Chapter 6
Six
Gianna
The sexual tension in Daemon’s truck the entire drive to his house was so potent that I could barely breathe. Walking into his house, we don’t even make it past the entryway before he’s pulling me to him.
Daemon's mouth is on mine as the door closes behind us, the click of the lock echoing in the silence.
His hands slide under my dress, gripping my ass and lifting me like I weigh nothing.
A second later, my back hits the wall and I gasp against his lips.
My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, needing him as close to me as possible.
“Fuck,” he growls into the kiss. The single word dripping with desire. “I've been thinking about this for months.”
“No more thinking,” I breathe, tugging at his shirt. “I’ve wanted you this entire time, so do something about it.”
He supports my weight by pressing my hips harder into the wall with his own as he pulls back just enough to yank his shirt over his head. I get my first real look at all of him in proper lighting since that night in the cabin.
His body is insane. I reach for him, feeling all his hard muscles and broad shoulders. A few scars pepper across his chest and abs. There's a tattoo on the left side of his ribs of script, but I can’t read it clearly from here.
As I move my fingers over his skin, I feel the way his muscles flex under my touch. He’s just as affected by me. Every time he touched me tonight, my skin heated in the wake of his hands.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, and there's that hint of amusement in his voice. His eyes don’t share the same laughter. They are dark and full of all his desire for me, and I find them intoxicating.
“You already know that I do.” Leaning forward, I bite his shoulder just hard enough to make him hiss. “Are you going to take my dress off, or am I going to have to rip it off myself?”
A dark chuckle leaves him at my teasing, but then, he is carrying me further into the house.
We pass a lavish kitchen with dark accents and stainless steel appliances.
He walks us into a living room with floor to ceiling windows and an electric fireplace that brings back memories of our first night together.
He sets me down on the plush rug in front of it before he walks away from me. Before I have time to protest his retreat, I watch him turn on the fireplace, and the room fills with its soft light as it comes to life.
As the warmth fills the room, I relax into the rug beneath me, taking in the soft feel of it. Then, he’s hovering over me, eyes scouring every inch of my body.
With my dress around my hips from the way he carried me through the house, he easily lifts my back from the floor to pull my dress over my head. Now, I'm left in just my black lace thong, bare to him. The way he looks at me makes my entire body flush with heat.
“Fuck, Gianna…” The admiration in his voice has a blush creeping into my cheeks. “You're perfect.”
“I’m only perfect for you,” I say, grinning up at him. “Take off your pants and boxers. I want to see the rest of you.”
He huffs a laugh, but he's already unbuckling his belt. I watch him in fascination as he shoves his jeans and boxer briefs down in one smooth motion.
Then, he’s naked before me, and I suck in a hitched breath at the sight of his dick.
I almost forgot how long and thick it is.
Pressing my thighs together to relieve the growing ache in my core, I lick my lips at the sight of the bead forming on the head of his cock.
The need to have him in my mouth making me lean closer to his erection.
“Sweetheart, do you want to taste me?” he asks, his words echoing my unspoken thoughts.
I hum and nod my head. “Get down here, and I’ll show you exactly what I want.
He drops to his knees, one on either side of my thighs. Reaching up, I wrap my hand around his length, loving how velvet soft the skin feels against my palm. An approving hum rumbles low in his chest, spurring me on.
Moving forward, my tongue slips past my parted lips, lapping up the salty drop of his arousal. I moan at the taste of him. My eyes meet his as I take the entire fat tip into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it.
Daemon’s hand moves to my hair, slowly guiding his dick in and out of my mouth. His movements aren’t forceful, but it’s enough to tell me how much he wants what I’m doing to him. I watch as his chest heaves with each exaggerated breath.
A groan passes his parted lips as I move faster, taking him further into my mouth and down my throat. I fight against the need to gag around him as he hits deeper, my eyes watering more and more as I fight against the reflex.
Suddenly, Daemon pulls me off his cock, a trail of saliva shining in the dim light between us. “You have to stop, baby,” he rasps through labored breaths.
“Did you not like what I was doing?” I tease, smiling up at him innocently.
