Chapter 25 #2
Before I have the chance to react, he jerks me forward, wrapping his arm across my back to slide me onto his face.
The hand that’s now on my hip latches on, keeping me fully seated as he dives in.
Pleasure shoots up my core and sends excitement all the way through to my fingertips.
I bite my lip to keep myself quiet, but the moment his nose moves around my clit and his tongue plunges inside me, I moan so loudly I’m sure everyone can hear it.
My body is scorching, sending flames through every vein and artery each time his tongue swirls inside me.
This isn’t gentle or sweet. This isn’t about love right now.
He’s desperate for control and using every bit of his God-like power.
His tongue is ruthless with every swipe and ravenous with every flick.
He’s demanding with every growl as he laps at my heat, and I’m happily kneeling before him.
Every rational sense is masked by a pleasurable haze, coating my senses in nothing but his touch.
He startles me with a nip from his teeth, and I yelp, jolting and pushing my hips into the sting.
I soften into a moan as he takes my clit into mouth and sucks, instantly easing the bite and sending ripples of ecstasy up my spine.
Every part of me is charging, feeding off his energy and building with pleasure too quickly. I don’t want this to end.
I look down, hoping to catch his eyes, but only catch strands of his hair past my pregnant belly.
The belly that’s growing his baby…that he put inside me…
I’m constantly filled with him, and the thought is intoxicating.
His tongue flicks my clit, shooting pleasure through my veins and only adding to the heat building in my core.
“God, baby. Please, I don’t—” He growls defiantly, almost roars, against my cunt, and a shock explodes through me.
“Damien! I’m going to come. Please…” My words are lost. He rumbles again, softer, yet more determined than before.
I’m riling him up, but I want him to slow down.
I don’t want this to be over. When he inevitably comes back up for air, we’ll be thrown into nothing but anger and violence.
But at least this way, he can take it out on me.
He uses his arm to pull me closer, then relaxes just enough to settle me back before doing it again—helping me ride his face.
My hips move on their own and follow his lead despite my reluctance.
I can’t help it. He’s driving me to the point of no return, and I’m chasing it.
I’m running after this high. As his other hand trails down from my neck, dragging his fingertips down my chest, tingles spread there and collide with the hum from my aching pussy.
I grip his hair in my hand, deciding to let go and enjoy the ride.
There’s no turning back now. There’s so much pressure building in my lower belly that I know if I don’t come now, I’ll be a whimpering mess, begging him to touch me any moment we get.
I ride him harder, forcing his tongue even deeper and his nose to press into my clit again.
More pressure builds with every thrust of my hips, pushing me until I’m right at the edge.
His hand moves to cup my breast, and the moment he pinches my nipple, I fall over the cliff, whimpering his name.
I clench and pulse around his tongue, letting my head fall back as waves of euphoria wash over me.
He tenses beneath me and moans while keeping the momentum, letting the waves roll on and on, not letting up for a moment.
My hips start to slow, but he’s not having it.
He’s not done. His grip around me tightens as he forces me to keep going.
Just as the waves begin to slow, he sucks my clit into his mouth again, charging the pressure up another time.
My release leaks down my legs, surely coating his chin and cheeks, but he’s determined to drink every bit of me.
I cry out when he moves to slide two fingers into my soaking cunt, scooping out every bit of my heat and feasting on it.
“Give me more, little wolf,” he growls against my slit and thrusts his fingers in, using the arm that’s still looped around me to pull me closer. “Fucking ride me.”
He swirls his tongue around my swollen and sensitive clit, pulling a scream from my lungs when he flicks the tip against it.
Lewd, wet noises ring out through the living room and drown out anything else besides my panting.
I do exactly as he says and ride his fingers like the desperate slut I am.
I’m shaking and heaving for breath, but stare up at the ceiling and pray for my God like a devout whore.
He curls his fingers in the perfect spot, at just the right time, and I shatter all over again, flooding his hand and face as I cry out for him.
His tongue laps greedily and mercilessly, unwilling to miss a single drop.
