Chapter 10 - Sky
I wanted to still be mad at him. I wanted to lose my mind on him and convince myself to hate him for how persistent and smug he was.
But with his lips on mine and his hold on me tightening, nearly searing against my skin, I couldn’t find it in me. All that resistance and fight ebbed away, along with the pointless anger.
After finally having my curiosities about what he felt like fulfilled, I didn’t want to pull away, and I definitely didn’t want it to end. Not while his touch sent sparks through me and seemed to awaken all of my senses at once.
Damien’s addictive scent surrounded me while he held me against the desk, fingers brushing against the material of my blouse, slowly teasing it out from where I had it tucked into my skirt. I didn’t make a single move to stop him…not when I just wanted it off at the moment.
Giving in and pulling the material out, starting to unbutton it myself, I heard and felt the low sound that escaped him—the raw satisfaction that came from me, beginning what we both needed and craved.
Growing impatient, Damien took over the task himself, hands brushing over mine while he grabbed the buttons and roughly undid them. It sent a thrill down my spine, and I panted out breathlessly the moment he broke the kiss to leave a trail of scorching kisses down my neck.
My breath hitched the moment he got it undone and gripped my hips again, pressing himself against me with a sense of need and urgency. I didn’t miss how he seemed to bite back what bordered on a growl all the while he maintained as much precarious restraint as he could.
His lips were hot on me while he left open-mouthed kisses down the length of my neck, stopping at my pulse point to pull the skin between his teeth, coaxing a breathless moan from me.
Seemingly losing himself in his ministrations, Damien’s hands gripped me a touch harder, fingers brushing beneath the material of my skirt to slowly hike it up.
He did it painfully slowly like he was holding back.
Something about that irritated me.
Despite how intensely he had kissed me, and the clear desire he had for me, he was resisting to some extent. Not allowing himself to give in like I wanted him to.
After nipping at my collarbone, he lifted his head again and hovered his lips above mine. His eyes were dark and brimming with lust, and despite his eagerness, he looked down at me in a daze, almost like he was intoxicated.
“You’re too much…” he murmured, hands stiff against my hips beneath my skirt while his thumbs slowly rubbed against the lace of my panties. “You shouldn’t feel this good.”
Holding his gaze and feeling my own impatience flaring, I edged a bit closer on the desk to press us together again and put my hands against his waist. I slid them beneath the soft fabric of his shirt and immediately felt the smooth yet hard expanse of his muscles beneath. It only made me want him more.
“Don’t stop…”
Damien’s eyes fluttered shut at the touch, leaning slightly closer to me. The evident bulge in his trousers twitched against me, betraying his fraying resistance. A shudder moved through his body once my fingers slowly glided up his abdomen, and he let go of a tense breath.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, managing to get the words through his clenched jaw. “If you keep going, I won’t be able to hold back…”
Seeing the unfettered, raw desire in his eyes, regardless of how much he was trying to hold it back only made me want him more. The press of his body against me and his hands on my thighs and hips weren’t enough.
“I’m sure,” I returned, maintaining that eye contact so that he knew I meant it. The hem of his black shirt slowly moved up his body all the while I glided my hands up. “I don’t want you to hold back.”
Damien’s self-control slipped further as he sighed and relaxed his shoulders before reaching for the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head. The moment it was off and his chest was bare, he returned his hands to my body and swallowed roughly. “I need you to mean that…once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
I knew he was trying to give me as much room as possible to decide, but I didn’t need to. The decision was made the moment he kissed me.
Drinking him in, palms ghosting down the front of his body, I was practically vibrating with how badly I needed him.
Eyes set on him, I let my fingers drag over his toned abs. “I want it. I want you…”
In real-time, I watched as something shifted in his eyes, like he was finally unable to hold back. As if the final thread of his patience snapped, and he knew my consent was completely there.
“Damn it, Sky…” he muttered, pressing himself against me again as he reached for my jaw and pulled me in for a rough kiss.
I groaned into the contact, feeling his tongue move across the seam of my lips in a silent request. Wasting no time, I parted them and felt the near-sinful embrace of his tongue against mine.
He deepened the kiss hungrily and pushed my skirt up further, hiking it up to my hips.
My skin felt like it was on fire each time he squeezed at my thighs like he couldn’t get enough, and I could feel myself slipping into that needy haze just like him.
Distracted by the rough, heated kiss all the while he explored my mouth, a shiver moved through me at the light brush of his finger against the front of my panties, feeling the dampness already there.
He hushed a low moan into my mouth at the contact, then added the slightest pressure and rubbed slow, tantalizing circles against me.
Eyes shut, I moaned into the kiss and felt a wave of pleasure move through my entire body, stoking more eagerness within me. My hips twitched involuntarily into the contact, seeking more of that addictive friction.
“Fuck…” Damien murmured against my lips once he broke the kiss and captured my lower lip between his teeth. At the same time, he slowly stroked me through the ever-dampening fabric, only causing me to soften and warm up further. “Already this worked up for me, hm?”
A moan slipped from me, growing needier under his attention. I swallow hard and nod, feeling hotter by the second.
He chuckled lowly and grinned, somewhat smug as he hooked a finger beneath the material and edged it aside before making direct contact with my heat. He hummed at the feeling. “If I had any say in it, I’d keep you like this all the time…soaked just for me.”
A deeper, more intense shiver moved through me at both his words and the uninterrupted sensations while he teased me, causing my breath to hitch and my eyes to close all over again.
“That’s it…” he said softly, nose brushing against mine. Growing a bit more demanding, he rubbed against me a few more times before slowly sinking a finger inside me. “Keep making those pretty noises for me.”
As my body stretched slightly, pleasure sparked through my system, and I couldn’t help but moan again.
