Chapter 29
Twenty-Nine
Damien
It takes a while for Killien to process my command. Or, maybe, he wasn’t expecting me to actually give him orders. Either way, it’s freaking cute. He’s confused as fuck, frozen exactly where I slapped his ass real hard.
I’m not sure why I did it. I’m feeling a little bit wild tonight.
So much so, that I just came in my pants.
It was his fault, though. After wanting him for so long, I lost it with the tight, possessive chokehold he had me in and his pull on my heart as he drank from me.
The fact that he wanted all of me was too damn good.
It just felt real, and deep, and it tickled just right.
I unbutton the jeans I’m wearing—his jeans, which I obviously wish I could keep on forever—while I wait for him to come back to life.
His glowing eyes instantly move to my crotch as I kick the jeans off and throw them on the floor, at the back of the car.
I don’t even care that my underwear is stained with the evidence of what he just did to me.
I proceed to take off the ugly grey T-shirt and drop it as well.
Only then, Killien reacts and starts taking off Owen’s jeans.
I stare at the outline of his cock inside his boxers and bite back a groan.
He’s so hot, it’s not even funny. And he tastes so much better than I imagined.
Everything is better than I thought, honestly.
I almost can’t believe he’s real, that I actually have him now.
He stands before me, almost naked, piling his clothes on top of mine. Then he finally climbs on the back seat of our Grand Cherokee. Thank fuck. For a second, I thought I’d have to drag him. He stays in the middle of the seat, eyes on mine as if he was absolutely fascinated by me.
“Lie on your back,” I say, leaning into the car and helping his legs on top of the seat.
I can only grin as I climb onto the back seat and close the door behind me.
We’re suddenly in absolute silence, no longer caressed by the cool desert breeze.
His slow breathing is all I hear while I hover over him, kneeling between his legs.
I roll one of my lip rings as I stare up and down Killien’s body, taking him in.
He’s so damn gorgeous. I adore the cluster of freckles on top of his shoulders. I want to kiss them one by one. And the little trail of ginger hairs that gets lost in his boxers makes his abs much more enticing. All he does is watch me, waiting patiently for me to make the next move.
After a long sigh, I lean forward and claim his lips.
We get lost in a kiss that feels absolutely surreal, sending a wave of tickles down my spine.
How many times have I dreamed of doing this?
For how many years have I wondered what his tongue would feel like wrestling mine?
Somehow, I still can’t believe it’s real.
Not even as I let my body rest on top of his, our chests heaving against one another.
His hard cock meets mine through the soft fabric of our boxers, which has him hissing into my mouth.
Both of his hands cup my face, moving along with my head when I tilt it to kiss him deeper.
His touch makes me bristle as my stomach flutters, and the softness and burn of his skin seems unreal as I grind my hips against his.
Killien’s fingers travel down my back; soft, reverent, exploring.
He has never touched me like this before, as if he’s mapping every inch of my skin.
I moan into our kiss, reveling in his gentle caress.
For the first time in my life, I don’t want to shy away from someone else’s loving touch.
This time, it’s coming exactly from the person I want.
The tender side of myself is only for him to see, only for him to possess. It has always been.
I’m his. I’m all his. And he’s fucking mine.
I let my hands explore his body, slowly and gently, like he does with mine.
The warmth between us seems to intensify with each passing second, making my cock leak once more.
Being so close to him, doing the things I thought were impossible for most of my life, is more than enough to make me lose control.
Killien grabs one of my ass cheeks roughly, which makes me gasp in surprise into his lips as he breaks our kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers into my ear, a wave of shivers running down my entire body. “Touching you feels amazing, Damien . . . I can’t believe this took so long.”
I laugh, unable to hold it back, staring down into his glowing amber eyes. “If you keep saying shit like that, I’ll come in my pants again.”
Killien groans and pulls my hips down harder, his fingers digging painfully into my butt cheek. “Good, because I want to watch you come for me over and over again.”
Oh. My. God.
Who is this and what has he done with my innocent, sweet Killien?