The ecstasy coursing through my veins starts to dwindle after my core pulses with unforgiving throbs, and that’s when he finally reels himself back in.
He lets out a sigh so euphoric, so relieving, that if his mouth wasn’t still moving, I’d think I drowned him.
I release my grip on his hair and caress his scalp, matching the slow movements of his tongue as he eases me down.
The hand that was clawing at my hip now caresses me in slow, gentle movements, making me melt against him.
I slide back enough to straddle his torso again, knowing that my legs are too shaky to try and crawl away or stand.
Damien is breathing just as heavily as I am, and while he may not be squeezing my breast anymore, his grip remains firm.
“I knew they got bigger, but holy fuck, finally feeling them is so much better than staring,” he says quietly, then licks my cum off his lips in the hottest swipe.
His eyes flutter and almost roll back at the taste, making my stomach flip in a way that it should not still be able to do after all of that.
There’s a daze misted over his eyes, one that sends another unwilling tingle through my fingertips.
I move my hand back to rest against his thigh, needing to steady my wobbly posture, but I only find wet fabric and heat under my palm.
My eyes dart over my shoulder to catch the now-damp spot over his crotch, then look back at him with a surprised pitch to my brow.
“Did you just come?”
He nods lazily and sports a dazed smirk.
“My wife came on my tongue, twice. Of course, I did—also twice.”
I just shake my head, trying to fight the flush on my cheeks. The hand that was cupping my breast moves to the middle of my chest, and I cover it with mine in hopes that he doesn’t answer my question in a way that’ll break our spell.
“Are you done feeling murdery?” I ask cautiously, knowing that he’s probably walking on a very thin line between yes and no. He looks at the ceiling for a moment, then back at me with a softened stare.
“No, not really. But fuck, do I feel a whole lot better.” We both chuckle softly as he helps me off of him, only sitting up and holding me steady once both of my knees are on the floor again.
“We need to change.”
“We have laundry in the dryer. We can just change in there. I don’t want anyone to see you.” He points to the hallway, turning his head in the most attractive way for something that shouldn’t immediately turn me on again.
“When did you finish our clothes?”
“Before I made the coffee.” He shrugs, but he has no idea how insanely hot that is.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper, attempting to get to my feet. Damien practically jumps to help me up, though, knowing how off-balance I’ve been with this big belly.
“Are you two done fucking?! We’ve got serious problems!” Zeke yells from upstairs, and I cringe. Damien wraps his arm around me like he’s trying to ease my embarrassment.
“Shut the hell up and give us a minute! There are little ears up there!” Damien yells back then looks down at me, already aggravated once again.
“We need to get them the fuck out of our house.” I smile softly at him, not really knowing what else to say.
He tries to reciprocate it, but his lips don’t keep the grin.
It falls almost instantly. “I know I need to wait and come up with a plan, but I don’t fucking want to.
I want to storm into the Attic and gut him. ”
I rub his chest, taking in every harsh beat of his heart.
“I know…”
He stares into my eyes as he faintly runs his hand up and down my side, trying to keep us both in the moment.
“I’m not going to do that, but I just want you to know where my head is.” His voice is so sincere, punching me right in the gut. I reach up on my toes and kiss his cheek, silently telling him that I appreciate his effort before we step away.
We make our way to the laundry room, listening to Zeke and Alex’s argument flow down the stairs.
Elizabeth hasn’t said much since she came here, but with Zeke’s mouth, she’ll be saying ‘fuck’ in no time.
I mean, we cuss a lot, too, but not in front of her.
My brother clearly doesn’t care, and now I’m starting to think our little girl’s first word will be ‘shit’ or something crude.
It is rather odd that we didn’t hear actual screaming from up there.
I figured Zeke would’ve picked up where he stopped Damien and killed Kade himself.
I’m sure this morning is about to get a lot worse, because now, we not only have to keep an interaction between Damien and Kade civil, but my brother will have to keep his cool, and I’m sure Victoria and Elizabeth are awake after all of the commotion.
We just need to listen to Kade and come up with a plan—hopefully one that doesn’t involve cleaning blood off the wooden floors again.