22. Sienna
SIENNA
E very time Damian touches me, I feel as if I’m coming unraveled.
I gasp as his fingers work inside of me, trying to open me up enough for him to fuck me, and I wish he would just do it. A perverse, adrenaline-fueled part of me wants to know what that would feel like, what it would be like for him to just take me and fuck me the way I know he wants to.
But he’s always so careful with me. And as much as I know, it comes from a place of caring, from him wanting to protect me from everything, even his own desires, I want him to let go.
I want to be the reason he loses control.
I reach up, bracketing his face with my hands as I kiss him again, my hips arching as his fingers work me closer to my first climax.
It feels more urgent, knowing he won’t let himself inside of me until I come, knowing I have to give him this in order to have what I really want.
The pleasure thrums through me, vibrating over my skin as Damian touches me as if he’s always known exactly how, as if he was made for me, and me for him.
Maybe we were made for each other. The thought flashes through my head as the first orgasm grips me, making my back arch and my hands grip the counter hard, my head falling back as I cry out.
It feels so good, wave after wave of pleasure so much stronger than anything I’ve ever given myself, and I never want it to end.
I never want this to end.
“Damian—” I whimper his name as he keeps stroking his fingers inside of me, his thumb still rolling over my swollen flesh. “Damian, please?—”
“You’re still too tight,” he growls, his fingers speeding up, working to drive another climax from my still-shuddering body. “One more, Sienna?—”
“No, please,” I gasp, my hips rocking against his hand. “I want to come with you inside of me. Please , Damian?—”
“ Fuck , I love how you sound when you beg for my cock, dikaya koshka ,” he growls, his voice low and thick with need. “One more and you can have it, dorogoy .”
I let out a whimper of protest, but my body is already tensing, pleasure coursing through me like a live wire as I grind on his hand, eager for more, for him .
The promise of getting everything I want pushes me over the edge again as he manipulates my pleasure like he’s always known exactly how to make me come.
He’s the only man who’s ever been able to. The only man who’s ever touched me like this, and made me feel the things he does.
Damian groans as he feels me clench and flutter around his hand again, my hips arching and bucking as I moan his name.
“ Yes, dorogoy , fuck —” he curses in Russian beneath his breath as he draws out every last drop of pleasure from my body and then, while I’m still breathing hard and shuddering, his hands reach for my hips and pull me off of the counter.
He turns me swiftly, bending me over the sink, and I grab at the edges of the counter as I hear him yank down his zipper behind me. “ Fuck—Christ ,” he hisses as I feel his swollen cockhead nudge at my drenched entrance, the words uttered through gritted teeth.
I love it. I love the sound of need in his voice when he touches me, when he slides inside of me. I love how it sounds as if he can’t get enough of me, like he’d die if he couldn’t have me .
He makes me feel beautiful, and wanted. Like a goddess, like something to worship instead of something to use, and I feel sure that I’ll never get over it.
Even after two orgasms, I can feel how my body struggles to accommodate him. His hips nudge forward, slowly pushing his thick tip into my slick entrance, and my fingers curl tightly around the edges of the counter. Damian stops abruptly, his breathing fast and hard behind me.
“Am I hurting you, Sienna?” His voice is a low, lusty growl, and I want to push my hips back against him, take all of him, whether it hurts or not.
Maybe he’d punish me if I did , a small voice in my head whispers, and I don’t hate the idea, not even a little.
I still remember the burn of his palm against my ass when he spanked me for coming into his room to tease him, how it hurt and turned me on all at once, leaving me a dripping mess squirming in his lap.
I want more of that. I want Damian unhinged, raw, entirely himself. I want every filthy desire he has, and I want him to know that I can take it.
That I want it, too.
“Just fuck me,” I breathe, arching back onto him. “Please, Damian, I can’t wait any longer. Please, I need your cock?—”
His hand on my hip squeezes, flattening out as he smooths it over the curve of my ass, and for one heart-stuttering moment I think that he’s going to spank me for saying something so dirty.
Or maybe it’s just my own fantasies, the things that I didn’t know I wanted until I met Damian, until he showed me the beginning of pleasure I couldn’t have ever imagined before.
