Chapter Three
Damien
I shouldn’t have said that. And I shouldn’t be doing this.
I told her that she belongs to me. But that was never what this was supposed to be. I meant to free her, but here I am telling her she can’t leave.
Rose Beaumont is my client, and I never mix business with pleasure. I shouldn’t give in to this crazy lust that’s hooked me since the moment I laid eyes on her on that damn stage, but I can’t help myself. I want her, no—I crave her with a vigor that’s beyond my control. I thought after what happened at the chapel, I’d be sated, but no. Now I just want more of her. All of her.
When I told her she belongs to me, I expected her to be afraid, but instead she asked me to kiss her. What else can I do when she offers herself to me? There’s only so much temptation a man can take.
Her lips beneath mine are soft, yielding. She presses her body closer to mine, a soft moan escaping her throat as I slip my tongue into her mouth. Goddammit, I fucking want more.
I kiss her harder, gently pushing her against the wall. I urge her legs up until they’re firmly wrapped around my waist and her heels are digging into my ass, lodging my hard length against her crotch. My body urges me to take her hard and fast against the wall, but now that we’re free from prying eyes, I want to go slow, to cherish her like she deserves. She’s so small and feels so delicate in my arms that I want to worship her and lick the whole of her body. She gyrates slowly against my dick, moaning softly as I deepen the kiss, taking over her mouth.
Her dainty fingers move feverishly over my shoulders and arms, sending electric currents down to my cock. Her soft moans turn into lingering whimpers as I softly trail my lips to the soft arch of her neck, dropping nips and licks on the way. I close my lips over the erratic pulse of her neck and slowly suckle on it.
“D-Damien,” she says in a breathy moan, arching her neck and pressing her sex tightly to me.
She’s so responsive, it gives me a heady feeling. I gently grab her thighs, stopping her hip movements and chuckling softly at her impatience. “Not yet, princess,” I whisper gruffly against her ear.
With my hands holding tight to her hips, I move away from the wall, enjoying the sound of her moans as I blow warm air against the soft spot behind her ears and lightly close my lips on the flesh. Once in my room, I climb onto the king-size bed, slowly lowering her and taking back her lips in a sweet, deep kiss as I slip my hands beneath the loose shirt. I lightly graze my fingers over her hard nipples, teasing out a breathy moan.
I break the kiss with a final lick and slowly peel the shirt over her head. Then I undo the lacy lingerie, baring her perfectly sculpted body. I watch her pleasure-filled eyes follow me as I undress too, removing all of my clothes. At the sight of my hard dick, her eyes widen and I see a slight hesitation. My heart trips at the look. What has brought it on? I don’t ever want to cause her pain. I don’t know why I feel this so vehemently, but the thought of Rose in discomfort makes me want to do damage.
“What’s wrong, princess?” I ask gently, my voice coming out gruff. I place my knee on the edge of the bed, trying to give her a bit of space and make her feel safe. “It’s all right, princess. Talk to me. If you don’t want this, it’s your decision. I―”
“No!” she gasps. Then she blushes in a dark red shade as if embarrassed by her soft outburst, and shifts her gaze.
I wait for her to continue. The words I said are true. If she truly isn’t ready, I’ll back off and go jerk off in the shower. Even now, her sweet gaze and innocence turns me on like no other, and I can still see arousal firmly lodged in her eyes.
“It’s just that…it was dark in the chapel, so I couldn’t see you as well. And you’re so big. I want this, I want to feel you inside me, but I—I haven’t done this before,” she answers in a shy, hesitant tone.
A warm feeling builds in my chest at her shy confession, and on the tail end of it is a wave of need and possessiveness.
This beautiful, delicate woman is all mine.
“Fuck, princess,” I groan out.
My gaze caresses her body, from the flare of her hips to her slim waist, pert breasts that fill my hands perfectly, and her glorious hair, and I can’t stop the deep groan that leaves my lips. Knowing that she’s untouched, that I was the first one to feel her walls clench around me in pleasure, and I will be the first to feel her warmth around my cock, causes me to grow harder than imaginable and I watch her eyes widen in surprise.
