CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
DAMIEN
The date went well.
Despite the hiccup in the beginning, Cassie and I managed to find a way to enjoy the rest of the night.
I’ve never spoken to someone for so long about the most mundane things.
She has a way of bringing out parts of me I never knew existed.
It feels quiet when she’s around. The kind of quiet where nothing else matters.
Even when neither of us are saying anything like right now. Even the silence feels complete with opportunity.
“What are you thinking about, mi vida ?” I ask as we walk inside the house.
It’s been a long day and I’m sure she’s exhausted.
“Something,” she murmurs.
I stop walking when we reach the foot of the staircase, turning to face her.
“Care to share?”
She shakes her head, biting down on her bottom lip in the most distracting way.
“Cassie, if you don’t tell me what you want, then I can’t help you,” I say laughing.
Her eyes flick up to meet mine, her expression soft, yearning in her eyes.
“I’ll make you a deal, Damien,” she starts. “Tonight. Just for tonight, I’ll forget everything. Who we are. How we got here. I’ll forget it all. You asked what I want. I want you.”
The last words leave her in a whisper. It’s almost like I’m staring into her soul, seeing the internal battle she’s fighting. And I hate the sight of it. It hurts that it’s causing her this much grief. I don’t want her to forget anything. I want her to choose this. Choose us without any conditions.
But if this is all that she can offer right now, then I’ll allow it. Because I promised to do anything to make her happy. Even at my own expense.
A breath escapes me as I stare at her, “Come here, sweetheart,” I beckon her closer and she moves obediently.
I lift my hand to caress her cheek, running my fingers over her soft, smooth skin.
“There’s no going back from this. You won’t forget tonight,” I state. “Say it.”
She blinks, hazel eyes filled with so much emotion it momentarily takes my breath away.
“I won’t forget tonight,” she agrees.
“Good girl.”
I grip her chin and lift her face up to me. “Stop fighting this, Cassandra. This isn’t a fight you can win.”
She opens her mouth to speak, which is when I kiss her, merging our lips together.
A deep rumble emanates from my chest when I feel how soft she is in my hands.
How willing. How eager. Her plush lips are supple beneath mine, and her warm hands are tentative as she brings them back to my torso and starts exploring.
Goosebumps erupts over my skin everywhere she moves them, and I revel in her touch.
I never imagined it would still feel this electric, this deeply natural. This spark between us. It’s been burning since the first day we met. She just has to realize that.
“Damien,” she murmurs against my lips and I take that opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth.
To claim her and take my time with it. Our kisses are languid. They feel right. My hands trail down over her body, resting against her ass. I’ve dreamed of fucking that ass. Of taking her so hard she’d feel me for days.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes right now,” she says against my lips, pulling at the bottoms of my shirt.
I smirk before breaking the kiss. Placing my hand under her thighs, I quickly lift her up in my arms. She gasps, “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to my bed before I fuck you on this staircase,” I answer honestly.
Her cheeks heat at that and all I can think about is my cock in her pretty little mouth. When we arrive at my bedroom, she taps my arm, signaling for me to let her down. She stands at the foot of my bed, the look in her eyes daring to me lose control.
“Take everything off.” She freezes, just for a moment.
Then, slowly, her fingers trail to the hem of her dress.
She slips it over her head, then piece by piece until she’s standing bare before me.
Her bra hits the floor. Then her panties follow.
My gaze rakes over every inch of her, claiming her with my eyes before I ever touch her.
My cock thick and already straining for her.
“Come here,” I say, voice low, razor-edged.
Her eyes flick up to meet mine and I see the need in them. The hunger. The submission that’s begging to be pulled from her.
“Come here. Now.”
She takes slow steps toward me and stops between my legs, bare and beautiful, like a fucking gift wrapped in nothing but want.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Cassie?”
She draws in a shaky breath, and then nods.
“Say it.”
“Yes.”
My brow lifts.
“Yes what? You know what I want to hear, or have you forgotten?”
Her voice trembles, but it’s strong. Willing.
“Yes… Daddy.”
That’s better.
“Good girl,” I growl, taking her hand in mine.
I bring her hand down between her thighs, right to her center. She’s already soaked for me, just like I knew she would be. I place my hand over hers, our fingers entwined, and together we slide inside her.
Her breath hitches. Her knees nearly failing.
