37. Misty
I’m wokenby the feeling of soft lips kissing along the scar just above my shoulder blade. Heat floods my stomach as the sensations filter into my still-sleepy mind. Damon’s large frame is wrapped around me from behind. Tingles run down my spine at the feel of his hard cock notched against my butt, just begging me to push into it. I’m cocooned in his warmth. One of his arms is under my head, and the other hand crosses my chest like a seat belt and cups my breast.
I arch into his touch, and he hums, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Good morning, Nymph.” His low, gravely words brush over my sensitive skin, his mouth still making its way over the visual proof of my past.
I tense, and he pinches my nipple in response. “Relax. I wasn’t there to take care of you when it happened. Give me the chance to do it now.”
His heart pounds against my back as he waits for my answer, the steady rhythm like a tranquilizer to my nerves.
“You don’t think they’re gross?” I turn my face toward the pillow to hide my morning breath. God, did I even brush my teeth last night? Memories of Damon waking me up again with his mouth between my legs, until I was crying out with pleasure, have heat rising to my cheeks. He’d come out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth and another ready for me.
“Do you think my scars are gross?”
I twist my body, turning under him. Up close, I can see the constellation of scars that line his shoulder, chest, and arms. Marks from nicks and cuts delivered over time. His breathing grows rapid as I trace each one, taking my time to ask him about them. There’s a small circle just below his collarbone, the skin smoother, almost like glass. “What happened?”
“Picked a fight with the wrong guy. Bastard got me with his cigarette before I could realize what was happening.” I flinch, my thumb pressing into the mark as if I can take away the pain that’s been long healed over.
“Don’t worry, Nymph. He got what he deserved.”
My chest expands, a giddiness growing there. I like that entirely too much. I want every single person that hurt him to pay for what they did. I’ve hidden my scars since they’d been cut into me; now that they’re in the open, Damon’s mouth caressing them, I’m not ashamed. I’m angry.
There’s another circle on his upper shoulder. This one’s indented, and the skin around it is jagged. “How about this one?
“Bullet.” Damon’s voice is strained. There’s a wall between us, but his eyes don’t leave mine, letting me know if I asked, he’d answer.
I run my finger over the raised line above his nipple, and the pink tip peaks with my touch. “I thought billionaires were coddled, with diamond-encrusted spoons in their mouths.”
Goose bumps rise where my thumb brushes the rose-pink underside.
He brushes his fingers through my hair absentmindedly, pushing it off my face. His voice is low, dark when he answers. “Sometimes you need to be a wolf to rule over sheep.”
I flatten my tongue over his nipple, twirling it before nipping gently with my teeth. I gaze up at him through my lashes, finally feeling safe again. “Be my wolf?”
“Fuuuck, Misty,” he groans, pulling my mouth to his. His kisses aren’t soft or gentle. His lips, tongue, and teeth are dominating me. I feel like I’m being hunted down and devoured.
I kiss him back fiercely, my hands digging into his hair, pulling him closer. It’s not enough. I want more, I need more. I want him everywhere. I want to be consumed.
He pulls back, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against mine. His chest heaves, and his heart beats rapidly against my palm.
He nips my lips again like he can’t stop himself. His fingers tremble where they hold my arm. “I’m so fucking gone for you.”
My heart swells, and my head grows light as his words swirl through me. He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, instead lifting my leg over his hip and trailing the tip of his cock through my slit.
He purrs into my throat. “So wet for me already.” He pushes in until just the tip enters, my brain short-circuiting. “I think I told you, you’d have to beg for it.”
The reminder of our first night in this bed together, the way he’d made my body sing without touching me—I can’t go through that again. “Please, Damon. Please.”
“Please what, Nymph.”
“Please, fuck me.”
“Please, fuck me, what?”
My eyes flash to his, lust searing away reason, but there’s zero chance I’m calling him Sir right now.
He chuckles softly and sinks his cock deep inside me. The stretch burns quickly, followed by pleasure.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, wife. All you have to do is ask.” He rocks his hips harder, fully seating himself.
Fullness overwhelms my senses, but he doesn’t give me a second to adjust, rocking into me again. He grips the back of my nape, holding me in place, capturing my mouth as he moves in purposeful, controlled motions. His cock reaches the intense spot deep inside me.
Pleasure erupts below my navel, tightening with each of his movements, until the entire world is tied to him, waiting to break open.
He grips my thigh, opening me wider, and I whimper as he sinks impossibly deeper.
“Look at me,” he commands and smirks when I listen. “That’s it, my Little Nymph. Watch me as I make you come apart.”
His gaze is steady on mine, eyes bright and glossy, full of warmth as he takes his time pushing me closer to the edge. He skims his thumb along my cheekbone and murmurs, “Come for me, wife.”
I can finally put a name to this feeling: adoration.
Tension pulls into a tight, electric ball, holding me over the edge as he fills me over and over again. He reaches between us, twisting my nipple, and my vision goes blank as my orgasm crashes around me.
I melt into a puddle against the bed, my head limp on his arm, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession as I try to regain some semblance of composure.
“That was—” I pant. “That was amazing.” My eyes widen when I shift and his cock’s still buried hard inside me. “You didn’t come?”
Jeez, what an ego blow.
“Oh, I will,” he chuckles, hands moving to grasp me around the hips and flip me facedown under him. “But now I want to fuck you hard and fast until you can’t do anything but scream my name.”
His words are a promise, punctuated by his cock filling me to the hilt. The new angle, with my forehead to the mattress and my ass in the air, has my eyes rolling back with the increased pressure.
“You’re too big,” I breathe.
“Look how well your greedy pussy takes my cock.” He slams into me again, none of the slow, languid movements of before. He sets a punishing rhythm, and I struggle to inhale between each thrust.
I cry out when he grips both of my thighs under my ass, lifting me higher, reaching impossibly deeper.
“That’s it.” His hips snap against my ass, his cock filling me completely.
My fingers dig into the mattress, arms trembling as I try to keep myself in place. The sensation is overwhelming, like the universe is stretching and contracting around us, like gravity itself is pulling us together. His strokes turn jagged, a low groan forming in the back of his throat.
“Fuck.” He pulls me so I’m on my knees in front of him, my back to his front, and reaches between my thighs, working my clit as he chases his own release.
I’m too full, too fast, too much… I reach back, gripping onto his hair to hold on as the intensity tightens inside of me like a band, only to snap the second his cum fills me, and I cry out.
He guides me to my stomach, bracketing my shoulders with his arms, and kisses along my back, taking extra care with my scars.
“You okay?”
“Mmokay,” I mumble, too tired to lift my face from the pillow.
His chest vibrates with his laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I nod, eyes closed, senses blurry as he rolls to the side and pulls me into his arms.
“I have a surprise for you, and I’m not sure if you’re going to like it or not.”
I snuggle into his chest, breathing in his scent. “Does it involve waffles?”
“Fuck, you’re adorable, but I think you should hold off on the waffles until after you see it.”
“I dunno, Damon. I’m pretty freaking hungry,” I grumble.
“I’ve got Thomas tied up in the basement of Elysium.” His arms tighten as if expecting a volatile reaction.
I take a second to let his words settle over me and tip my chin onto his pec so I can read his face. “What are you going to do with him?”
A slow smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. “Whatever you want.”