Chapter 21
Chapter
Twenty-One
ROSE
I must have dozed off, and when I drifted awake, I found myself in a room shrouded in darkness. My eyes, initially unfocused, sharpened as they adjusted to the dark.
Where was I?
Though the curtains were drawn, a sliver of moonlight peeked through a gap. I was on the boat, waiting for Damon in his room. I had rested my head against the pillow for only a second but had succumbed to sleep.
Blood rushed to my head when I tried sitting up. There was a rustle nearby, followed by the light being turned on. The person immediately turned away, perhaps to give me privacy in case I was indecent. Despite the quick evasion, I recognized him.
Damon.
My ears were buzzing, and I didn’t catch whatever he said.
I was still drunk. I peeled myself off the bed.
For years, I had fantasized about ending up in a similar scenario.
This setting, on his brother’s yacht, was a pretty damn romantic one.
With legs made of lead, I walked to the man of my dreams and rested my head against his back.
“The room’s spinning.”
He whirled around so fast that I almost stumbled. He stared at me with an odd expression, then gathered me in an embrace.
“Rose.” Gripping a fistful of my hair, he tilted my head back. He stared at me for a moment before lunging at me with six simple words on his lips. “Only you can do this to me.”
I yelped when he picked me up and settled me on the bed. I caught his scent—amber—emanating from him. Feeling a bit too warm, I gripped the sheets to steady myself.
“How much did you drink?”
“Not that much.” The lie tumbled out of my lips before I could stop myself.
I knew he would stop if I told him the truth—I was tanked. He was the good guy and wouldn’t take advantage of a drunk woman. But I had waited more than a decade for this moment and couldn’t risk sabotaging it.
“Good. Now tell me that you want me,” he said gruffly.
Want him? I wanted him so badly that I couldn’t think straight. “I want you.”
Blue eyes heated at my answer. With a hand flat on my belly, he pushed me onto the mattress.
My head spun when my back collided with the firm surface.
He seized my upper arms and crushed his mouth to mine.
I automatically parted my lips, and he slipped his tongue inside, stroking mine with urgency.
I brushed my tongue against his, and he inhaled sharply—an abrupt, harsh sound in the still room.
I had hoped my acquiescence would center him.
It had the opposite effect. He climbed on top of me, his mouth devouring mine like it was the end of the world.
I struggled for air.
But just as abruptly as they had descended on me, his lips disappeared.
Slowly, he lifted the skirt of my dress.
My eyes were on the ceiling, too chicken to meet his gaze.
Because any second now, he would see the scars on my belly and be horrified after inspecting them up close.
It was a difficult sight to stomach, even my parents couldn’t deal with it.
I should stop him or at least turn off the lights.
But the gentle sway of the boat, the smell of water, and his amber scent created an intoxicating mix.
It took longer to gather my strength and lift my arms. By the time my hand landed in his wavy locks, my dress was around my waist, and he had dragged my underwear to my ankles.
I angled my head and saw that his shirt was missing.
My gaze returned to the ceiling while his rough hand explored every inch of my skin, caressing it like he was trying to memorize the pattern.
It was unbearable and reverent all in one, and all thoughts of my hideous scars and flaws vanished from the way he worshipped my body.
The gentle caresses on my bare skin put me in a trance. I felt high, never wanting this feeling to end, and was only revived when he changed direction.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t respond and pulled my dress over my head, then proceeded to undo my bra.
No one had seen me naked before. My first instinct was to cover up, but the way he was staring at me, he was the furthest thing from scared.
He was fascinated, tracing every mark with the brush of his fingers.
When I swatted his hand away, he dragged me to the edge of the bed and put his mouth on the largest scar on my belly and traced it with his tongue.
I gasped. “Stop that.” I tried to pull away, but a firm hand on my hip kept me in place.
Was he insane?
I was entirely out of breath when he repeated the motion of kissing and licking my scars. At some point, it dawned on me that he had taken off his pants.
