Chapter 30
I barely make it through the threshold before I have her against the wall, my mouth devouring hers, my hands gripping every inch of soft, warm skin I can reach.
She’s just as desperate—pulling at me, tugging me closer, her nails scraping along my scalp, her breathless moans fueling the fire already raging through me.
I can’t stop touching her.
I don’t want to stop.
I need her. Right fucking now.
My hands slide under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as she wraps around me, pressing herself closer, grinding against my cock like she’s just as wrecked as I am.
I break the kiss just long enough to move us, my steps purposeful, controlled.
My bedroom may as well be a mile away. Too far. Too long to wait.
I can’t hold off another fucking second.
She gasps when her back meets the cold marble of the kitchen counter, her body arching at the contrast of heat and chill.
Her legs are already spreading for me, resting over my shoulders as she props herself up on her elbows, watching me with those blown-wide hazel eyes.
She’s panting, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, her body already chasing the pleasure she knows is coming.
And fuck, I’m desperate to give it to her.
I grip her thighs, my fingers pressing into her skin, sliding higher, my thumbs brushing over the damp lace of her panties.
“Look at you, baby,” I murmur, dragging my mouth along the inside of her thigh, watching her shudder beneath me.
“So fucking desperate.”
Her lips part, a soundless plea spilling from her as she grips the counter, her hips tilting toward me, seeking more. Needing more.
I don’t make her wait.
I hook my fingers into the delicate lace and tug it aside, exposing her to me, her slick glistening in the dim light of the kitchen.
A low growl rumbles from my chest as I lean in, my breath teasing against her sensitive skin.
Then, my tongue is on her.
A sharp, choked cry rips from her throat, her back bowing dramatically, her nails raking through my hair, tugging, anchoring herself as I devour her.
And fuck—she tastes even better than my fingers only a moment ago.
I groan into her, my tongue working her clit, licking, flicking, circling as her thighs tremble, her hips grinding up against my face.
She sounds so fucking perfect.
Her moans, the breathless way she gasps my name, the way she falls apart for me.
I don’t stop. I won’t stop.
Not until she’s screaming.
Not until she knows she belongs to me.
My tongue works her clit, slow and teasing before I flick it faster, circling, sucking, giving her exactly what she needs before pulling back just enough to make her whimper.
“That’s it, Trouble.”
I murmur against her soaked skin, my breath hot against her pussy.
“Let me hear how bad you fucking need me.”
She gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair, tugging, demanding, but I’m in control here.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, feeling her walls clamp around me, greedy, desperate.
“Goddamn, Elena,” I groan, flicking my tongue against her swollen clit.
“This pussy was made for my mouth.”
A sharp cry escapes her, her thighs trembling on either side of my head as she writhes, completely at my mercy.
I keep going, my fingers working in perfect rhythm with my mouth—thrusting, stretching, pressing against that perfect spot inside her, sending her higher and higher.
“You taste so fucking good,” I rasp, sliding my tongue lower, dragging it up through her slit before sucking her clit back between my lips.
“I could live between these thighs and die a happy fucking man.”
She gasps, her body arching, her moans turning into desperate little whimpers, and I know—she’s right there, dangling on the edge.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl, my fingers moving faster, my mouth relentless.
“Let me feel you drench my fucking face.”
She cries out, her entire body shattering as she comes, her thighs clenching around me, her nails digging into my scalp.
She’s soaking, her body shaking, and I groan against her as I lap it all up, every last fucking drop.
She’s still trembling when I sit up, wiping my chin with the back of my hand, staring down at her completely wrecked, blissed-out expression.
“Jesus Christ, Damien,” she pants, her voice breathless, her chest heaving.
I smirk, then scoop her into my arms, cradling her against my chest.
She lets out a soft laugh, her arms wrapping around my neck as I carry her through the penthouse like a fucking prize I just won.
I kick the bedroom door shut behind us and toss her onto the center of my bed.
She bounces once, laughing, her hair spilling across my pillows as she props herself up on her elbows, still trying to catch her breath.
