Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
T horn was a hot, sweaty mess when they left the taverna, but once they’d gotten back to the hotel, she was beyond salvaging. Too far gone to even consider objecting, she let Damian lead her by the hand up to their room.
As soon as Damian kicked the door shut, they collided like magnets. His arms encircled her back, trapping her against him, while she lifted her chin, already seeking out his mouth.
With a groan, he lowered his head and claimed her lips, kissing her deep and hard until her head was spinning.
Oh, God.
She was swirling out of control. The rush was all-consuming, and any semblance of rational thought flew from her mind as his lips crushed against hers, bruising in their intensity.
His hot tongue delved into her mouth, probing, exploring, devouring.
She was burning up inside. The taste of him, his masculine scent, his aftershave—so intense, so addictive—it was all too much. She was losing it.
Melting.
Incinerating.
It was crazy, yet somehow, she craved more. Clutching onto his arms, she kissed him back fiercely, hearing him growl. His hands became more urgent, running up her back, tugging the dress off her shoulders.
No argument there.
One day…
One day to give in to the desire that had been raging through her since they’d first met. That messed up emotion that had skewed her opinion of him, the revelation about righting wrongs, the naked attraction she couldn’t ignore—it all came out now in this deep, toe-curling kiss.
“Damian…” she gasped, as his mouth moved from her lips to her neck, and down to her shoulder. His stubble burned a scorching trail across her skin, making her tilt her neck back to give him better access.
He paused, looking up at her. His fiery gaze filled with such heat, it made her legs weak. There was a question in his eyes, as if he were giving her a chance to resist, a chance to push him away.
She didn’t.
If she were honest, she’d known this would happen from the moment he’d given her the blue dress. Possibly even earlier, from the kiss on the mountain trail.
One night…
A triumphant glimmer lit his eyes as he tugged the dress down until it was bunched around her waist. Her breasts jumped free, the sports bra doing nothing to stop her nipples from hardening into tight little buds.
In one quick move, he unsnapped the fastens at the back, and it flew off, exposing her bare breasts. Now she was totally exposed, but she didn’t care. Not when she saw the look on his face. Awe, mixed with something much more intense.
He emitted another low groan as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
The heat.
His mouth was scorching hot, and she cried out as his tongue caressed the engorged nub. Her breasts hadn’t been touched, other than by her own hand, for nearly a decade. They weren’t used to this type of searing onslaught.
Sparks flew from her breasts to her belly, to her core, and she clamped her legs together as she felt a surge of wetness.
“Relax,” he murmured, his mouth moving to the other breast. “Let yourself enjoy it.”
Oh, God. She was going to self-combust. Any moment now and she’d burst into flames. It was too much, too overwhelming.
A sob escaped her, and he glanced up. “It’s okay, we’ll take it slow.”
Slow?
Who was he kidding?
She was an inferno burning from the inside out. A raging, out-of-control wildfire.
He straightened up and reclaimed her mouth. His kiss was gentler this time, but no less scorching. If anything, it seared deeper, caressing her mouth, making her feel things she hadn’t felt in years.
It drew her out, slowly but surely, probing into her soul. Her nipples tingled from his tongue, wet and on fire. Her body cried out for more, yet the words didn’t come.
Still, he knew.
She didn’t have to say anything, her body was saying it for her.
He peeled her dress the rest of the way off, letting it drop around her ankles. The look in his eyes as he gazed at her nakedness was enough to make her melt into a puddle of longing, right then and there.
“Christ, Rose, you’re beautiful.”
Picking her up, he laid her on the bed, then covered her with his body. They kissed again, deep and searing, until she was weak with longing. She clawed at his back, pinning him close, wanting to feel as much of him as possible, in case this spell suddenly broke.
Then suddenly, his mouth was burning a trail to her breasts, capturing them one by one, turning them from cool to scorching hot in the blink of an eye. She gasped, arching her back, the sensation was so exquisite.
How could anything feel this good? A tightly coiled tension began to build in her stomach, growing as he sucked and flicked at her nipples with his tongue. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, he stopped, releasing her breast. Her entire body was buzzing with something she couldn’t describe.
It was crazy, insane, intense—and she loved it.
He was kissing her stomach now, his tongue delving into her belly button, making her squirm. Every nerve ending was on fire, her body overly sensitive.
