Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Robyn
A s Damon’s mouth covered mine, my entire body stilled like a wave reaching its crest. Should I fall? Should I tumble into the tide of his truth and let it sweep me away? Sink under the surf of his desire and let it finally consume me?
Would I survive if I did?
I didn’t have the answers. I didn’t know anything except that I needed his kiss. His touch. And the pleasure he’d promised. I needed something to release the tide of emotion his confession had set free.
All this time, he’d thought I was dead…believed I wouldn’t be safe…and had never left me for another woman.
And all this time, I’d only ever wanted him.
That was my concession to him. And it was one I gave with the furtive clutch of my hands around his neck, the wordless, wanton part of my lips, and the covetous yearning that spilled from my tongue .
Like I’d let him off some invisible leash, Damon devoured me. His tongue plunged deep, licking every recess, lashing my tongue into a frenzy with his, and then swallowing every morsel of my throaty moans. He poured his hunger into me with a kiss that ate me alive.
And I offered more because I was intoxicated. A beggar who pleaded to be consumed by his power. His dominance. His need. A beggar who starved for the embrace of her estranged husband.
There was no resistance. Not tonight. His mouth had destroyed it all. A weapon of mass destruction. First with his truths that broke down all my walls and then with his tongue that lashed stroke after stroke of lust until there wasn’t even a pretense left of restraint.
Shackling his palms to the sides of my face, he held me to the mercy of his hunting mouth until it was impossible to tell where I ended and he began.
It was jarring to know just how rapidly my anger—my hate for him—dissipated. Ramparts of resentment I’d meticulously crafted for over a decade. Fortifications that dissolved like sand against the tide of his truth.
Maybe the thing I’d hated all along was that I’d been left with two puzzle pieces that didn’t align. For fifteen years, I’d been forced to fit together how Damon promised to love me with the way he’d disappeared. But the pieces didn’t fit. They’d never fit. And now I didn’t have to force them together any longer.
With a heavy groan, Damon deepened the kiss, his tongue sinking farther and claiming even more of my turbulent senses into his hurricane of desire.
Even though I was sitting and Damon was on his knees, there was no space between us. Our chests were flush and my dress parted wide enough at my hips that the hard flat of his stomach pressed against my core.
I wanted to pull him higher. I wanted to feel the hardness of his cock pressed right where I wanted him. So much so, my body began to make a plea of its own, pushing and rocking against him, aching for more. Yet Damon wouldn’t budge.
He remained on his knees before me, his mouth and hands promising to blur the lines between worship and torture.
“Damon.” The plea mutinied from my lips as he began nipping along the edge of my jaw. All I could do was tip my head back, and hope, as his palms slid down the column of my throat, that his touch would anchor much lower at the source of my ache.
“God, I’ve missed you, Robber,” he rumbled low, tonguing the spot where my pulse feathered the side of my neck as his fingers teased the top of my dress.
How many times had he said those words to me? How many times had I resisted them? How easily did I now welcome them all the way into my veins?
“I can’t—” He broke off, heaving a lawless growl as he finished, “get enough of you.”
A swift tug of the soft fabric pulled it beneath my breasts, the rush of cool air drawing my nipples into even tighter peaks.
Moaning, I arched toward him at the same moment his big palms cupped me, a lightning storm of pleasure cracking through my unstable nerves. I whimpered and dug my hands into his shoulders, needing more but unable to say it.
“Fuck, Robber.” He sounded as tortured as I felt, his hot breaths pooling against the corner of my neck. “You’re so perfect. So beautiful. God…it kills me.”
His thumbs found my aching nipples, rubbing and rolling them until my skin seemed bound to combust.
“Fuck, Damon…” I begged, uncaring how weak I sounded. “Please. ”
My hands crawled to his scalp and fisted his hair. My limbs felt like they were coming apart at the seams, stretching and breaking under the strain of desire.
“I need you to forgive me, Robber,” he growled, licking over my pulse like he could stop it from puncturing through my skin. “Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Maybe not even a week or month or year from now. But at some point…” He kissed down my neck, lower still until his lips landed on the fount of my heartbeats, knowing he had to feel the way they spilled out for him. “At some point, I need you to forgive me. But not tonight…tonight I just need you to come for me.”