“You’re acting like a wild animal,” she teases, her lips curving in a wicked smile as I rip her panties from her body and toss them to the floor.
I grin, shoving my pants down in one motion, letting them drop to the floor as my cock springs free, hard, thick, and aching for her.
“That’s because you make me one,” I admit, crawling onto the bed, caging her beneath me.
Her smile softens as her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in place.
I brace myself on my forearms, lowering my body so I can feel every inch of her beneath me, our bodies flush, her heat searing against me.
I stroke my fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face, my heart pounding at the way she’s looking at me—like maybe this is more than just lust. Like maybe this is real.
“Damien,” she whispers, her hands sliding up my chest, resting over my heart.
I drop my forehead to hers, my breath ragged as I try to slow myself down, to savor this moment, to make it more than just fucking.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” I murmur against her lips.
She tilts her head, brushing the tip of her nose against mine.
“I think I do,” she whispers.
I close the space between us, kissing her deeply, pouring everything I can’t say into the way my lips move against hers, the way my hands grip her waist, holding her like she might slip away if I let go.
She sighs into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss, her body pressing into mine.
And I know?—
I’m so fucking gone for this woman.
She’s underneath me, bare and breathtaking, her body soft and pliant against mine, her skin still flushed from the way I’ve already worshipped her tonight. The scent of her lingers on my lips, the taste of her still thick on my tongue, but it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
I breathe her in, willing myself to take this slow, to drag out every second of having her like this. My hand moves on instinct, reaching for the drawer beside the bed, my fingers brushing over the condoms inside.
She stops me. “No, Damien.”
Her hands wrap around my wrist—gentle but firm—her touch sending a slow shockwave through me.
My brows pull together, my breath uneven. “What’s wrong?”
Elena doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulls me back down, her legs parting beneath me, her body arching to meet mine.
Her hand slides between us, wrapping around my dick and I release a sigh. Closing my eyes, I feel her touch on me.
“I’m on birth control.” She guides my fingers to her mouth, parting her lips and sucking me in. Her tongue moves around my fingers, between them, tasting herself on me.
And fuck, it makes my cock pulse in her hand.
She squeezes and slides her hand up my shaft, gripping the head of my dick, massaging me.
“We both know we’re clean.”
Her eyes find mine in the dim light—steady and deliberate.
“No barriers,” she whispers. “I don’t want anything between us, Damien.”
The world tilts. She keeps working my cock. My hips thrust into her touch and I’m fucking wasting away in her hands.
My pulse slams in my throat, my entire body tight with restraint. She’s looking at me like this is a choice—one she’s already made.
Never in my fucking life have I fucked a bare pussy.
I could never take the chance. But with her?—
“Elena,” I pant her name as she strokes me. I could come from this alone, the thought of sliding my dick along the warmth of her pussy.
Its enough to nearly make me explode into her palm.
“This isn’t the contract, Wolfie.”
Her grin is pure sex, and fuck if I don’t think about sticking my cock between those wet lips and fucking her until I pour down her throat.
She runs her tongue along my mouth. “This is just us, baby.”
Her legs tighten around me, and her hand never stops gliding up and down my length, squeezing me and twisting as she goes.
She’s giving me everything.
And fuck—I'm going to take it.
“Let me feel you, Damien.”
A guttural growl rumbles from my chest as I capture her lips, devouring her with the kind of hunger I can’t hold back anymore. My hands slide down her body, gripping her hips as I position myself, the head of my cock teasing her entrance—slick and hot—every muscle in my body pulled so tight I might fucking break.
“Are you sur—” I try to ask her one last time, one last moment of control, but she doesn’t let me. She shifts, tilting her hips, giving me her answer.
And I snap.
I thrust into her—deep and claiming—sinking inside in one slow, torturous push.
A strangled gasp leaves her lips, her fingers clawing at my back, nails sinking into my skin as I stretch her, fill her completely.
And I feel it. Every slick, scorching inch of her wrapped around me—gripping me so fucking tight it nearly rips my sanity apart.
“Elena, Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers, my breath ragged, my body trembling with the effort to keep from slamming into her like a desperate man.