She shuddered as he pulled down her soaked panties, sliding the material over her skin. She was past caring. Moaning, she lifted her hips, barely conscious of what she was doing. All she knew was she needed to get some release. Somehow.
“Please,” she begged, as he ran a hand down her leg, his other resting on her stomach, just above her pubic hair. He stroked her gently, his hand moving further down until his thumb pressed between her slick folds, making her gasp.
With mesmerizing slowness, he began to rotate his finger in small circles over her clit, until she was writhing with wild abandon. If this was what it felt like to be normal, she wanted more of it. Much more.
A whole army of drones could drop bombs on the hotel, and she wouldn’t notice.
“Damian,” she hissed, grasping the bed covers, her hands balling into fists. But instead of replying, he bent his head and his tongue took the place of his finger.
Thorn cried out, letting go of the sheet and clutching his head. Fire burst through her, exploding upwards until her whole body was trembling. He sucked at her core, his teeth grazing her, sending shockwaves of pure desire through her already shaking body.
His big hands moved to her hips, pressing down, anchoring her so he could have his full. His mouth ravaged her, until she was a dripping, yelping mess.
Thorn wasn’t sure how much more she could stand. A sob wracked her body, as she gasped his name. He sucked hard, drawing her clit into his mouth.
Fuuuck.
She couldn’t handle it anymore. She was right on the edge. The tightness in her stomach grew, until she was wound so tightly she felt like she was going to unleash at any moment. She was soaring, flying higher and higher, swirling into nothingness.
One last suck and she was flying off the edge of the cliff, crying out as spasm after spasm consumed her body. She bucked like a woman possessed, but he moved with her, letting her ride it out, his mouth still attached like a limpet.
She came so hard, she saw stars. Over and over again, smaller convulsions spread through her, until she was totally and utterly spent. Only then did he break their bond.
Exhausted and more than a little hazy, she collapsed back on the bed, her eyes closed. It was only then that she remembered he’d called her Rose.
Damian watched as she collapsed, utterly spent on the bed, her beautiful body still trembling with aftershocks. Her breath came in shallow, rapid bursts, her chest rising and falling like she’d just run a marathon.
Fuck, she fired his blood.
His cock strained against his jeans, throbbing with unfulfilled desire. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to explode.
As she recovered, he stripped off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor. The bed creaked as he crawled onto it, making her eyes flutter open.
“Damian, that was…” She gave a shy smile. “Wow.”
Her flushed skin, the way her eyes shone when she gazed at him, and that soft, vulnerable expression on her face—hell, he wanted her so bad.
“That was the warmup,” he said, his voice low and throaty. Her eyes dropped to his cock and widened. What he saw there nearly sent him over the edge. No fear, no apprehension, just a quick gasp and a silent invitation. Heat surged through his body, the need almost too great to handle.
She grabbed at him as he collapsed on top of her, their bodies slamming together. His mouth hungrily found hers, as her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him close.
He positioned himself at her opening and slid inside her. She was wet and slick, and so goddamn hot he could barely hang on. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced—intense, raw, and completely consuming.
“Jesus, Thorn…”
She whimpered as he encased himself fully inside her. Holy fucking hell, he was drowning in her tight heat. It was all he could do not to shoot his load right there and then.
He tried to savor the moment of complete connection but didn’t have the control. It was too intense, and he was too thick and swollen, too close to the edge. He withdrew and plunged in again, harder this time, with more force.
She cried out as he buried himself deeper, feeling her soft folds envelop him, absorbing him like they were meant to be together. The perfect fit.
He repeated the motion, knowing he was fucking close to coming, but wanting to prolong the exquisite agony. She moaned as he pounded into her, over and over again, until she was shifting up the bed with every thrust. The headboard slammed against the wall, and her glorious breasts jiggled up and down with the force. Both their bodies were coated with perspiration.
He'd never seen anything more sensual. In this moment, she was totally and fully his.
Time seemed to blur as they moved together, matching thrust for thrust, perfectly in sync. He plunged so fucking deep that he worried he’d split her in two.
Her cries escalated until her orgasm hit. Her body convulsed, lifting high off the bed like a woman possessed. Her head tilted back as spasms rocked her body.
Her sudden tightness sent him flying over the edge. A groan tore from his throat, his entire body shaking as he let go. And then he was coming deep inside her.
Like a pressure valve had blown off, he emptied his hot seed inside her, over and over again, until he had nothing left to give.