Chapter 36
My whole body felt tense, I was irritated and yearned after Gwendolyn more than ever.
She promised to be quick, but it had been six hours already.
I couldn’t even remember if we had been separated from each other for so long, at least not since we’d bonded.
Even when she was with Malakai or Xavier, I was still in her head most of the time.
But as soon as she entered the central goblin market it was barely possible to keep up with our connection due to the magic of the goblins.
I hated it, the feeling of her skin on mine burned deep in me, I couldn’t think about anything else right now.
This was one of the worst side effects the power had on me, it made me open to too many emotions and because of being bonded to her, my instincts and emotions intensified.
Sometimes they were unbearable. The moment she had come to my bedroom telling me she was afraid of dying, it left me shattered and overwhelmed.
I was already thinking about losing her, how the moments of laughter, the world of vibrant colors would be gone.
Simply imagining it was suffocating my heart and soul as the sound of her voice, the touch of her skin, the gaze of her eyes, the beauty of her soul, everything would haunt me to the point that I would need to end my life.
Amidst the darkness that I carried inside myself, the burden I was for my kingdom, it all seemed to disappear into the background whenever she was there.
She was this tiny golden sunshine, a glimmer of hope, the ember in the ashes, that would let me forget all these things.
Gwendolyn was the solace to my soul, the reason why my nightmares turned into beautiful dreams and the scars that lingered behind my inner child began to heal.
“Damien.” I heard my baby’s voice behind me, she was back.
I smiled and turned around. There she was, standing in her black dress and purple cape.
She looked like some figure from a fairytale, and I didn’t care that I seemed to be hungry like a werewolf for her.
I was going to make this night ours now.
I enveloped her in my arms, her sweet alluring scent relaxing me. I gripped her chin and pushed my tongue into her mouth.
“I guess you missed me,” she responded, stroking her fingers over my back.
“Missing is an understatement. I want you naked, love. Now.”
“Don’t you even want to ask if we have found the Faerie Water?”
“I know you did… without it, Xavier wouldn’t have smiled when he came back, and Sparrow had no reason to go meet up with Seth… Now, strip naked.”
Her face reddened, and it was such a lovely thing that my desire for her still made her so shy, I guess she was never used to this kind of love.
Even more so I will worship her. She took off her cape and put it on the chair, then started unbuttoning her dress, sliding it off to reveal an almost transparent bra that allowed me to see her rosy nipples.
Fuck. As much as I loved her show, I needed her so badly.
I curled my hand into her hair and then I arched her back against the dresser, trailing kisses along her neck and then her breasts. I greedily unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, taking each of her perfect nipples into my mouth, circling my tongue around them.
“Lift your hips a little, my love,” I demanded.
“Why?”
“Do it.” I couldn’t wait anymore; I needed to claim and fuck her.
As soon as she lifted her hips, almost shyly, my fingers slid beneath the edge of her lace panties, and in one slow, fluid motion, I pulled them down her thighs and off her legs.
I gripped her ass, both hands firm and possessive, lifting her just enough to tilt her hips perfectly toward me.
Her legs parted on instinct, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I settled between them.
And then my mouth found her sweet flesh.
The taste of her was warm and intoxicating, it hit me like a drug I’d been craving for too long.
I devoured her slowly at first, like I had all the time in the world to explore every inch of her.
But the moment she moaned, low and breathless, I gave in.
I sucked and licked with growing hunger, my grip on her tightening as if I could pull her closer, deeper, and make her a part of me.
She was trembling now, her finger tangling in my hair, her legs trembling against my shoulders. And I wanted more. I wanted all of her.
“Do you want to try something out with me?” I asked, and her eyes widened with surprise and confusion, but I knew she didn’t fear me.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice still muffled because of the orgasm she just had.
I grinned and stood up to get ice cubes from the freezer.
“What do you plan to do with them?” she asked, bewildered.
Instead of giving her a response, I wanted to let her feel what I had in mind with them, letting the ice cubes graze over her beautiful skin.
Her body shuddered, she was always so sensitive to my touch, and I fucking loved it.
I let one of the ice cubes stroke against her nipples which hardened immediately.
Another one I put in my mouth letting it soak for a while until I gave it to her through a kiss.
“I’m going to ruin you.”
Her beautiful brown eyes were staring down at me with electric fire, but also a little bit of worry as she wasn’t sure what else I had in mind with the ice cubes. I began trailing them up her inner legs, and her body straightened. As soon as I shoved one ice cube in her pussy, her body flinched.
“Damien,” she screamed.
“Relax, it’s melting after a while anyway,” I replied, pressing a kiss against her knee. She bit her lip a little, and I fought the urge to fuck them with my cock. I needed to relax, there was so much time to invade these sweet lips and use them.
I took one of the other ice cubes and traced one of them around her tight back hole.
“Damien,” she warned.
“What?” I asked grinning and then I shoved it in, her body arched again.
“It feels weird.” I reached over to the nightstand, and she looked confused at what I was doing. I smirked and pressed my lips against hers.
“What are you doing?”
“Always these questions, darling. It’s time to close your pretty lips if you don’t plan to use them to wrap around my cock.” And then I took some honey, dripping it down her marvelous boobs starting to trail the same traces down with my tongue.
“Oh my god,” she moaned loudly and tangled her hands in my hair.
Yes, she definitely liked it. It was so messy what I was doing to her, but I couldn’t stop.