“You know it’s the opposite,” he laughs, catching his breath. His hand moves from my hair to cup my cheek, and I lean into his touch. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone. I don’t want this to end just yet.”
Scanning his face, I see the truth there before I ask my next question. “How long has it been?”
Daemon leans down until his face is in front of mine, eyes darting around my face to read my reaction. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
I swallow hard at his confession. Offering him a soft smile, I confess, “I haven’t been with anyone since New Year’s.”
A second later, his lips are on mine, devouring my mouth. He’s pouring every ounce of his feelings into this kiss. It’s a confession, a plea, a declaration all wrapped up in the best kiss of my life.
As I reach for his jaw, he pulls back with a cocky smirk on his stupidly handsome face. He moves back, and his fingers hook into the sides of my thong, dragging it down slowly. The entire time, his eyes remain locked on mine..
“I'm going to taste this pussy and make you come on my tongue first,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “Then, I'm going to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine.”
“That’s a big promise,” I manage to say even though my voice is shaky.
“I don't make promises I can't keep.” He tosses a wink my way as he parts my thighs and lowers himself to my center. “I thought I made that clear on New Year’s. Let me remind you.”
Before I can come up with a sassy response, he circles his tongue around my clit.
I cry out, my hands flying to his hair, holding him to me.
I need to hold onto something at the way his tongue glides through my center, before putting just the right amount of pressure on my clit again.
There is nothing gentle about the way his tongue moves.
He's devouring me as he grips my thighs hard enough to leave marks, holding me open for him.
“Daemon,” I gasp, my hips bucking against his face. “Oh fuck. Just like that.”
He hums against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my entire body. His tongue flicks over my clit again and again. Then, he's sliding two fingers inside me, curling them, and hitting that spot that makes me see stars.
“That's it,” he growls against me. “Come for me, Gianna. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
I'm already right there, wound so tight I can barely breathe. His fingers pump into me, his tongue works my clit, like he needs my release as much as I do.
Without warning, I cry out his name as the orgasm rips through me in waves.
My thighs close on instinct, trapping him between my legs, but he doesn't stop. He keeps up his assault on my clit, and draws out every ounce of my pleasure. I shake and writhe against his mouth until I can’t take it anymore.
I’m too sensitive. I pull at his hair, ripping his mouth away from my pussy.
“I can’t,” I pant, body still shaking and chest rising and falling quickly. “Fuck.”
He pulls back with a wicked grin on his face. His lips and chin are glistening with my release, and there is a look on his face of pure satisfaction at what he just did to my body.
“I could stay between your thighs all night,” he says, licking his lips like he needs more. “I almost forgot how fucking sweet you taste, Chaos.”
A moment later, he’s climbing up my body, sealing his lips to mine. I taste my orgasm on his tongue, and we moan in unison.
Desperate for more of him, I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock. He groans into my mouth.
“Condom,” he sighs, attempting to pull away from me. “I’ll be right back.”
“I'm on birth control,” I rush out, continuing the languid strokes on his cock. “I'm clean. I got tested after New Year’s, and I haven’t been with anyone other than you.”
“I’m clean too.” His voice is strained. “But Gianna, I don’t know if we should…”
“I want to feel you,” I say, looking him straight in the eye. “I want to feel all of you, no barriers between us. I only want you.”
He stares at me for a long moment, and I can see the war happening behind his eyes. There is a responsible part of him fighting with the part that wants this just as badly as I do.
I see the moment a side wins. There’s a hunger in his eyes mixed with a possessiveness I’ve never seen before.
This isn’t just another hookup for us. We both want this to be more. He’s been thinking about me all this time too.
“This means you’re mine,” he growls between us before pushing me back onto the rug. He settles between my thighs like he’s meant to be there. I can’t tear my eyes away as he lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
His free hand cups my face, forcing my eyes to meet his as he pushes inside in one slow, deep thrust.
I arch off the floor on a loud cry. My nails are digging into his shoulders, needing to hold onto him. He's stretching me, filling me completely. It's almost too much, but it's also exactly what I need.
“Fuck, you feel…” he grits out, his forehead pressed against mine. “You feel incredible, like you were made for me.”