I had never seen a naked man and was suddenly too intimidated. My gaze bounced between his muscular torso and the ceiling. Finally, I shut my eyes.
I sensed, rather than saw, his head dipping, before a set of lips were on my inner thighs.
I jolted. “What are you—” My voice died away when he peppered my thighs with soft kisses.
I let out a soft moan, and my toes curled. I had always felt the urges of a normal twenty-one-year-old woman, but the intimidation of touching a man kept me from acting on them. But now, it was sensory overload.
“Have you done this before?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“You’re a virgin,” he stated rather than asked. There was an undertone of possessiveness in his voice, one I hadn’t expected from the easygoing Damon.
He waited for a verbal confirmation, lifting his head to stare into my eyes.
I nodded shakily.
The way his eyes flared—a glint of something more than lewd—made me retreat. I knew then that something had shifted between us.
His blue eyes deepened to a frighteningly dark color. What was going through his mind? “I’ve never been with a virgin. What made you wait?”
My lips parted as I watched him.
When I didn’t respond, he answered his own question. “The correct answer is—you were waiting for me.”
My bottom lip trembled at his streak of possessiveness. “I-I was waiting for you.”
“That’s right.” He pressed a kiss on my inner thigh, inching himself to where I needed him most. “There’s something I haven’t done before, either.”
I knew he wasn’t talking about sex because I had overheard of the twins’ conquests from around campus.
“I have never done this before.” He nipped at my mound.
His tongue landed on my clit, and whatever I was thinking turned into mush.
Fuck, that felt good.
He sucked until I moaned, and when his tongue found its way inside my wetness, I nearly jumped off the bed. I was so tightly wound from his efforts that it took me several seconds to process what he had said before.
He admitted that he had never gone down on a girl. It was my first time, but he was also giving me one of his firsts.
He pulled back and slipped his thick fingers inside me.
I was so wet, I was sure I could take his dick.
I shut my eyes, savoring the warmth spreading through me.
When his mouth returned to my clit, I screamed.
There was no finesse to it; he was practically making out with my pussy, as if he had waited eons to do this.
Finding out about my virginity had unleashed something feral in him. A switch had gone off in his mind to wreak havoc. I clutched the sheets underneath me and arched into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m going to come just from this.”
My eyes flickered as he licked my pussy in an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue was aggressive, as if lapping up anything to leak out, then it gentled and massaged me, coaxing me into letting go.
Pleasure built, and my hands restlessly roamed the bedsheet. His tongue drove me wild, and I quivered, whimpering pathetically until his aggressive pace pushed me to the brink.
The moment I cried out, his tongue left me, and I became aware of a hard length pressing insistently against my inner thighs where his tongue had been.
My body stiffened, and I glanced between us.
He held his dick between my thighs and jerked off with the tip inside me.
It was the most erotic sight I had seen, and he hadn’t even penetrated me.
I couldn’t look away as he grunted, spilling inside me.
It oozed around me, and I watched the mess he made, fascinated by the way he splayed his cum over my thighs and stomach to mark me.
He wasn’t done, though. He jerked his dick against my pussy in a relentless rhythm and thumbed over my nipples until they were pronounced, and soon, he was hard again.
The tempest of heat and sensation stole my breath. “Oh God.” My head arched back, and I found myself staring at the headboard.
The tendons in his neck rose as he clenched his teeth and gradually pushed forward.
“I have been too patient with you, and now, we have a problem. All types of assholes are circling you, thinking they have a chance with you. All because I gave you time to adjust. That’s about to change,” he rasped, forcing me to look at him.
That was why he waited until now. Did he know of my insecurities and was giving me time to adjust?
But I didn’t want to wait any longer. I wanted to surrender myself to him. “Will it hurt?”
“Yes.” He didn’t sugarcoat things, but after a slight hesitation, he added, “But I’ll go easy on you tonight since it’s your first time. I’ll hold back.”
I had no idea where the bravado came from as I puffed, “I don’t want you to hold back.”
