11. Damien
ELEVEN
DAMIEN
Her words light a fire within me. Before I can stop myself, I tip my face and bring my lips to hers, stealing the first kiss we’ve had since the ceremony.
Felicity’s lips part with a gasp, allowing me to deepen it, swiping my tongue against hers.
She groans against my mouth, hands gripping my shoulders, thighs parting to allow me closer.
She tastes like cinnamon and sin, a temptation I’ve been fighting that has finally won.
She has complete control and power over me, and it gives me too much pleasure giving in.
I know better than to take this any further, especially with how intense our emotions are, and I don’t want this to sway any of her decisions. It pains me, but I pull away with a groan. “Maybe we should go inside,” I murmur.
Felicity chews her bottom lip, fire burning in her eyes. “I don’t want to stop.”
There are a thousand different ways I could read into that, but instead, I watch her carefully. “What do you want?”
“You,” she whispers as she runs her hands down my chest. “For real. Not your fingers or just the tip. I want to have sex with you.”
I draw in a deep breath. “Felicity…” I growl, the hand on the back of her head moving to tangle in her curls. “Fuck.”
Her eyes search mine, flashing with uncertainty. “Is…is that what you want?” she asks softly. “Or?—”
I press my lips to hers again. “Of course I do,” I say against her mouth. “But are you sure?”
“I’ve never wanted to be with someone more,” she whispers. “You are the only person I have ever wanted to be with, Damien.”
It takes me a moment to understand what she isn’t saying. Because she’s not just telling me she’s okay with having sex with me. She’s telling me I’m the only one.
“Are you a virgin, little wife?” I ask as I pull away completely, searching her face. She can’t lie to me at all, because the evidence is written in the flush of her cheeks, in the way she looks at the garden and not at me. “You are.”
“Yeah,” she says. “And I don’t really want to be anymore.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, cupping her cheek again. “Fucking hell, I would have made our wedding night far better if I’d known.”
“Because I wasn’t ready then,” she whispers, “but I am now.” Finally, she meets my stare once more. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Well, she doesn’t have to beg for me to do my duty. I climb to my feet and take her hand, tugging her to her feet. “They can wait until we’re ready to deal with Bradshaw.”
A half-smile curves her lips. “They won’t mind?”
“They will,” I tell her. “But leave them to me.”
I guide her to the cottage, taking her through the front door. I grimace at the sight of the stuff meant to be in the den, and promise to get a storage unit or help her move it into the dining room later. For now, though, I bring her to the bed and turn her to face me.
“You know, I love these sundresses you wear.” I push the straps down slowly, biting my lip as her breast, plump and pert, falls free. “They always give me so much joy when I get to see these.”
Felicity shivers as I palm her breast, a soft sound falling from her lips. “Damien…”
“Let me enjoy this,” I murmur, fisting her other tit and twisting the nipple. Her sharp gasp makes me smile. “Fuck, you are so responsive. I wonder how you’ll be with my cock inside you…”
She tips her head back as I press my mouth to her soft pink nipple, this time moaning as I circle the tight bud with my tongue. As much as I want to worship every inch of her beautiful body, I know damn well we don’t have that time. Until Bradshaw is dealt with, we won’t be left alone.
So, I force myself to pull back and return to pushing her dress down. A huff that sounds almost like disappointment is the only response I get. But when I look up, there’s a deepening flush coursing down her neck and a heat in her eyes that spurs me on.
I let the dress pool at her feet and help her step out of it, along with her boots and socks. Once she’s left in only her panties, I bite my lip. Through the thin material of her underwear, I notice the wetness of her arousal already staining the fabric.
Over her panties, I lick her until she’s running her hands through my hair and bucking into me. “Damien!”
I chuckle as I pull away. “I couldn’t help myself.” I glance up at her, smirking. “Did you enjoy that, little wife?”
Her cheeks darken as she presses her lips into a firm line. “I’d like it more if I could actually feel you,” she murmurs, fingers tightening in my hair.
After pulling her panties down, I rise slowly and plant my hands on her hips, lowering my face to hers. “Go lie on the bed.”
Another shiver works its way through her, but she shuffles back until she’s sitting on the edge, then lying back. With her eyes locked on me, I slowly undress. Under her gaze, I feel more exposed than I ever have, and there is something too exciting about it.
“I don’t want to be like my father,” I admit slowly, dropping my shirt onto her pile of clothes. As my hands move to my pants, I add, “I only want to do this marriage thing once. I only want this with you.”
Something softens in her bright eyes. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I swallow hard, dropping my pants and boxers. Being naked in front of her now feels different in a way, more real. And as I climb on top of her, melding our bodies together, it hits me that this is my forever.
That she is my forever.
I kiss her hard as her hands curl in my hair again. Planting a hand by her head, I fist my shaft and align myself with her entrance. She’s slick with arousal, but I notch myself carefully and pull back. “Are you ready, wife?”
Felicity tenses below me before releasing a slow breath. “Yes, husband, I am.”
A ferocious kind of emotion tightens in my throat as I push inside her. The first inch feels so familiar it makes me groan. The second comes with some friction that I try to remove by rubbing her clit. Felicity gasps, bucking into me, and it’s enough for me to slide right into her burning embrace.
I bite down on a groan once I’m completely sheathed, gritting my teeth hard as I force myself to pull out. “Relax,” I murmur, feeling the tightening and fluttering of her pussy. “Let me take care of you.”
“It doesn’t hurt like I thought it would,” she gasps, hand falling from my hair to grip my shoulder. And as if to prove her point, her hips rock against me, moving in rhythm with the slow pace I set. “It feels…good.”
I circle her clit with my thumb, groaning at the next flutter of her walls. “And you feel amazing.” I pick up the pace and slam into her harder. “Fuck, you take me so well, wife. It’s like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other.”
Felicity’s lashes flutter as her lips part in a silent oh. “God, I’m so close.”
The tightening in my lower back and stomach tells me I am too. And I don’t want this to end. “Hold on just a little longer,” I grunt, nuzzling my nose against hers. “Eyes on me, wife. I want to see those pretty eyes when you come on my cock.”
When I pull back, her bright eyes lock with mine. The hand still in my hair slips to cup my cheek. “I love you.”
Heat flares within me. “I love you more.”
Felicity’s legs lock around me as her body goes tense. A cry that sounds almost like my name falls from her lips, making everything crash down around me. The clamping of her pussy around me, the way she pushes her body into mine, has me cursing as my own climax hits.
I keep the even pace until there’s nothing left, only the sound of our harsh breaths filling the air.
I lower myself onto my forearms to hover above her and brush hair from her face.
“I will give you everything you want and deserve,” I murmur, heart beating wildly.
“Whether it’s in my power or not, it will be yours. ”
Felicity blinks rapidly. “I just want you. Here. That’s all I need,” she whispers. “And I want Bradshaw gone.”
I smirk. “I can definitely make that happen. Don’t worry about that.” I drop a kiss to the corner of her mouth before pulling out. If there is one thing I can do, it’s make irritations go away.
And I will ensure Bradshaw is never a threat again.