And then the honey dripped down her pussy, and I devoured every inch of it.
She cried out and her legs started shaking, she was close, so close.
“Give me the honey Damien.” Confusion ensued; in some seconds she had grabbed it out of my hand. With the anger written on her face I had expected her to throw it against my head but instead she let it drop down my cock which was already hard and ready for her.
“Here you are,” she responded, laughing. What a little tease my goddess was, with one swish I slammed my cock inside her, the honey texture spreading around her little pussy. I would need to clean it afterward. However, it was only another excuse to touch her.
“Fuck it like the gorgeous, perfect girl you are,” I said as she rode my cock, hooking her legs around my waist to get her deeper inside her. My lips captured hers.
Suddenly a knock at the door interrupted our heavy sex.
“Damn it,” I swore.
“Who is there?”
Instead of a response, the door flashed open, and Xavier was standing there.
“God Damien, spare me your naked sight,” he said, covering his eyes with the hairbands in his hair.
I quickly adjusted a towel around myself.
Why couldn’t he wait to come in? He just had spent over six hours with her alone, this man should learn to share a mate.
His gaze wandered to the goddess on the dresser who was blushing so hard that her cheeks were a deep red.
“Are you fine?” he asked and touched her skin, obviously noticing the sticky texture. “Is this honey?” Xavier’s gaze immediately drifted to mine like I was the villain in his story.
“Don’t act like you only have vanilla sex with her. Now fucking tell me what you want,” I said.
“I wanted to gift her a dress I told my brother to buy for her at the goblin market,” Xavier said and gestured to the satin garment bag.
“Oh, Xavier,” she said, stepping down the dresser and walking toward him. Her beautiful ass was on full display for me.
“Thank you,” she said and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. Lips that had been captured by mine before Xavier ruined my moment.
“I can’t wait to see you in this, my love.” Xavier’s voice was low, his fingers trailing over her rear giving it a light slap, then he licked his fingers clean of the honey residue from her skin.
A feeling of jealousy ignited, my inner dragon wanted and needed to claim her as mine.
“Maybe I should put it on,” she said blushing. I enveloped her into my arms, pressing kisses along her hairline.
“Yes, but we should wash the honey residue from your skin.” I pressed a kiss against her shoulder, cradling her against my chest.
I filled up the bathtub with water and started to gently wash her beautiful body with a loofah.
“I love you,” she whispered and leaned her head against my chest, closing her eyes. She was very worn out. Not just from me fucking her, but also the entire day at the goblin market seemed to have drained her.
“I should clean you too,” she stated after a while and grabbed the sponge, trailing it down my chest. Her eyes were locked to my skin; mine never left her face.
I was already getting hard again, when she moved her hands lower, stroking my pelvis.
My entire body arched, as the sponge stroked my cock.
“I need to do it myself baby, otherwise we will never make it to dinner,” I warned her and took the sponge out of her hand.
“Really?”
It was like she was trying to torture me in a very sweet way.
“Yes, I can hardly think straight when I’m with you. Are you sure you are not a siren?”
“I’m pretty sure, I’m not. But I certainly worship you like one.
” I sensed jealousy in her words, an emotion I never intended her to feel.
I couldn’t blame her, the experiences with the sirens weren’t the best, she was either almost drowned by them or made drunk on faerie wine.
The only siren she had made friends with was Sparrow, and he was connected to Xavier and therefore made it much easier for her to trust him.
“I couldn’t care less that they only want me because of my powers, you are the only one important to me. There will never be anyone else but you,” I said and pressed a soft kiss on her hairline. Her cheeks blushed and she grazed her finger along my face.
“Before you all came into my life, I never believed I could feel freedom. I feel like through sex with you I’m able to let go fully, I can lose control, because I feel safe. And do weird sex stuff,” she jokingly added. I grinned, capturing her lips softly.
“No complaints, then?”
“No, because I know I can trust you,” Gwendolyn stated, like the trust she had in me was unconditional.
“Your trust, baby? I don’t take it for granted, never will.
You gave me this gift and I’m going to cherish it forever.
” As soon as the words had left my lips, a feeling of vulnerability spread out.
I quickly embraced her in my arms, feeling her skin against mine, her fucking sweet scent bewitching me. God, I loved that woman.
“I’m really curious about the dress…” she said with a mischievous smile, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before rising from the bath.
The water trailed down her gorgeous body, and I could barely hold myself together.
She dried herself off, while I remained in the bathtub, just watching her as she slipped into a delicate white lacey material.
She unzipped the garment bag and pulled out a flowing white dress, shimmering silver-lilac. The color, the cut, it all had a siren touch to it. Sparrow’s influence.
“Oh, it’s so beautiful.” The way she was smiling was warming my insides, especially one specific place.
The moment Gwendolyn slipped the dress over her shoulders, I forgot how to breathe. The silky fabric draped perfectly around her angelic curves, making her resemble floating moonlight. She looked like a faerie queen… more beautiful than any person I’d ever seen.
I loved her with every fiber of my soul.
And I was so thankful that she had chosen me, offered me her heart, her body and her soul.
I wasn’t sure I’d still be alive today if it wasn’t for her.
If I would have found my brother and faced my fears.
This woman had been healing me in every single way, and she reminded me every single day how deeply I mattered.
This woman had given me so much, and I needed to show her every single day what she meant to me so that she couldn’t forget.