He snarled as if giving him free rein was music to his ears. It seemed there was a war waging within him, trying to reel in his inner beast. I had never seen this intense side of him and was suddenly caught in the eye of the storm. I second-guessed whether I was ready for whatever I had unleashed.
“I’ll be gentle just this once. But don’t get used to it. Next time, I won’t stop until I wreck you.”
“Promise?” Once more, I was shocked by my gutsy comeback. He smirked, and I added, “I never want you to hold back with me; I want you to wreck me.”
“Next time.”
I watched in awe as he gripped my hips and fed his dick into my pussy, inch by inch.
“Fuck,” he breathed heavily. “You have no idea the hell I have been living through waiting for you to be ready for this.”
But why did he wait? He knew I liked him, and I hadn’t been subtle about my feelings. I tried to reply but couldn’t catch my breath. My mind was blank from the pain of intrusion, and I closed my eyes. “Ow.”
“Eyes on me, baby.” He rested his forehead against mine, dick pulsing inside me like a beast waiting to let loose.
I hadn’t expected the term of endearment, and my eyes flew open. The moment our gazes clashed, he pushed forward, tearing through my unused channel.
“Fuck,” he growled. Sharp pain cut through me while he punched the mattress. “I should have known you’d be so goddamn perfect.”
I bit my lip to subdue the pain. He wrapped his hand around my neck, shocking me. I hadn’t expected the dominance from the upstanding citizen. What was more surprising was my reaction to his primal act. Pleasure pooled between my thighs, contrasting sharply with the budding pain.
To my surprise, he was an animal in the bedroom, but I sensed him holding back for my sake.
Restraining his wilder instincts was a challenge for him.
I could tell by the way he was controlling the rhythm of his hips.
At times, it would intensify, like he wanted to lose control. Then he would remember and rein it in.
It was sweet in a beastly kind of way.
The grip on my neck tightened, leaving him in complete control and me in an extremely vulnerable position. It was an unexpected relief that I had no say in how this was going to play out. I surrendered, relinquishing control to him.
With each thrust, he dove deeper, and his control shattered.
The sounds of my arousal and his movements drove me to madness.
The pleasure between my thighs grew as the sharp ache faded.
There was still some discomfort, likely due to his size, but it was overshadowed by the intense, pulsating friction that followed each movement.
My mouth fell open when he hit a spot I hadn’t known existed. He nearly withdrew, then thrust back inside so hard that I almost toppled over. My heart raced as I gripped the sheets to keep my balance. His rhythm grew wild and uneven, and it seemed it was too late to back down.
Blue eyes blazed with possessiveness he wasn’t known for. “You were made for me, baby.” He pushed deeper, and a harsh groan escaped his lips. “I hate holding back with you.”
If this were him holding back, I would never survive the real thing. “Slow down.”
He didn’t.
To subdue him, I leaned up and took his lips like I had on the deck. I brushed my lips against his. He froze. For a second, I thought he would squeeze my neck. Instead, he crushed his lips against mine. His tongue worked with the rhythm of his hips, and his thrusts intensified.
Overwhelmed and ravaged by him in every way, my body gave out. I convulsed. When I cried out, he squeezed my neck, allowing me only fragments of air. It extended my euphoria, and I fell back onto the bed.
With his hand still wrapped around my neck, he kept fucking me senseless. Throughout, he bit my breasts, my shoulders, and anywhere his mouth could reach. Finally, his hand on my throat tightened as his lips bruised mine with a biting kiss.
His hips jerked, and I felt him release deep inside me.
I was lightheaded by the time he straightened me on the mattress and pulled me to his chest. After the brutal claiming, I was shocked when he ended with a simple kiss on my temple, and whispered, “You’re finally mine.
I didn’t just own your pussy tonight, baby, but everything about you. Remember that after you sober up.”
It turned out he had known I was drunk all along. I was merely surprised it didn’t stop him. I thought he was the good guy.