Chapter 15
Damian
Idon’t want to go to sleep, to close my eyes and wake up to a woman who’s forgotten me again. So I watch her long into the night. I study each subtle movement of her face. Each new wrinkle, every freckle, the dip of her nose and curve of her lips—it’s all precious to me.
Eventually, I fall asleep against my will, dreaming of Kat.
She’s still conked out when I wake up, and I thank the goddess for a few extra minutes before the inevitable loss.
Light pierces through the thin curtain over her window, but its softness lets me know it’s still early.
Just as I’m wondering how much longer she’ll sleep, her long lashes flutter and she stretches.
I hold my breath.
She opens her eyes and blinks at me, then her lips curl in a soft smile. “Damian.”
No single word has ever sounded sweeter or meant so much. Tears crowd my eyes. “You remember?”
“Well, um, not everything… but I remember last night.” A soft blush creeps up her neck. “I remember our kiss.”
Between one breath and the next, I grab her and pull her into a kiss more urgent than the one last night.
That kiss was a searching exploration. This one is a searing brand.
She meets my energy, no resistance, no hesitation.
Her hands grip the back of my hair as she rolls us, so I’m on my back with her pressed on top of me.
Relief radiates between us. Relief and desperation.
“You’re never leaving my side,” I say between heavy kisses. It’s unsustainable, and I know it, but I’ll do anything to ensure this woman never forgets me again. She’s mine. And I’m keeping her this time.
She parts her legs so they fall on either side of my hips, straddling me as she lets out a low moan.
“Can I fuck you, sweetheart? Please let me fuck you.” The words are a plea spoken right against her lips. “It’s been so long, and I’ve missed you so much, and—”
Stopping me with a hand over my mouth, she leans close to my ear. “Not too loud,” she whispers. “I… don’t want to share you yet.”
Otto is snoring softly beside us, completely oblivious to the deep joy I’m feeling. He’s important to me—to us—but I get what she means. This moment feels like it’s just ours. Our own acknowledgement of what we had, and lost, and could hopefully have again.
She slowly removes her hand from my mouth and sits up, raising her shirt over her head. Damn. Her breasts are even fuller and heavier than they used to be. Generous handfuls begging to be squeezed and caressed. So fucking perfect.
Wanting to savor the moment, I glide my hands up her thighs to the curve of her hips, sliding from her waist to the pillowy mounds hanging in front of me.
Her nipples are pert, hard little points.
I flick one and twist the other. Kat moans before laying down on top of me again.
Her soft skin slides against mine as we resume kissing.
It’s so familiar and yet all new. There’s something celebratory in the way we explore each other, joyful and exhilarating. The sweetest moment of my life. She remembers.
But… with only the thin fabric of my boxers between us, I’m suddenly very aware that she only remembers as far back as last night. Not long at all.
“Are you sure?” I whisper.
She nips my bottom lip. “Fuck me, Damian. Fuck me so hard I’ll never forget you again.”
Scales pop out on her skin, a clear sign she’s losing control of her emotions as much as I am. I should probably calm her down, but I’m not sure I can. I’m too emotional myself. And maybe being claimed by her mate will help her control. Even if it’s not the mate who turned her.
Using my claws, I slice through my boxers, a precise cut that does little more than scratch my skin. Kat whimpers as I roughly tug the fabric out from between us, dragging it along her clit in the process.
There’s nothing between us now, and the feel of my mate—my beautiful, precious mate—is almost more than I can bear. She lifts on her knees just enough for me to grip my cock and line up with her opening.
“Shit, a condom,” I whisper. It’s not something I normally think about. Dragons can only have offspring if they’re mates. But Kat and I… I’m not sure how this works.
Before I can get lost in that thought, Kat shakes her head and leans over me, her soft hair framing her heart-shaped face. “I’ve got an implant.”
Our eyes catch, so much going unsaid. I drag the head of my cock over her clit. She bites her lip to contain a groan, but it still hums in her chest. I do it again, stroking her with my dripping tip. She lets out a lovely whimper.
Damn, I love the sound of her pleasure, but she’s not the only one who doesn’t want to share right now.
“Shhh.” Lifting on my elbows, I bring my mouth right to her ear.
“Be a good girl and bite your tongue while you wrap that pussy around my cock, love. I don’t want anyone else hearing those sweet sounds. ”
She grins, then slowly sinks down, meeting my gaze as she swallows me inch by fucking inch. She doesn’t lift and lower herself. She falls in one torturously slow movement. A sensual glide.
I bite back my moan as she tries to sink all the way down my length, hindered by my fist still holding the base of my cock.
I want to be all the way inside her, to fuck up into her with hard, claiming thrusts, but I keep still, giving her time to adjust to my size before letting her take all of me.
The denial demands every ounce of concentration I have, but I don’t want to hurt her, and I don’t want to rush this.
I’m already two thrusts away from coming, and that kind of speed isn’t what I’m after. I’m not coming until she does.
“Damian,” she scolds as she tugs on my wrist.
I don’t let go of my cock, the firm grip just enough to keep me from spilling. “Give me a minute.”
I forgot how good she feels. So warm and wet and right.
I have to take deep breaths to keep from coming too soon, already overwhelmed.
When I finally let go of myself, her pelvis immediately sinks down, taking all of me.
My cock kicks against her walls, eager and excited to be back where it belongs, inside my mate.
We groan together and simultaneously cover each other’s mouths, which makes me chuckle and her eyes light with amusement.
I move both hands to her hips and flip us. The bed bounces, and Otto makes a cute little sigh as he rolls away. He doesn’t wake up, though I’m not sure I’d mind anymore. Now that I’m inside her, claiming her, some part of me wants someone to witness this, to know how fully she’s mine.
“Shhh.” Kat brings a finger to her lips.
Does she really expect me to keep quiet when I’m seated all the way inside her for the first time in fourteen years? Yeah, that's not gonna happen. I’m done being quiet. At this point, if Otto wakes up, he wakes up.
“You feel too good, love,” I groan.
Keeping our bodies close, I rock my hips, rubbing against her clit with each subtle movement. “See how well we fit together?”
Without withdrawing, I build up my pace. Hard, deep thrusts, grinding against her, just how I remember she likes it. Our bodies close, tits smashed against my chest, soft belly against my abs, lips connected, tongues tangled, breath heavy and panting.
Electric warmth pools at the base of my spine. Fuck. Fuck! I can’t come yet. Need her to come first. I take deep breaths and slow my movements. “Come for me, Kat. Come on my cock. I can’t—I’m—”
It’s impossible to say which of us comes first. The second I spill myself inside her, she clamps down, spasming around me as I tense and unload. It feels like it goes on forever and not nearly long enough. I swear my soul leaves my body.
I collapse, unable to hold myself up. Not wanting to crush her, I immediately roll off, cock slipping free with a satisfying squelch.
She suddenly gasps, sitting straight up with wild eyes. Pulling the sheet against her bare chest, she tumbles out of bed, tripping and landing on her ass.
“Fuck, Kat, are you okay?” I lean over the side of the bed to check on her.
She takes one look at me and screams.