A strangled sound erupted from my throat. Had I been able to form words, I would’ve forgiven him anything at that moment as long as he didn’t stop. But then his mouth closed over my breast, and I forgot about speaking because words no longer existed.
Syllables and sense were supplanted by the low, sensual sounds of hunger and ache. Of taste and temptation. Of his mouth sucking and laving at my nipple until it wasn’t stars but entire galaxies I saw spinning into existence with every flick of his dangerous tongue.
“So sensitive. So perfect.” The weathered groan that came from his mouth was almost as pleasurable as the torture it wreaked on my breast. The alternating tug of his lips and swirl of his tongue could’ve sent me over the edge if he wanted to.
The knot of ache in my stomach drew tighter. My legs squeezed and trembled on either side of his torso, trying to quell the ache between them. Desire spilled from my core, soaking through my underwear and into the fabric of my dress.
I must’ve made another sound because his lips stilled, his tongue working a slow circle around my nipple as he lowered his free hand from my ribcage down to my thigh.
Damon pushed what was left of my dress out of the way and gripped my bare skin, sending a shudder through me that rattled all the way to my bones.
“How long I’ve dreamed of you…dreamed of having you. Of touching you. Of tasting you again.”
Oh, god. I whimpered and started to shake as his hand crawled along the inside of my thigh toward the center of all my nerves. Of all my pleasure. Of all this unbearable ache.
I was so wet, so needy, I thought my heart might give out in the span of seconds it took his fingers to reach my sex. And when they did, when they slid along my slit and pressed on the bundle of aching nerves, I cried out as the pleasure that rocketed through me was so sharp and exquisite, it bordered on pain.
“Soaked,” Damon growled, flicking his tongue over my nipple, making me buck against him, before drawing his head back and searching out my eyes.
My throat bobbed, feeling him tease along my entrance and then push the thickness of his middle finger inside me all the way to the knuckle, sending my muscles off in spasms.
“You want me so bad, Robber.”
I panted and quaked in front of his gaze, my nipples taut, my pussy drenched. There was no hiding just how right he was.
“I see your lie detector is working,” I murmured, trying to collect the messy scramble of my thoughts, but it was useless as they spilled more with every stroke of his fingers.
My hips started to rock on their own, searching to meet that delicious intrusion and clamor for more.
“This was never my lie detector, Robber,” he rasped, curling his finger into my front wall and then slowly—methodically—dragging it out.
“You said it was.” I didn’t even know why I was arguing. My voice was a breathless mess. My body churning toward an unstoppable release. “You held it up,” I added, bits and pieces of that night in the kitchen bursting into my mind.
The handsome angles of his face softened as my vision blurred when his finger sank back inside me and curled against that magical spot, the hot rush of pleasure blistering the ends of my nerves.
“I never meant my finger, Robber,” Damon drawled, the potent roughness in his voice unable to obscure the uneven curve of his lips into a wicked grin. I clutched his shoulders, fighting through the coil of pleasure his fingers tightened to understand. “I was pointing to my lips.”
My eyes flung wide, air slamming out of my lungs, but there was no time to stop him. In a fraction of a second, his palm spread over my sternum, pushing me back as his head bent between my open thighs.
I gasped as the warm rush of his exhale greeted my soaked core, and then his finger was gone and his mouth covered me.
“ Damon!”
It was nothing short of miraculous the way everything else ceased to exist, the world dissolving to the single point where his mouth consumed my sex. The hunger that had claimed my mouth now became feral as he devoured my pussy.
Lips and tongue blurred into some amorphous weapon of pleasure he unleashed on my core. He licked and kissed, stroked and swirled, teasing every last inch of me until I wept with want.
“Damon,” I panted loudly, my body starting to tremble from the annihilation of his mouth.
“You’re mine, Robber,” he said and lashed his tongue over my clit so hard it made me buck. “This cunt is mine.” He buried the sentiment along with his tongue inside my core, licking me from the inside out and then swirling over my clit.
