Chapter 28 #2
He hisses into my lips when my fingers brush against the bulge in his pants, feeling it almost shyly. I force my tongue into his mouth again, moaning desperately as his hand pulls on my hair. I trap his tongue piercing between my teeth and pull on it, dragging his tongue out of his mouth.
A deep, husky moan escapes him and resonates in the immensity that surrounds us as I keep pulling.
I’ve wondered what his tongue piercing would feel like for so long that I can’t believe it’s actually happening.
The slight metallic taste of the surgical stainless steel complements his honey-like essence.
It’s intoxicating. And I already want to taste every single inch of his body, to memorize him completely.
When I release his piercing, Damien drags his tongue across his teeth, making the metal crackle against them. He’s so freaking hot, I don’t know where to start touching and kissing again. I take a minute to admire him: lips slightly parted, hooded glowing eyes fixed on mine.
As if it’s moving on its own, my hand reaches for Damien’s neck.
My long fingers dig into the sides of his throat in a possessive manner I didn’t know I’d enjoy so much.
The burn of his soft skin against my palm when he swallows sends a wave of heat down my spine.
Desire takes over me as I taste his breath on my lips, and the soft moan he releases when I tighten my grip has me almost gasping.
I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, haven’t I? Maybe for much, much longer than I want to admit. I just . . . want to make him mine.
“Yes, Killi, I’m all yours,” he groans, almost as if he’s read my mind, throwing his head back to give me better access to his neck and still grinding against my thigh in a tantalizing rhythm.
My body seems to vibrate with anticipation; I’m so turned on, so desperate that I don’t even know what to do with him.
The urge to come and make him come with me is overwhelming.
I want to do it over and over again, in every possible way, until he can’t take it anymore and begs me to stop. I just want all of him.
I feel my lips tremble as I stare at his pale neck, becoming aware of the way his vein pulses under my index finger. My mouth waters at the sight, and I can’t stop myself from reaching for it. To taste him. Finally.
My tongue runs up and down the vein, feeling its warmth and vibration underneath Damien’s skin. I can’t hold back the desire to bite him, just like I can’t stop my deep growls as soon as his blood touches my tongue.
It burns, consuming me whole as it slides down my throat and forces my eyes to roll to the back of my head. It’s thick, beautifully salty, and sprinkled with sweet honey and a minty edge. It tastes just like he smells. His essence is my new favorite flavor.
My new addiction.
“Oh—fuck—” I hear him moan as I pull from his veins, completely enraptured by his taste and the fire that spreads through me.
I tighten my grip on his throat even more, losing control of myself.
His Adam’s apple bobs against my palm when he swallows hard, panting and whimpering into the silence.
The night breeze couldn’t possibly cool me down right now.
I’m on fire. And so is he, impossibly warm against my body. So small, yet so perfect.
The roll of Damien’s hips becomes somewhat erratic as he picks up the pace, rubbing himself against me with abandon, shamelessly, like nothing matters other than the pleasure building between us.
I can feel how hard he is, the warmth of his cock palpable even through our clothes.
I moan into his veins, blinded by the ever rising ecstasy that consumes me.
“Killi, I’m—I’m so close—” His voice is merely a breathless whisper, his words the most wonderful thing he could have said to me.
But I can’t stop. Not even to say the lewd things I wanna say to him.
God, yes. Come for me, baby.
Once more, I press harder on his neck, tightening my chokehold as I continue to suck.
I feel his fingers pull on my hair hard, his ragged breaths hot against my ear.
He shakes helplessly in my arms, moaning desperately in a high-pitched tone I’ve never heard before.
A shiver runs down my spine at that sound; it’s so beautiful, so deeply erotic.
Damien’s hips go still after a few more slow movements, but he continues to pant and whimper while I lick his wounds closed and pull back.
My lips tremble as waves of burning pleasure continue to course through my throbbing veins, his blood reaching even the very last corners of my being.
Damien throws his head back, his entire body going limp.
He lets his weight rest on my arm, while my other hand holds on to the front of his neck.
The way he fits against me makes my heart skip a beat, as if he belongs on my lap, between my arms. He looks like the most beautiful rag doll to ever exist, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
“Fucking hell, Killi . . .” He laughs softly. “How dare you make me come like that?”
My heart races at his words; the fire inside me intensifying tenfold, just at the sight of him all spent because of me. I did it. I drove him over the edge with my bare fangs and a bit of friction. And it’s the hottest thing in the entire universe. My cock and veins pulse in excitement.
He forces his head back up, staring at me with hungry, glowing eyes and a mischievous grin.
He’s stunning in every possible way. I struggle to believe that this is real and not one of my many fantasies.
I almost want to pinch myself to see if I’m not dreaming, but I don’t think my mind is capable of creating something as perfect as the real Damien.
While I stare at him, he pushes himself off the ground and shakes off the dirt from his jeans. He stumbles away from me, his legs still wobbly. I want to laugh at that, but I don’t.
“Get in the fucking car,” he says. Or more like orders.
I blink up at him a few times before I can actually process his words and get up. My cock is still hard, creating a tent on my jeans that Damien can’t seem to keep his eyes away from. I shake off the dust from my ass and the back of my legs, then move towards the car.
He doesn’t just want to leave now, right? I’m definitely not done with him yet.
As I’m walking around the car, towards the driver’s door, I feel an intense pain shoot up from my ass cheek, accompanied for a loud noise that resonates in the desert hills. My back straightens as I gasp. It stings like hell.
Did he just . . . spank me?
I look at Damien over my shoulder, my irises glowing and eyebrows raised in surprise. I wasn’t expecting that. At all.
“On the back seat, Killien,” he says, walking past me to open the door. “And take those fucking ugly clothes off. They remind me of Owen.”