Because that’s what I am.
Desperate.
Completely undone.
I rock into her slowly, savoring the heat of her, the way she clings to me, legs wrapped tight around my waist, hands fisting in my hair.
I cup her face, forcing her to look at me, needing her to see exactly what she’s done to me.
“You feel that?” I whisper, thrusting deeper, making her moan, making her tremble. “That’s me. And you. Just us.”
She whimpers, her lips parting, her nails dragging down my back. “Damien?—”
I swallow her plea with my mouth, kissing her like I want to drown in her.
Because I do.
Because for the first time in my life, I feel something I never have before.
Something dangerous.
Something that feels a hell of a lot like mine.
Elena is all around me, her body a furnace of silk and fire, her nails sinking into my shoulders, her lips parting with gasps that drive me fucking insane.
Holding both wrists above her head, I pull back just enough to watch her, to see every inch of her unravel beneath me—bare and willing and all fucking mine.
“Look at you, baby,” I rasp, thrusting deeper—slow and deliberate.
A choked moan spills from her lips, her head tilting back against the pillows, her spine arching, offering herself up like a goddamn sacrifice.
I take it, my mouth trailing over her throat, down to the swells of her breasts. I suck a hardened peak into my mouth, biting just enough to make her gasp before soothing the sting with my tongue.
“More,” she breathes, her hips rolling up, chasing the friction, her body moving with mine like we were made for this, like we’ve been waiting for this moment our whole fucking lives.
I smirk against her skin, dragging my tongue to her other breast, my teeth grazing her nipple before I lift my head and meet her gaze.
“More?” I murmur, grinding into her, letting her feel every thick, pulsing inch of me stretching her. “How much more, baby? Tell me.”
Her hazel eyes, glassy with pleasure, lock onto mine. “Don’t hold back.”
A deep, growl escapes me—something raw and primal—because fuck, she has no idea what she’s asking for.
I grip the back of her thigh, hitching her leg higher over my hip, opening her up wider, burying myself so deep she cries out.
“Damien—”
“That’s it,” I groan, watching her fall apart beneath me, her body clenching around me, her breathy whimpers turning to desperate pleas. “Our night is just beginning, Trouble.”
I drive into her harder, faster, our bodies colliding in a rhythm that’s all hunger and heat. I drop my forehead to hers, swallowing every moan, every gasp, kissing her like I need her to breathe.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I pant, sucking at her lower lip before releasing her wrists and pulling away to watch her. To memorize every flushed, blissed-out inch of her.
“So tight, baby. So fucking perfect.”
She clings to me, her fingers digging into my back, her nails scraping, marking, claiming me in a way that makes me fucking wild.
“Damien, I?—”
Her breath stutters, her body tenses, and I know—she’s close.
I slide a hand between us, my fingers finding her clit—rubbing tight, fast circles—pushing her right to the edge.
“Come for me, Elena.”
Her entire body locks up, and then she’s falling, crashing around me with a cry that’s all pleasure, all surrender.
Her walls clamp down on me—pulsing, milking me—and it shoves me right over with her.
I bury my face against her neck, groaning as my release slams through me, pleasure detonating in every nerve, my hips stuttering as I spill into her—filling her up, branding her in a way that’s fucking irreversible.
For a long moment, all I can do is breathe.
Heavy. Shattered. Wrecked.
I press my forehead to hers, my palm cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing over her kiss-swollen lips.
“You okay, Trouble?” I murmur, my voice rough.
A slow, sated smile curves her lips. “More than okay.”
I smirk, rolling us so she’s sprawled across my chest, tangled in me, her body still humming from what we just did. My cum dripping from her tight pussy and I don’t care.
I don’t want to move a fucking inch away from her right now.
I’ll clean her in a moment. Revere her like the fucking goddess she is. But not yet.
Right now, I just want to stay in this bliss, with her.
“Good.” I kiss her temple, my arms locking tight around her. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
She giggles, soft and breathless, before tilting her head, pressing a lazy kiss to my throat.
“I’m never going to be done with you, Trouble.”