Chapter Twenty-Nine
T he door slammed shut from his boot hitting it, and he closed the distance between us. Grabbing my face, he drove his tongue into my mouth.
For one gravity-defying moment, it felt like we were in suspended animation.
Then we crashed together in a flurry of hands and arms and legs and tongues. Oh my God, his tongue. Probing my mouth like his hard length had driven in to my body, he kissed me. Thoroughly and completely, he kissed me.
Rushing air, aggressive hands, his kiss an assault, I didn’t realize we were moving. Suddenly I was off my feet. Then my back was landing in a cloud of comforter that enveloped me in the most perfect smell ever.
Before I could breathe in a lungful of his scent and savor it, he was crashing on top of me. His huge hands landed on my thighs, and he pushed my dress up my body in one fluid motion before hooking his thumbs in my thong and dragging my underwear down my legs. The click of his belt and sound of his zipper filled me with mouthwatering anticipation as he thrust his tongue deeper into my mouth.
Breathless and desperate, I reached for him with a hunger that I knew only he could satiate. His strong arms caged me in, his hips hovered just above mine, his huge, capable hands angled my head into his kiss, and he dominated me like he knew my very soul.
But I wanted more.
I wanted everything from him.
Grasping at his short hair, pulling back from his kiss just enough to speak, I begged him to give me what I’d wanted since he’d first taken me. “Please, Damian.” I shamelessly lifted my hips to meet his hard length. “I need everything.”
His entire body went still.
Holding my face, his fierce gaze intent on me, his chest rose and fell three times. “This isn’t dating.”
Suddenly, I understood something about myself. “I know.” I couldn’t explain it, but he was right. This was more. So much more, and I couldn’t date him. I couldn’t spend any time with him that wasn’t sure-footed and resolute. I needed him to be mine, or I needed to be alone.
Except now that I’d been with him, now that I’d had him in my body, in my heart, the very thought of not having him made it hard to breathe. But I wasn’t fool enough to ignore the very obvious, very taboo fact that after meeting me a few dozen hours ago, he was feeling as committed to me as I was to him.
I’d heard everything he had said, and I wanted to grasp at that hope like a lifeline, but I needed to be honest with him. “I know this is reckless and too soon by anyone’s standards, but if you—”
His expression darkened, and he stopped me from saying the rest of my sentence. “This isn’t reckless.” His grasp on me tightened. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Hope spread through my heart, but I needed to say my words. I needed him to understand. “I know this will sound crazy, and I know it is a lot to ask, but I want everything with you. I need everything. I cannot do halfway, not for me, not for my heart.” I drew in a breath for courage to say what I needed to say next. “I need all or nothing.”
A smile, brilliant and sure, spread across his impossibly handsome face. “It’s all, Princess. It’s so fucking all.”
My eyes welled, and I said the only two words I could manage past the sudden hitch in my voice. “Take me.”
His expression changed in a nanosecond, and the deadly serious determination of the warrior I knew him to be descended over his features. “ Everything,” he warned, his voice low and rough. “ This is everything .” Dominant and slow, he pushed against my entrance, then sank inside me.
His thick, hard length filled me so completely, my mouth fell open, my back came off the bed and the tears I’d been holding slid down my cheeks.
Concern creased his forehead, and he stilled deep inside my body as his calloused thumbs brushed across my cheeks. “I don’t want to hurt you, beautiful.”
Oh God. “You’re not.” He felt so good my heart didn’t know how to react, but my core ached for more. “Please,” I begged. “More.”
“Calandra.” A growl ripped from his lungs, and he surged. “ Fuck .”
Deep and hard, he drove into me.
It was exactly what I needed.
My legs came up, my hips ground against his, and he was thrusting. One hand on my face, his other between our bodies, he circled my clit as his lips crashed over mine. Taking my mouth, taking my body, he plunged deep inside me again, hitting a spot so sensitive, so surreal, I cried out.
Swallowing my cry, he started rhythmically thrusting.
In and out, deep and shallow, he pushed my legs wide and dragged his mouth down my neck and latched on to one nipple then the other. Biting, tonguing, sucking, he made love to me.
It was as if every move of his body was for my pleasure.
My core was pulsing, my clit was humming and my nipples were aching for more of his teeth. No coherent thoughts, I was reduced to single words and sounds I never could have imagined coming out of my mouth.
“Please,” I gasped as his teeth grazed my nipple but didn’t give me enough pressure.
“Not yet, beautiful,” he ground out, slowing his thumb on my clit. “Not yet.” His hands flew to my hips, and he thrust so hard, a groan ripped from his chest.
Oh God .
My eyes fluttered shut, and I felt him everywhere. “More.” Oh my God, I was close. “Close,” I panted. “ Please .”
Two huge hands gripped my face, and he barked out a command. “Eyes on me.”
I opened my eyes to his fiercely beautiful hooded gaze. “Damian,” I rasped.
“Now,” he demanded, thrusting deep and hitting my G-spot. “Come now.”
He ground his hips against my clit, and I flew apart into a million pieces of submission.
The orgasm exploded from my core and shook my entire body as the last of the wall I’d built around my heart shattered. “Damian.” My fingers dug into the flesh of his back. “ Oh my God, Damian .”
He thrust hard two more times, then stilled as a growl ripped from his chest and he released deep inside me, filling me with his love.