Chapter 14 #4
His pace is ruthless now, jerking me back and forth, meeting each of his thrusts. I circle my clit at the same pace, already building a pressure in my lower stomach. When his movements start to stutter, I slip a finger into my soaking hole, whimpering around his cock when he twitches on my tongue.
“Fuck, Ashia. Just like that, baby. Keep going.” He moans, and my core clenches on command.
His brutal pace picks up even more. He slams into me relentlessly, truly fucking my throat.
Drool and tears stream down my face and chin, lubing him up to slide in and out as forcefully as he wants.
My insides twist and knot up, desperate to explode.
When his body tenses and his cock stiffens, ready to blow, I force him down my throat until my nose meets his pelvis.
I slide a second finger into my cunt and put just a little more pressure on my clit, exploding the moment he does.
Stars detonate behind my now-closed eyes and I drench my hand, practically suffocating my own two fingers by how harshly I clamp around them.
My screams come out muffled and gagged as his cum pools in my throat and mouth, and I fight to keep it all in.
I savor the taste, holding it there while he stills inside me.
When I finally open my eyes and look up at him, he’s staring down at me with heaving breaths.
His pupils are blown now instead of pinpoints, and as we lock gazes, he slowly retreats from my throat.
I swallow his seed, never averting my gaze to show him that his cum is fucking mine.
That anything and everything that is him, is mine.
Hopefully, he doesn’t understand it in the way that I mean it, because that would mean that he does remember what they did to him.
His face softens, but not in a saddened way.
It’s like he sees my commitment to him, and it’s enough to heal a fraction of the pain he’s endured.
He drops to his knees in front of me, looking both physically and mentally exhausted.
His body is no longer as tense, and his breaths aren’t as hefty, obviously feeling some type of relief.
I don’t wait a moment to throw my arms around him, pulling him into my embrace and melting against him when he does the same.
We bury our faces into each other’s necks to take the other in.
Sweat, sex, and fallen leaves permeate through the wooded area, but neither of us seem to mind.
We’re completely enraptured with each other, just like we always have been, and nothing has felt more right recently.
Whatever took over his mind before is gone now.
It’s just us, on our land, where we’re both safe.
We’re home, in the kingdom he built for us.
When he pulls back enough to rest his forehead against mine, I plant a soft kiss to his lips, needing to feel him more than anything else in the world.
His hand moves to cup my face and pull me in even deeper.
What was once electric and rough has faded into something sweet and calm, moving in gentle rhythm.
“Ash?! D?!” Carter yells in the distance, tearing us from the moment. Damien pulls away, just a tiny bit, and his face twists like he’s both pissed and disappointed to hear his voice. I shake my head, nudging my face back into him like we did before.
“Don’t worry about them. We’ll go home, okay?
” He nods at my suggestion and buries his face into my neck once again.
I keep my head nudged into his, frantically fixing his pants before the guys find us.
As we stand, the crunching of leaves and twigs draws Damien’s attention, and it’s like his demons come for him again.
He wraps his arm around me before I can fully turn around, cradling my belly in his arm as he yanks me against him in a panic.
I lay my arm against his to match it and reach up with the other to cup the base of his neck, melting back against him.
“It’s okay. It’s just Zeke and Carter,” I reassure him just before they emerge from the surrounding trees.
“Jesus Christ, I didn’t call you out here just for us to lose you, too,” Zeke huffs, clearly angry but relieved now that he’s found us.
“Sorry. Everything’s fine.” I’m discreet, feeling Damien’s paranoid grip on me tighten.
“You guys finish up and come back to the house. I’m going to take him upstairs for a while.
” I plan on texting them about the warning Victoria received once we get inside.
Damien is not in the right headspace to handle the threat, and I’m not willing to test that theory.
Before they have the chance to argue or ask what happened, I lead Damien the way they came, figuring they know the way back.
His arm remains around me as we step side by side, and when his grip adjusts ever so lightly when the baby kicks, I know he’s using her to ground himself.
This was too much. The trees were too much.
I can only hope that this hasn’t set him back, that our lust in the forest proved that there’s nothing out here to hurt him. He just has to calm down first…