Chapter 26 Damon
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. Without a word I slide my hands around her waist, and lift her into my arms. She’s lighter than she looks, but the weight of her in my embrace feels right, like she was always meant to be there.
Her arms instinctively wrap around my neck, her body warm against my skin.
I carry her through the house straight to the bedroom. The room is lit by the afternoon sun streaming through the blinds, casting a glow on the rumpled sheets of the bed. I lower her gently until her feet barely touch the floor.
“Are you sure?” I murmur, my thumbs tracing the curve of her hip.
Her fingers reach up and begin unbuttoning her dress. “I’ve never be more certain of anything,” she says. “All I want is you.”
The dress slips easily over her shoulders and falls in a pool at her feet. She stands before me in white lacy bra and panties.
My hands slide up her waist, her ribs. I can feel the faint goosebumps on her skin, the give of her flesh beneath my touch.
“You know what might happen if we do this,” I warn.
“Believe me, I know.”
“If we do this and you get pregnant, this gives us a better chance to be together.”
She smiles up at me and leans closer. “Then why are we wasting time talking when we could be doing it already?” she teases.
Fuck.
“You’re sure you want me to get you pregnant?” I ask, my teeth gritted, my cock already rock hard for her.
Her lips brush mine. “Yes. I want you to give me something that can’t be taken away by anyone.”
That’s it.
The last bit of my control snaps.
“You’re driving me insane,” I say, trailing kisses down her neck. “Absolutely fucking mad.”
I grab her frilly lace bra and rip. The delicate fabric tears down the middle like it was made to be destroyed. The sound alone makes my cock throb. Her bare breasts fall into my hands, warm and full.
She gasps. “That was my favorite bra.”
“I’ll buy you ten more. But this one?” I toss it to the floor. “This one dies tonight.”
Her panties are next. The flimsy fabric shreds easily and ends up tossed too. I push her gently backward until she’s sprawled across the bed, legs parted, chest rising fast. I kneel between her thighs, spreading them wider.
“No rush,” I murmur, kissing the inside of one thigh. “You want this to take? We’re doing it right. Slow and easy. I want to savor every moment.”
She squirms as my tongue trails closer to her center.
“Damon…”
I slide one finger into her tight pussy and groan. “God, you’re soaked already.”
She nods. “I’ve been ready for this all day.”
I hook her thighs over my shoulders and lower my mouth to her pussy, licking slow, deep, deliberate strokes that make her hips jerk.
“Oh—God,” she gasps, clutching the sheets. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to,” I murmur. “I’m going to taste every inch of you until you can’t remember your own name.”
I lick up and over her clit, swirling my tongue the way she likes, while sliding two fingers inside her, deep, curling, stretching.
She arches off the bed. “Damon—please—”
“I want you warm and open for me,” I growl. “I want this pussy to be begging for me to fill it with my come.”
Her moans turn to sobs, pleasure building fast. She’s close, I can feel it, the way her walls clamp down on my fingers, the way her thighs tremble.
I pull away suddenly, making her whimper. “No. Not yet.”
I rise and strip off my clothes in a blur. My cock’s already leaking, hard enough to ache. I climb onto the bed, looming over her.
Her eyes widen when she sees me, cock bare with no protection. It’s not the first time we’re fucked unprotected, but this time feels different.
I drag my cock through her slickness, the friction an exquisite agony, and line up at her entrance. I push in slow. Not teasing. Just deep. Deep enough she gasps, her nails clawing at the silk sheets, her legs wrapping around my hips like she never wants me to leave.
“It’s all me,” I grit out. “I’m going so deep you’ll feel pregnant before I even finish.”
“I want you to lose control inside me. Fuck me, Damon. I need you.”
That’s what undoes me. Not the words. The need behind them. The truth.
I start moving. Long, rough strokes that drag a cry from her lips every time I bottom out. I brace one hand beside her head, the other gripping her hip to keep her still as I thrust into her like a man who’s about to change both their lives. I go deep, then even deeper.
Her nails dig into my back, leaving a trail of fire. Her breath comes in little gasps, a frantic rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart. “Don’t pull out,” she says. “Don’t you dare pull out.”
“I won’t. I’m going to come inside you. I want to fill your pussy with come, then do it again.”
“Yes. God, yes. Deeper.”
I fuck her harder. Faster. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, her eyes locked on mine like she wants to burn this moment into her soul.
“You want a baby?” I growl, one hand sliding down to press over her lower belly.
“More than anything.”
“Everyone will know you’re mine.”
“Yes—Damon, please—”
She’s close. I can feel it in the way she tightens around me, in the way her hips arch, desperate for more. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the only sound is the slap of our bodies and her ragged breathing.
“Come for me, baby. Milk it out of me.”