“Is that so?” I try to act cool, but I’m a minute away from another orgasm. This naughty side of him I’ve never seen before gets under my skin in the most delicious way. “Have you been thinking about what you’d say to me, or is this spontaneous?”
“Both,” he chuckles, before pulling me in for another deep, passionate kiss.
I let him guide the movements of my hips. With each squeeze of his hand, I’m getting closer and closer to the edge. Giving him control of what we’re doing turns me on way too much, apparently. I become a panting mess on top of him, trying by all means not to come again.
Killien pulls his lips back and presses his nose against mine, still forcing me to hump him.
We’re so close that I can taste his breath.
Our gazes remain locked on each other’s in a moment so intense I feel myself almost slipping down the abyss.
The way he looks at me makes my heart skip a beat; like I’m precious, like he can’t get enough, like he’s enjoying getting to see this side of me.
There’s a connection between us, something that goes so far back I don’t even know when it started, or how.
But it’s there, and it shows in the way my body reacts to him with the most intense pleasure.
I’m right on the edge; exposed, vulnerable, and drowning in the surging ecstasy.
The silence that surrounds us is almost complete, except for my ragged breaths and the subtle squeak of the leather seat underneath us as Killien drags my body back and forth against his.
“Let it go,” he whispers, a wicked smile on his lips.
I bite the insides of my cheeks, trying to force myself to calm down. But it’s futile; my body wants to obey him. With one more forced movement of my hips, I’m pushed over the edge. Pleasure takes over me while my cock throbs and spills once more.
I rub my nose against his, trembling and falling apart for him, just like he wanted.
The noises coming out of me are completely unfiltered; high-pitched, desperate whimpers I wouldn’t let anyone else hear.
It feels so good, so much more intense than it should.
He struggles to catch his breath while he stares at my face, taking in every single twitch of my muscles.
My cheeks heat up, but I don’t look away.
I can’t keep coming just from this. It’s fucking pathetic. I’m so weak for him.
A deep groan escapes Killien’s lips as he lets go of my butt to pull his boxers down.
While I catch my breath, I help him out of his underwear.
My eyes linger on his pulsing erection for a while.
How can someone’s cock be so beautiful? Of course, it’s attached to Killien, so it has to be perfect.
Still, it’s bigger and prettier than I dreamed of.
I swallow hard as my hand wraps around his shaft, stroking him gently a few times.
It’s almost like I’m suddenly an inexperienced teenager again, forgetting how to do this properly while my heart races.
Killien groans, biting the corner of his lower lip and staring at me with burning fire in his eyes.
And I’m already getting hard again just at the sight of him all turned on by my touch.
I lived this exact moment a million times in my mind, but reality is just superior.
His scent intoxicates me as I bring my lips to the tip of his cock.
It’s sweet and . . . kind of citrusy? I stick out my tongue and lick his precum.
A burning electric shock of pleasure shoots down my spine.
He tastes so good, so much better than anyone else.
Sweet, but not sickly so. The accent note of his essence reminds me a lot of tangerine, somehow.
I can’t seem to find anything else to compare it to.
I start laughing at that.
Seriously?
A ginger man who tastes like fucking tangerine?
That’s wild.
“Having fun?” Killien chuckles, unbothered by my weird reaction.
“You taste like tangerine.” I snort, burying my face in his thigh while I continue to laugh.
“What?” He’s laughing too, his cock wiggling in my hand. “Why tangerine? Can’t it be something that isn’t . . . orange?”
I don’t know why vampires taste sweet, or why we all have a characteristic flavor; there must be some kind of science to it, I’m sure.
But it’s not something I can understand.
Maybe it’s just to make our lives easier and ensure that we feed from each other.
Because human blood doesn’t taste very good, to be honest.
I sit back on my heels, still laughing. The moment feels magical, our car suddenly filled with our giggles while we stare at each other.
His smile is the best thing I’ve ever seen, just like this moment of intimacy is the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
There’s no need to act up, to hide anything.
We just find it funny, so we laugh. Simple.
“What do I taste like?” I tease him, forcing my laugh down and resuming my slow strokes on his rock-hard cock.
“Honey,” he sighs, distracted by the movement of my hand. “Smoked honey and mint, I’d say.”