I pull my fingers out. Hers stay buried.
“Deeper,” I murmur.
She moans, sinking her fingers further into her own heat as I watch her unravel in front of me.
I lift her hand, slick and trembling, to her lips and trace her fingers across that soft, full mouth. Her lips glisten with her arousal.
“Come here,” I growl, yanking her down onto my lap.
Our mouths crash together, hot, demanding. I devour her lips like I’ve been starved of her. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been. My hands grip her thighs, spreading them apart, and I slide a finger back into her as I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth.
She gasps. Writhes.
One hand gripping her ass, the other working inside her—slow, then harder—until she’s moaning into my mouth, grinding against me like she can’t help it.
“Relax, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”
She starts to say something, but I slide two more fingers inside her, slow and deep, and the words turn into a breathless moan.
I stand her up and start kissing all over her body. From her neck, down her back, her perfect ass, and back up again. I want to taste every inch of her. She turns around to face me.
Her eyes flash with something between defiance and heat, and I swear, if she bites that bottom lip again, I’ll pin her to the nearest surface and fuck her hard without a second thought.
“You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” I growl, stepping forward, slow, measured, hungry.
“Maybe,” she says in that sweet, soft voice that could unman me with barely any effort.
My hand closes around her throat, not tight, just enough to tilt her chin up, to make her look at me the way I like.
“Tell me your mine, Cassie,” I say against her ear as I push back, walking her until the she hit the edge of the mattress.
“How about less talking, more fucking… Mr. Italian,” she retorts, her hands at the buttons of my shirt. There’s my lioness.
I let her undo each one before pushing her on to the bed, palm bracing behind her as I climb over, caging her in with my body, kneeling between her legs and spreading her open.
I let her undo each button of my shirt, her fingers trembling with anticipation. When the last one’s loose, I shrug it off and toss it aside.
Then I grip her wrists and push her gently onto the bed.
She falls back with a soft gasp, hair fanned across the pillows like a halo, if halos belonged to sinners.
I climb over her, my body caging hers in, my knees pressing between her thighs until they part for me like they were always meant to.
And fuck, the sight of her spread open beneath me damn near undoes me. Fuck I want her pussy so bad I’m like a fucking addict.
But I’m not done watching her fall apart yet.
I slide down her body, lips dragging over her skin, until I’m kneeling between her legs. I grip her thighs and spread her wider, exposing her completely. So pink and perfect, I want to slide a finger inside just to watch the way her beautiful walls cling to my finger.
“Look at you,” I murmur, staring down at her glistening pussy. “Dripping for Daddy.”
She whimpers, hips twitching.
I lean in, close enough to breathe her in, but I don’t touch. Not yet.
Instead, I blow a soft stream of air across her soaked folds and watch her squirm.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh. Then another. Then bite down, just hard enough to leave a mark. She moans, legs trying to close around me, but I hold her open.
“No,” I growl. “Keep them wide. You want me to taste you, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” she breathes.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Then I finally give her what she’s been begging for.
I slowly slide my tongue over her folds to taste her, savor her. Sweet, slick, and fucking addictive. I flick over her clit just once. Light, teasing, and she jolts.
“Fuck,” she gasps, fingers fisting in the sheets.
I keep her on edge, licking softly, then stopping. Sucking her clit into my mouth, then pulling back. Teasing her until she’s shaking, hips lifting, chasing every touch.
“You wanna come, bella ?” I ask between strokes of my tongue. “You want to come all over my mouth?”
She nods desperately; words lost.
I give her one long, slow lick from her entrance to her clit, then thrust my tongue inside her. She screams, trembling. Her hands fly to my head, trying to pull me closer.
I groan against her, tongue fucking her deep, savoring the way she tastes, the way she moans my name like she will do until death do us part.
And when she’s seconds from falling apart, I pull back.
“Not yet,” I growl. “I’m not done playing with my pussy.”
She whimpers in frustration, thighs trembling.
I rise to my feet and undo my belt, letting the soft snap of leather echo between us. Her breath hitches. She knows what’s coming—but not how much it’s going to undo her.
My pants and boxers drop to the floor, and her eyes widen the second she sees me.
Hard. Thick. Veins prominent. Tip flushed and already glistening with need.
She swallows, her gaze fixed, lips parting like she can already feel me inside of her.