She shatters beneath me with a sob, crying out my name as her muscles clench tight, pulling me under with her.
I slam in once more, deep as I can go, and empty into her.
Hot, thick, endless. I swear I come so hard I black out for a second.
I stay buried inside her, hips twitching, not willing to leave her body yet.
Not willing to give up this one goddamn moment where the world doesn’t matter. Where it’s just us.
She strokes my jaw, her touch feather-light. “I want to wake up pregnant.”
I kiss her shoulder, the salty taste of her skin on my lips. “Maybe you will. Though we won’t know for a while.”
“Think we made a baby?”
I pull out slowly, watching my come leak out of her onto the sheets. I push it back in with two fingers. “We will. And if we didn’t just now—” I slide back inside her, half-hard but growing. “We’re trying again.”
She’s still panting, sweat slicking her thighs. She groans softly, a mix of exhaustion and excitement. “You’re serious?”
I grab her chin and tilt her face toward mine. “You said you wanted this. You said you wanted to wake up pregnant.”
“I do. I want to make sure this works.”
“Then flip over and put your ass in the air.”
I position her on her knees, a pillow under her. “Want to see which position gets it in deepest.”
She laughs. “Never thought fucking would be so clinical.”
“This is war, baby. Nothing clinical about it. I’m going to fill you with so much come, your womb will have no choice but to make a baby.”
I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh, and slide back in. She’s tighter from this angle. Hotter. The view of her ass bouncing against my hips is enough to make my head spin.
“Jesus—this feels…” she moans. “Feels deeper.”
“Yeah?” I slam into her, hard. “You feel me going deep?”
She cries out, nodding furiously. “God, yes. Damon, it’s—fuck—it’s perfect.” Her back arches, and I drag one hand up her spine, pressing down between her shoulder blades until she sinks lower, cheek against the mattress, ass high in the air.
“Even better,” I growl. “You were made for this.”
I don’t stop. I take her hard, chasing that second release. She tightens around me like she wants to rip it out of me with her body alone. She glances back, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. “Want me to try on top?”
“You want to ride me?”
She nods. “Might go deeper. Angle’s different.”
I pull out, grip her waist, and flip her onto her back. Then I lie down and motion for her. “Do it.”
She straddles me, guides me inside with a little whimper, then sinks down slowly. “Oh my God.”
“Feel that?” I growl. “That’s my cock pressing right where you need it. Doesn’t get deeper than this, princess.”
She moves slowly at first, grinding down, then picking up speed until she’s bouncing on top of me, her hands braced on my chest. My hands grip her hips, guiding her harder, faster. I watch her fall apart again, her back arched. Her muscles clamp down, fluttering around me.
I let go.
I grab her hips and thrust up into her as I come again, deep inside her for the second time tonight. I stay buried to the hilt, holding her down as my cock twitches and empties every last drop into her. She collapses onto my chest, exhausted.
We stay there for a few seconds, chests heaving, our bodies slick with sweat. Then I reach behind me, grab a pillow, and lift her hips gently.
“What are you doing?” she asks, laughing softly.
“Gravity,” I say. “Don’t get up. You need to be still and lie here a little while. Let’s give it the best fucking shot.”
She’s smiling, glowing, still trembling as I slide the pillow under her ass and adjust her legs to elevate her hips. “You’re insane,” she says, giggling.
“I’m thorough.” I stroke her thighs, press a kiss to her knee. “We’re not just fucking. We’re building a family. One that locks our fathers into peace. One they can’t undo.”
She brushes her fingers over my jaw, her touch a tender contrast to the raw heat of the moment. “You really want it to be real?”
I nod, leaning over her. “I already claimed you, Viviana. Now I want everyone to see it.”
I hold her, snuggled tight against me, until our breathing finally slows. “I’m sorry,” I whisper against her hair.
“Sorry for what?” she asks, leaning back to look up at me.
“It’s time for you to go back to your family. Tommy is waiting outside with the car to take you home.”
“So soon? I have to go now? You didn’t tell me that.”
“I didn’t want to tell you,” I say. “Your father insisted I return you today. I desperately needed this one last time with you before we’re separated.”
“Why can’t you drive me yourself?” she asks.
“I’m not allowed at your house until this is resolved.”
“When will I see you again?” she asks. “Are we even allowed to see each other?”
“No, not until your father makes his decision.”
“If Papa says no—"
"He won't. Not when he understands what we're offering. It’s the only solution that works for everyone."
"But if he does?"
"Then I'll find another way. As long as I’m breathing, I’ll keep fighting for you. I'm not losing you, Viviana. Not to family politics, not to anything."
“What if I’m exiled and they send me far away?”
“Wherever you go, I promise I’ll find you.”
“You said you never make promises.”
“I do now.”