“You’re perfect,” I say in a deep, growly tone. “I’m fucking glad to hear that I’ll be the first, and I promise not to hurt you, princess.” I groan softly in satisfaction at the flare of want in her blue eyes.
My gaze travels down her body, and my need ramps higher at the sight of her thoroughly kissed lips, puckered nipples, and glistening sex. Slowly, I bend over her, kissing and licking my way up her thighs, leaving goose bumps in my path and reigniting her desire. I stop at her parted thighs, unable to resist the feminine scent of her, her glistening slit beckoning to me. I part her swollen folds, feasting my eyes and taking in her soaking wet sex and puckered clit.
I blow gently over it and her body jerks in response. “Damien!”
She trembles in my arms and sinks her hand into my hair, gripping tight as I blow warm air over her exposed flesh again. I watch in amazement as her hips buck and she gets even wetter. “So fucking responsive,” I rasp, and I continue to tease her engorged clit with warm air, wondering if she could come just by the stimulation alone. Her whimpers and mewls turn into soft pleas as she undulates her hips, waiting for relief.
“P-please,” she begs brokenly, heightening the strung tension inside me.
“It’s alright, princess. Does it ache?” I ask in a guttural tone, still teasing her sopping wet pussy.
“Y-yes,” she answers, jerking softly as I slowly circle my tongue around her swollen clit, teasing out a loud whimper.
“Let me ease your ache, princess,” I whisper, and I close my lips over her engorged clit, sucking hard.
“Argh!” She buckles hard under me, her fingers gripping my hair tight. Her trembles and loud moans of pleasure wash over me with every lick, every suck, and every bite, sinking into my skin and adding to the pent-up need inside me. I slowly sink my finger into her slippery sex, giving it one and then two strokes, and she detonates into my mouth, bucking and trembling as she comes.
The need to drive into her is riding me hard, but I want to wring out every single moan of pleasure from her beautiful lips. So I push away the urge to press my aching dick between her slippery thighs. Instead, I trail my lips up her trembling stomach to her cleavage, her hands falling to my shoulders.
Arranging myself between her thighs, I gently close my lips over a tight, hard nub, slowly circling it with my tongue while I graze my thumb over the other. She arches her back and then gasps softly as if her response surprised her. I chuckle softly, trapping a hard nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, sucking hard and strumming on the other.
Her soft, breathy moans gradually morph into an incessant whimper of need as she surrenders to my assault. I nip and suck, alternating between the two breasts, and soon enough, her fingers bunch into the hair at my nape and she’s grinding against my cock.
The need to get inside of her beats at me with unrivaled hunger. I settle my hard cock against her wet pussy and slowly grind against it while I take her lips in a deep kiss, swallowing her throaty moans. I’m filled with the sudden need to gaze into her eyes as I penetrate her, and I gently dislodge my lips, gazing into blue eyes dark with unbridled desire.
“It’s going to hurt a bit. I’m sorry, princess,” I say in a gentle tone. She nods fervently.
I place my forehead over hers, not taking my eyes off her for a second as I slowly slide my stiff cock over her slippery entrance.
“Don’t look away,” I command softly as she closes her eyes in ecstasy.
She obeys instantly, and I’m back to staring into her need-filled eyes, hoping to worm my way into the deep recesses of her heart as she did mine. When her whimpers change into loud, throaty moans, I slowly penetrate her slippery sex, then withdraw, gritting hard against the rising fire of desire burning me up.
The movement of my hips is slowly turning me into a mindless beast, but I want to ease her into it.
“Damien!” At her loud plea, I push deep and hard, her warm sheath welcoming and clamping hard on me in response. I pause, allowing her to get used to the intrusion while I fight the need to sate the roaring furnace inside me.
