Chapter 30 Damien
Chapter thirty
Damien
Her lips had become my sanctuary. My solace. My every thought since we arrived back at the Repository.
They were full and soft, with a slight upturn at the corners, like she was always on the verge of a smile or a snarky remark. I couldn’t get enough of them.
The sweet taste of her mixed with the scent of night-blooming jasmine created a heady combination that sent a surge of pure, primal hunger coursing through my veins.
Without an ounce of hesitation, she climbed into my lap and straddled me, her movements fluid and graceful, more lithe cat than former wolf shifter. A groan escaped me as I moved my hands to her ass and pulled her hard against me.
She was an addiction, a compulsion I couldn’t—and didn’t want to—resist.
Pulling back slightly, I trailed kisses along her jawline, feeling the soft pulse of her heart beneath my lips.
Her skin was hot, alive, and the contrast with my cool touch made her shiver.
Or maybe it was the brush of my fangs against her delicate skin.
Either way, she wrapped herself around me even tighter, like ivy claiming stone.
I could hear the quickening of her heartbeat, a rhythm that echoed through my very soul.
“Damien,” she murmured.
In that single word, she demanded every ounce of my attention. It was a summons, a command, a plea all rolled into one.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair as she deepened the kiss. She tasted like midnight and illicit promises, a mix of her own unique flavor and the wild, free spirit that defined her.
I roamed my hands up her thin T-shirt, seeking out the curves and valleys of her body. Each line, each dip, each soft swell was a territory I wanted to explore, to claim, to memorize as if it were sacred ground.
She arched into my touch for more. Slowly, I peeled the shirt off her, revealing her bare chest to the night air. Her breath hitched as I traced the curve of her perfect breasts with my fingertips, her nipples hardening under my touch.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, leaning in to capture one peak between my lips.
She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair, her hips rolling against mine in a rhythm that was pure temptation.
I sucked gently, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her, a sound I wanted to hear again and again.
I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, reveling in the way she squirmed on my lap.
But this wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. I wanted all of her. Every inch, every secret, every sound she could make.
I surged to my feet with her in my arms and laid her on the leafy ground, so similar to our first time in the jungle. She gave me a wicked grin and all but dragged me down with her.
Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps now, and heat radiated from her core, a promise of the pleasure to come. I trailed kisses down her body, from her collarbone to her stomach. When I reached the waistband of her sleep shorts, I paused, looking up at her to be absolutely sure she wanted this.
And that she could take what I desperately wanted to give her.
I doubted I could be gentle, not after three weeks of the most illicit fantasies about her I’d ever had about anyone.
She rasped out a laugh, her brown eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’ve been telling you yes since I met you, Damien. Do you need a neon sign?”
I chuckled. “Well, had I known that…”
“We could’ve been having wild monkey sex this whole time?” She nodded, a gorgeous flush painting down her chest. “Think of all the wasted opportunities.”
“And all the wasted time. A true tragedy.” I hooked my fingers into the band of both her shorts and panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing her completely.
The sight of her, bare and exposed, with the large engagement ring glinting on her finger, was enough to send a jolt of pure desire through me. I leaned in, breathing in the scent of her arousal, a heady mix of want and need that made my head spin.
She moaned, her voice laced with humor. “Says the guy with all the time in the world. You must have the patience of a saint.”
“When it comes to you? None whatsoever.”
With her, there would never be enough time. A hundred centuries wouldn’t suffice.
I wasted no more of that precious time. I dove in, tasting her with a hunger that was almost feral.
She let out a cry, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I explored her with my tongue.
I traced the lines of her folds, mapping out the terrain with an obsessive thoroughness that bordered on madness.
Her sweet taste intoxicated me, a drug that left me craving more.
I was lost in her, in the rhythm of her bucking hips, the sounds she made, the way she responded to my touch.
“Damien… Fuck…” she panted out.
I hummed against her, the vibration drawing out a sharp cry from her lips.
Her breaths came in gasps now, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. Her muscles tensed and released under my touch. I could feel the tension building within her, the coil tightening as I continued to lick and suck her most sensitive spots.
With a sudden jolt, she came, her whole body convulsing. I kept feasting while I guided her through her orgasm, drawing out every last shudder and aftershock. Once her body stilled, I looked up at her, meeting her gaze with an intensity that left no room for doubt.
I wanted her. All of her. Consequences, every single one of them, be damned.
Did that make me selfish? Without a doubt. But I’d felt her come undone beneath my touch twice now. There was no turning back.
Slowly, I stood and hovered over her. She looked up at me with trusting eyes, and I felt a surge of possessiveness, a need to protect and cherish her that almost overwhelmed me.
She’d been through so much already, and yet here she was, open and vulnerable for me.
A fae vampire who’d left a bloody trail of vengeance for my lost Summer Court behind me, and would continue that trail in front of me with assistance from the Shadow Fang.