“Damon, please?— ”
“Mine,” he repeated more savagely—equally as savagely as the torment of his tongue.
He ravaged me with his mouth. His tongue delved against my clit with voracious, violent lashes, dragging my body kicking and screaming closer to release. When his fingers joined in the torture, two of them sinking to the knuckles, I screamed and swore I ripped hair from his scalp with how hard I grabbed him.
I must’ve looked like I was seizing—maybe I was—with my back bowed almost unnaturally as I clutched his head to my pussy, needing the utter destruction of his sinful mouth.
“You’re mine now, Robber. As ever. Forever,” he swore, his tongue swirling my clit in a way that caught my breath. But when his lips then closed over the swollen bundle of nerves and sucked, it stopped my heart.
I cried out, too lost in desire—in delirium—to halt the catapult of my body toward release. There was no turning back. No stopping to drag him up my body and insist his cock deliver my orgasm. There was nothing but this ferocious storm of lust that swept me in its wanton current…and then pulled me under.
I was flung and then flying off the edge of ecstasy. Hot, glittering sparks ignited through me, my core convulsing as I came. I couldn’t be quiet or still, my scream piercing the room as I rode his criminal mouth through the quakes of my orgasm.
I didn’t know how long I stayed like that—clutching him to me as his tongue lapped up every drop of my release.
“Damon,” I croaked, my voice wavering though my breathing had finally started to even out. My fingers felt foreign as I loosened my grip on his hair—my entire body feeling like he’d just turned it from a caterpillar into a butterfly.
“I could spend days eating your cunt and watching you come. You taste so incredible.”
My inner muscles trembled at the thought, a sound I couldn’t even describe working out of my chest .
In one smooth movement, he drew his head up, his beautiful mouth glistening with my pleasure. Inching back on his knees, he reached for my waist.
“Stand.”
I wasn’t sure I could, but he didn’t give me a choice. I rose on unsteady legs, my muscles having been transformed to Jell-O. I wanted him—I wanted him to find relief too, but there was a very real possibility that another orgasm like that would send me into a coma.
I shivered when his mouth pressed to my sternum in the tenderest kiss, and then my dress, already horribly askew, fluttered to the floor. Fresh heat bloomed as his eyes raked over me, the hunger in them scoring my skin like a set of teeth.
His mouth worked another kiss onto my stomach, and my lethargic sight barely crossed my lips before the world went topsy-turvy as Damon hoisted me in his arms.
I was too exhausted to do anything more than gasp before he flung the covers back and laid me properly in his bed.
“So beautiful, Robber.” With a tenderness that made my eyes burn, he pulled the rest of the pins from my hair, making sure all of it was loose and comfortable.
“Damon…” I reached for him, and instantly, he lowered his head and sealed his lips to mine, sliding his tongue along their seam and leaving me with the faint taste of myself.
“Relax,” he cooed. “I’ll be right back.”
The thought of him leaving brought some awareness to my brain. Enough to focus on him as he stood—and notice the long, thick bulge of his cock as it pulsed along his thigh. If possible, my jaw slackened even more. Feeling him beneath me the other night was one thing, but now seeing him—even the obscured outline of him. Was it possible I didn’t remember this part of him accurately ?
Or was it possibly that his infamy wasn’t the only thing that had grown in the years we’d been apart?
And why did it look like there was…I squinted, but Damon had already moved from the side of the bed, my eyes tracking him in the windows until he went into the bathroom.
I had to be imagining it—my muddled mind seeing bumps and ridges along his length that were probably just a figment of the fabric or the shadows in the room. Or some unknown fantasy.
My lashes dipped to my cheeks, another ebb of exhaustion drawing me out of reality. I didn’t want the night to end. I wanted the rest of everything he promised me, and I wanted to show him just how much I’d missed him. But the emotional and physical upheaval of the evening quickly surpassed all other thoughts.
By the time Damon joined me in bed, the only thing I knew was that the arms wrapping around me and holding me to his chest weren’t, for the first time in fifteen years, only in my dreams. Neither was the husky promise that chauffeured me into slumber.
“I will always protect you, Robber.”