Instead, he just squeezes my ass in one hand, the swollen head of his cock pushing inside of me as I gasp. “ Damian—” I breathe his name, looking up in the mirror, and when my eyes meet his in our reflections, he growls out a curse in Russian.
“ God, zhena , you make me want to fuck you like—” His hips jerk forward, pushing another thick inch of his cock into me, and I shudder with pleasure as he fills me little by little, opening me up for him as he slides deeper .
He feels so good. It all feels so good. I’m moaning and arching my back by the time he slides in to the hilt, the feeling of Damian fucking me from behind for the first time better than I could possibly have imagined.
He sinks all the way in, his taut abdomen pressing against the curve of my ass, and he lets out a low moan as he rocks against me.
“You feel so good, zhena ,” he breathes. “So fucking good, wrapped around my cock like this?—”
When he starts to move, I let out a cry of pleasure, one hand dropping between my legs to rub my clit as he starts to thrust. Damian groans, his head tipping back as he sinks into me again.
“Fuck yes, dorogoy , touch yourself for me. Just like that. Fuck —” He moves faster, his thrusts still torturously measured, and I toss my hair over one shoulder, moaning as I rock back against him, finding our rhythm together.
He never entirely loses control. I arch and beg and writhe, pleading for harder, faster, but Damian is careful not to hurt me, thrusting his thick length into me with careful precision, even as the taut muscles of his abdomen bunch and I see his jaw tighten, see him getting closer and closer to his own peak.
“Come inside of me,” I plead, my breath ragged as I near another climax. “Please, I’m going to come, Damian, I want you to come with me?—”
“I will, zhena ,” he promises, his voice as ragged as mine. “Fuck, I’m so close?—”
That tips me over the edge. My entire body tightens, arching and writhing against him as I clutch the sink with one hand and rub my clit frantically with the other, my orgasm crashing over me just as I feel Damian sink into me once more with a groan, shuddering behind me as I feel the hot spurts of his cum.
He leans over me, breathing hard, his hand covering mine at the edge of the sink.
“I thought I was going to pop those stitches,” he murmurs, a smile on the edge of his lips as I feel him slide out of me, and for a moment, I can’t move.
I want to stay like this, trapped under him, feeling him buried inside of me, and I let out a soft whimper at the feeling of his cock leaving my body.
I wait for him to say later , Sienna , or something to make me think that this will happen again, that he isn’t still pretending that this all means nothing, that every time is the last time, but he doesn’t.
He just turns me slowly, his hands on my waist as he leans down and kisses the top of my head lightly.
“You should get some rest,” he murmurs softly, and I swallow hard, feeling my throat tighten.
When will you stop pretending this isn’t real? I want to ask. But instead, I just look down at his ribs, and press my lips together.
“Keep an eye on that,” I whisper softly, before tugging my nightgown down around my thighs. I can feel his cum dripping down the inside of them, marking my skin with his claim, and I wish he’d admit that I’m his, that I have been since he dragged me to that church and made me say those vows.
I swallow hard, turning away, and Damian grabs my wrist. “Sienna—” his voice is low, strained, and I wonder what he wants to say that he’s holding back. “Thank you,” he says finally, and I nod, before tugging my wrist free and walking back to my own room, leaving him there.
My chest feels hollow as I crawl into bed, not wanting to clean up. I want him all over me, in me, my entire body saturated in him. I want him to see that I’m not breakable, that I’m his , and that he can do whatever he wants with me. That I want it.
Maybe Valentina will know how I can show him , I think as I close my eyes, falling asleep to restless dreams of Damian’s hands on me and his voice, groaning my name.
—
In the morning, I wake up pleasantly sore, my muscles reminding me of what Damian and I did last night as I stretch in the king-sized bed. I take a hot shower, throw on a pair of shorts and a tank top, and then head downstairs with Adam for breakfast.
Damian is nowhere to be seen, but after I get Adam settled with some toys for the morning, I do find Valentina in the living room, reading a magazine on the couch with her hand resting lightly on her slightly swollen stomach.
“Morning,” she says with a smile, looking up, and I smile back, though it feels a little strained.