged my nails through his hair, feeling the sharp exhale against my lips, “-the thick, long cock that comes with the package. I want it all. So humbly-shut up and fuck me.”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. He grasped the front of my nightie, his grip tightening.
“Well, looks like I fucked the shyness right out of you.” His voice was dark amusement and raw hunger. Then, with one swift motion, he tore the flimsy fabric apart. I gasped, but the sound barely had a moment to settle before he slid my panties down my thighs, discarding them like they were nothing.
“Let me have a taste of this sweet cunt before I fuck it raw.”
His grip tightened on my thighs as he spread me wider, his mouth descending-hot, ruthless, consuming-onto my desperate, aching pussy.