Everything about the situation had me teetering on the edge of going insane with need and want…silently begging for more. Swathed in stifling heat and desperation, my jaw went slack, and I slowly rolled my hips against his palm, looking for an endless supply of bliss.
A quiet grunt came from Damien at my movements, and he began a slow, teasing pace of his finger inside me, eventually adding a second. “Jesus Christ…”
The rough edge of his voice gave away his deep-seated desire, and I knew it wouldn’t take much more for either of us to lose it completely.
“Please…” I murmured, feeling tense with need. “Don’t tease me.”
Another low sound came from his chest at that, and before I knew it, he was withdrawing his fingers as both a mercy and a torturous frustration. “You’re right…even I can’t handle it right now.”
His lips were on mine again in a moment’s notice, deep and commanding all the while he reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a growing sense of urgency. Once his button and zipper were undone next, he edged the material down roughly.
I moaned into the kiss, feeling like every sense of mine was strung out and in need of soothing. In need of release.
My breath hitched the second he pulled my hips closer and pressed himself against me, making me shudder at the delicious contact.
Damien paused then, pulling his lips away far enough for me to feel them brush against mine again while he looked down at me. “You’re absolutely sure about this?”
There wasn’t a shred of doubt within me. Feeling his hard length against me, so tantalizingly close to giving me what I wanted, I knew I’d be an idiot to refuse it.
“I’m sure…I am.”
A gleam of satisfaction moved through his eyes then, and he kept one hand on my thigh, angling it up slightly while the other gripped my chin. His unwavering gaze never left me.
“Look at me then. I want to see your face…” he uttered, lining himself up while he maintained that almost painful proximity between our lips. “…when I take you.”
Before I could do or say anything else, he pushed inside me, carefully entering me as he kept that sturdy hold on me.
My expression softened at the initial rush of pleasure, forcing my breath to catch in my throat before letting go of a weak, fractured moan. My eyes fluttered shut as my body stretched for him, greedily welcoming everything he had to give me.
Damien grunted as he sank into me, gripping me tighter and biting back his moans.
The moment he filled me, causing our panted breaths to mingle, he kissed me again, groaning into the kiss all the while he felt me surrounding him.
By then, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t process anything other than the staggering sensations that consumed me all at once. Instinctively, I gripped his back, holding him for support.
Groaning, he released his grip on my face and gripped both of my hips, focusing entirely on his movements all the while he drew back, then filled me all over again, causing his muscles to tighten through the strain.
With his slow and deliberate strokes, I couldn’t stop the moans from falling. Not while every second of that contact felt like pure bliss. It was so much, yet not enough all at once, and every part of me was pleading for more.
He made me feel greedy, but I didn’t care.
My fingers dug into his back as I kissed him deeply, moaning and whimpering more consistently as that urgency returned to us both in a flash.
Damien let go of a sound from deep within his chest while he gripped me harder and picked up the pace, angling my hips perfectly. He swallowed back my moans, taking them in while he couldn’t help but ravish me.
With my head spinning, I could only hold him tightly and let those pleasured sounds leave me all the while he broke the kiss and dropped his face to the side of my neck.
“Fuck…you’re so tight,” he mumbled, nipping and sucking at my skin while he thrusted harder and deeper, groaning into my neck.
My moans pitched higher as he somehow pulled me even closer, rippling with desperation while we both keened for that high—the sweet release that loomed overhead.
“Shit…lean back,” Damien instructed, gently pressing against my shoulder to guide me back.
Obliging him, I laid down on the desk until my back was pressed against the surface, panting and whining as the adjustment jostled him inside me. Meeting his gaze, his pupils were blown with raging lust, and his abdomen was tight from restraining himself.
Once I was where he wanted me, he hooked my legs around his hips and kept one hand on my thigh while the other pressed lightly against my lower stomach. At my moan, he started to thrust again, feeding me more and more of that intoxicating bliss.
Damien threw his head back as he reached a hard yet deep rhythm, letting his body take over while he groaned and held my hips tightly against his. “Damn it…you’re too perfect for me…”
Brows pinched together through the overwhelming pleasure, my moans filled the room, and I couldn’t think straight. I could only feel how deep he was inside me, hitting every perfect place like he already knew me inside out.
As my moans pitched higher and left me constantly, Damien leaned in closer, flicking his hips at a dangerous pace that made my whole body keen for him.
Our eyes met in a split second, and without needing to think, I reached for one of his hands. Pulling it closer, I placed his palm against my throat and closed his fingers around my neck without looking away despite the flush in my cheeks.
As the realization set in, Damien shuddered faintly, his expression almost reverent as he gave me a gentle squeeze, keeping his grip light enough to not cause any pain. Then, almost like something in him snapped all over again at my moan reverberating against his palm, he moved impossibly faster.
Breath-catching, I took in those brutal thrusts, suddenly crying out before I could even process it.
His hips slammed against mine over and over again all the while he held my neck and squeezed my thigh, giving me wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure.
It hit me all at once, so forceful and demanding that my mind seemed to stop altogether.
Through those harsh movements while he grunted and chased after both of our releases, I came undone completely, clenching around him while my eyes rolled back and that tether within me snapped. I clutched the desk and arched my back all the while my orgasm crashed over me, heart racing.
I barely registered as Damien grunted once his hips stuttered before he reached the precipice and leaned down against me, groaning through the intense sensations. His warmth coursed through me with every pulse, making me shiver.
Through the haze of it all, we both panted and tried to catch our breath. A sense of disbelief and pure contentment settled deep within me as I managed the strength to hold him while he remained pressed against me, his breath gently fanning against my neck.
After a moment, Damien pressed a gentle kiss against my skin and murmured, “I’m not done with you yet…”