Once we collected the pieces, I would declare war on the wolf shifters who had abandoned their allyship with the fae and allowed the downfall of the Summer Court.
Now, though… Now I would worship this former wolf shifter.
I stripped off my own clothes, revealing the pulsing, rigid evidence of my desire for her. She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth as her gaze found my cock, and she spread her legs wider.
“In case you think you need a written invitation,” she said, one eyebrow arched.
“Message received loud and clear,” I growled, kneeling between her legs again.
I couldn’t wait another second. My cock throbbed, rock-hard and leaking, pressed against her dripping core. I didn’t gently position—I grabbed her hips and yanked her to me. One hard thrust buried me to the hilt in her tight, wet heat.
“Fuck! Yes!” she cried out, her nails scoring my back as her legs locked around my waist.
I set a brutal pace from the first stroke, slamming into her, the slap of skin echoing over the rooftop garden. Her pussy clenched around my cock, pulling me deeper with every thrust. Every gasp and moan fueled my desperation and turned my need into a frenzy.
There was no slow savoring. Just heat, her lips on mine, and the desperate drive for release. She felt too good, too tight, her inner walls milking my cock as I drove into her. I was already close, the pressure building at the base of my spine.
Her cries pitched higher, her body tensing beneath me. We were crashing toward the edge together, no gentle build, just raw, desperate need.
My thrusts grew even more intense, each one claiming her, and in doing so, I was laying claim to a part of myself that I’d thought long lost—a part that was capable of love, of connection, of raw, unfiltered emotion other than rage.
With each stroke, I poured myself into her, giving her everything I had. Everything I was.
Everything I’d forgotten how to be.
A man, first and foremost. A man with a heart I couldn’t control even if I wanted to. Something about this woman made me forget all the reasons I’d spent centuries keeping my distance.
Luna arched against me, her hips meeting mine with a fervor that matched my own, her movements desperate and hungry. Her nails dug into my back, a sweet pain that only intensified my pleasure. Her breaths came faster in ragged gasps, her body tightening around me with each exquisite pulse.
“Fucking amazing,” I groaned, the words torn from deep inside me.
Her laughter was breathless, her eyes sparkling with stars. “Really? Because I was going for ‘fucking amazing.’ I must be doing something right.”
“You’re doing everything right,” I growled, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
And then, with a final, deep thrust, we both went over the edge, the sound of our combined releases echoing through the night.
As we lay there, spent and breathless, I looked down at her, at the woman who had managed to shatter every wall I’d ever built, who had brought me back to life in ways I’d never thought possible.
I memorized the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the soft curves of her body, the way her golden hair spread out around her like a moonlit halo. She was a goddess, a creature of light and fire, and I was the lucky one who got to worship at her altar.
“Luna,” I murmured.
She smiled up at me, her eyes soft and warm. “Yes?”
“I think you broke me.”
She reached down and squeezed my ass, drawing me deeper inside of her. “When I can move again, I’ll fix you. Promise.”
With a kiss to her temple, I rolled her on top, and we lay like that for a while, our bodies still entwined.
She shifted slightly, snuggling closer to me, her head resting against my chest. I could feel her breath, warm and steady, brushing against my skin, and the sensation sent a wave of contentment washing over me.
This time, we didn’t have to hurry our post-coitus or face certain death in the jungle.
This time, we could simply exist with each other.
“I never got to thank you,” she said softly, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
I looked down at her, my eyebrows raised in question. “Thank me for what?”
She lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. “For helping us not die in the jungle. For carrying me.” She shrugged. “For believing in me.”
“For believing in you?” I asked, my brow rutting.
She nodded and looked away, a hint of vulnerability in her expression. “Not many people do anymore.”
“Idiots. All of them.” I tightened my arms around her, pulling her closer, and tipped her chin up so she’d look at me.
“You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.
The bravest. And the smartest. Every challenge you’ve faced, you’ve conquered with certainty and grace that leaves me in awe.
You would’ve done brilliantly without me there, just as you’ve done brilliantly your entire life.
So yes, I believe in you, Luna. I believe in everything you are.
Your heart, your mind, your spirit… I believe in you because you’re you, and that alone is the most extraordinary thing anyone could ever be. ”
“Wow…” Her eyes shimmered, and she leaned up to press a soft kiss to my lips.
“Damn right, wow. Because I meant it. Every word.” I deepened the kiss, pouring all my emotions into it, letting her feel everything I couldn’t say.
When we finally broke apart, she rested her head against my chest once more, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin.
As I looked down at her, grazing my engagement ring along her back, I saw myself reflected in her gaze—not the revenge-obsessed fae vampire I’d become over the centuries, but the man in me.
The man I wished could stand beside her, who could be her partner and her protector, her lover and her friend, for as long as her mortal life allowed.
But deep down, I knew I couldn’t. Not truly. Not without breaking her heart, my own be damned. Not without putting her in danger.
And that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.
Not with her.