50. Misty
The sensation of a warm,wet mouth running along my slit coaxes me out of sleep. Damon’s clear, gray eyes look up at me under heavy lashes as he swirls his tongue around my clit. He’s taking his time, licking every inch of me before sucking gently on my still-sensitive nerves.
“You taste so fucking good.” He hums in the back of his throat.
Opening his mouth, he lets a trail of spit run down his tongue, dripping onto his fingers, then slides them into me. My hips jerk from the bed, and he presses them down, not giving me space to shift away as he patiently builds tension in my body. A storm stirs inside me, the waves growing as they sweep through me, sending shivers rolling down my spine at each peak.
He doesn’t rush me as he licks, sucks, and fucks his fingers into me, knowing exactly what to do to turn the shifting waves until they’re crashing around me.
“Damon,” I gasp as my orgasm overtakes me, sucking me under the water as I buck into his arm.
He grins at me from between my thighs, giving me one last lick before crawling up my body and dropping his forehead to mine. “I want you waking up screaming my name every night.”
“That doesn’t seem practica?—”
Damon cuts me off, kissing my taste into my mouth until I’m limp and pliable beneath him.
“Perfect.” His eyes are soft as they gleam above me, and my heart clenches at the possible meaning behind them.
Before I can say anything, he flips me onto my chest, my forehead to the bed, and raises my hips into the air. I suck in a breath as the head of his cock notches to my entrance and seats itself into me. The stretch burns—even after multiple rounds, it’s a lot to adjust to. But that burn quickly turns to pleasure. The pleasure speaks to my body in its own language, demanding a response. I push back, taking more of him with each thrust. I have no hope of coming again, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want this. That I don’t want to feel it when he fills me up.
There’s a slap sound every time we come together as Damon pounds himself relentlessly into me. His movements grow jagged as he grows closer to his release, but he doesn’t let up, instead resting his chest on my back.
The new angle has me crying out his name as he pounds into the perfect spot.
“There it is,” he murmurs in my ear as he pushes me harder.
My fist clenches into the sheets, and my toes curl as I hover on the impossible verge of another orgasm. “So…so close.” I clench my teeth as all my muscles tighten painfully, crying for the release that’s out of reach. Each of Damon’s thrusts holds me over the edge; all I need to do is tip over. I growl in frustration, and he chuckles, his chest vibrating against my back.
“Breathe.” Damon runs a hand down my back and gives my ass a squeeze. “I’ve got you.”
I think I’m going to murder him when his finger slides along my entrance and pushes inside with his cock.
“No, no, no, no,” I say frantically as he stretches me wider.
“Just breathe, Misty.”
The sensation draws every ounce of my attention, overwhelming my senses until it pushes me blind off the edge of my orgasm.
I can’t breathe as I spasm, Damon holding me up as his hips snap at a frantic pace. He grunts with his orgasm, the hot liquid pooling inside of me.
He’s gentle as he pulls out, and then we collapse to the bed. I jolt when his fingers sink into me again and scramble away from him, holding a pillow like a shield between us.
“I can’t.”
Damon grins playfully. “What did I say you had to do for me to stop?”
“You can’t be serious.”
He rips the pillow from my hands and tugs me under him, chuckling under his breath as he trails a hand up my leg. “I’m so fucking serious.”
“Fine.” I grip his wrist, stopping its ascent. “Please. Please, I can’t take any more.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Are you going to run from me again?”
My answers stick in my throat because I can’t promise that I won’t freak out. I can’t promise that I’ll suddenly get over my fear of rejection just because he asks.
Damon runs his thumb along my jaw, his gray gaze warm on mine, and grins. “Go ahead and run. There’s nowhere you can hide that I can’t find. You can trust me to chase you. So, go ahead and run. Besides, I think it’s cute you think you can get away from me.”
I can’t stop the broken, damaged, insecure part of me from saying, “It’s not like our deal is permanent.”
Damon reels back like I slapped him. “The fuck it’s not. You married me.”
I bite my bottom lip, testing a little more. “We can get divorced?”
His laughter shakes my entire body as he struggles to breathe. There are tears in the corner of his eyes, he’s laughing so hard as he pins me beneath him. I hiss, mouth falling open as he slides his hard cock into me.
He cups my cheeks, tracing his thumbs along my temples, and smiles at me. “Good luck finding a lawyer or judge that will release you from me. You’ve been mine since the second you signed those papers.”
I grip his legs with mine to keep him from distracting me. There’s one thing left. The secret I held from him. The one I didn’t think would matter. “You might not mean that once I tell you this.”
He frowns, kissing between my brows. “Not possible.”
“After what Thomas did, there was an infection. I was pregnant, and…I lost the baby.” I swallow hard at the look in his eyes and shield myself for the next part. “I can’t have your kids, Damon.”
He searches my face, the crease between his brows slowly smoothing out. “Okay, so we won’t have kids.”
“Don’t you want kids?”
“Sure, but only if it was with you.”
“But…but you’re the heir. You’re supposed to carry on the lineage and all of that.”
That earns me another laugh. “I have three brothers. I’m sure one of them can handle it.”
The swell in my heart is nearly overwhelming.
“I love you.” My words rush out before I can stop them.
Damon growls into my neck, sending shivers through me, and lowers until his weight is pressing me into the mattress. “I’ve been dying to hear those words come out of your mouth since the first time I saw you and couldn’t stop myself from pissing you off. I should punish you for making me wait so long.” He bites my neck, and his breath comes out hot against my ear as he says, “I’ve loved you longer.”
Damon thrusts forward, his cock hitting a new angle, and the air is pushed from my lungs as I realize exactly what he has planned for my punishment.
It’s hours later, my head resting on his chest, too tired to move. “How did you find me?”
He twists my bracelet. “I never lost you.”