A tear rolls down her cheek and my heart tightens in pain. “I’m sorry, princess,” I say, leaning down to lick it off.
“It’s alright. I’m fine,” she says softly, looking at me with a trusting gaze that pulls me in like a moth to flame.
I move, thrusting softly, and she gasps in response. My hands intertwine with hers and I move them above our heads, thrusting deeper, basking in her moans. I can’t take my eyes off her. This feeling is different. The need to possess her and take care of her fills me, building the heights of my desire. My strokes turn fervent and deep as the walls of her sex clamp tighter, stoking the burning flames threatening to devour me. I give one last thrust and Rose shouts, “Oh God!”
Her walls clamp hard and tight as she convulses, coming hard and pushing me to orgasm too. I groan loudly, jerking hard and coming deep inside her.
I slump to the side, pulling her with me. When I’m able to catch my breath, I tilt her face upward. “Are you okay?” I ask gruffly, and she nods shyly, her cheeks turning a bright pink. My mouth curves into a smile and I can’t help pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.
I tighten my arms around her and we lie there together for a moment until our breaths slow. I gently stroke my hand up and down her back, and she hums softly.
“That was so much better than I imagined it would be,” she says.
I grin down at her. “Good,” I say simply. “You deserve to feel good all the time, princess.”
She reaches up to press a soft kiss to my mouth. “Thank you.”
I return the kiss more forcefully, slipping my tongue into her mouth, and soon our breaths are coming faster again. Reluctantly, I pull away, chuckling.
“We need to get cleaned up,” I say, and then I rise off the bed, lifting her in my arms.
Once in the shower, she slides down my body, stroking my arousal. My mind fills up with the image of driving into her from behind, and my cock stirs, hardening under the barrage of my thoughts. I watch Rose’s eyes dilate with want at the sight of my dick.
Oh fuck.
I want to sink my aching cock into her again, but I know she’ll be sore from our previous lovemaking. Still, our eyes tell tales of our thoughts, heightening the sexual tension between us as I turn on the shower tap. Warm water cascades down, washing over us and creating a cocoon of steam around us. I follow beads of water down Rose’s skin and I can’t resist swiping my tongue over the one perching just above her tight, pink areola.
She moans softly, arching her chest into my mouth. Let me indulge, just a bit.
I lap gently over the tight nub, moving from one to the other before drawing it deep into my mouth. Rose’s soft gasps turn into loud whimpers and I can’t resist slipping my hands down her quivering stomach to her wet sex. Her hands grip my shoulders as I slowly rub my thumb over her tight clit while I continue to lap over her breasts.
Her whimpers turn into loud, throaty moans that create tingles of heat in my jutting cock. I know I have to stop, but I can’t help it.
Just one more time.
I shift my lips to hers, kissing deep and hard, heady and possessive. I release her lips and turn her back to me, grabbing her waist and slowly rubbing my stiff cock between her legs, against her clit, taking in her quivering body and whimpering moans.
“Fuck, princess. We can’t—you’ll be sore tomorrow,” I warn, stroking my hard cock rhythmically over her clit.
“Please, Damien. I w-want it,” she says softly, arching her back to push on my cock.
I move a bit out of reach, still stroking her aching sex. “What do you want?” I growl softly.
“I want you,” she breathes out.
“Good girl,” I say, and then I slam home.
“Damien!” she screams, grasping on to the edge of the shower cubicle.
Her loud moans spur me on and soon I’m slamming deep and hard inside her, hitting a deeper bundle of nerves. The tingles turn into warm heat that sinks down to my balls, driving my thrusts into powerful strokes. Rose stiffens, then starts to quiver and babble as she orgasms. Her hot sheath tightens hard on my cock and my release is a roaring flame that burns everything in its path. I grunt aloud, shooting jets of cum into her until I’m spent and slumped against Rose, holding her up by the waist.
“That was beautiful, princess,” I whisper against her ear, and my cock jerks inside her at her slight shiver.
Fuck. It’s going to be a long, long night.