Chapter 6 #2
“I was,” I pant, each breath almost a gasp.
“Say you’re mine,” he demands, voice like fucking gravel.
“I’m yours. I’ve been yours for months,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around his waist, taking him even deeper before I begin to beg. “Please. I need you to move, Daemon.”
He pulls back and thrusts in again, harder this time. A moan is ripped from me. The rhythm he sets is deep and relentless, driven by our desire. His hips snap against mine over and over again. The sound of skin on skin filling the room, mixing with our ragged breathing.
“You're so fucking tight,” he groans, one hand sliding up to cup my breast. His thumb brushes over my nipple roughly. “You are so perfect. You take my cock so well.”
“I need more,” I beg, clawing at his back.
Daemon leans in, but he doesn’t kiss me. He rubs his nose against mine, a teasing smile on his lips. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. Anything.”
“I need you to ruin me,” I gasp. “I can take it. Give me everything.”
Something shifts in his expression. Something primal and possessive takes over his handsome face. I smile as he hooks one of his arms under my knee before driving into me even deeper.
I throw my head back and scream. He fucks me harder, faster. The fireplace casts shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw, and the intensity in his dark eyes.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, voice rougher than before. “Is this what you've been thinking about for months? Have you needed this as much as I have?”
“Yes,” I cry out. Warmth blooms low in my belly, and a sheen of sweat breaks out across my skin. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“I already promised not to stop until all you remember is me.” He moves his hips, shifting the angle slightly and hits that perfect spot inside me. I cry out, my whole body tensing beneath his.
“Right there,” I mewl. “Fuck, right there, Daemon.”
He drives into me again and again, hitting that spot every time. I can feel my orgasm building, more intense than the first, threatening to tear me apart.
“Come on my cock,” he commands, his hand sliding between us to rub my clit. “Let me feel you come apart around me. Give it to me.”
The combination of his cock filling me and his fingers on my clit is too much. I shatter again, crying out his name as though it’s the only thing that matters. My pussy clenches around him so hard I see literal stars.
“Fuck, Gianna,” he groans, dropping my leg so he can wrap his arms around me. Holding me close, he comes. His hips stutter as he fills me with hot cum with his face buried in my neck.
We stay like that for a long time, both of us breathing hard. Our bodies slick with sweat, but neither of us try to pull away. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the erratic beat of my own.
Finally, he lifts his head to look at me. When his eyes meet mine, there's something soft in his expression that wasn't there before.
“You're going to be the death of me,” he says quietly.
I grin up at him, trying to play off the intensity of this moment with humor. “That sounds like a pretty incredible way to go.”
He huffs a laugh, making his cock jump inside me, and I hiss at the sensation. Carefully, he pulls out of me, rolling onto his back beside me. I immediately miss the weight of him and his warmth.
As though he heard my thoughts, he reaches out for me, pulling me to his body. I settle into his side, my head on his chest, tangling my legs with his.
“Give me five minutes to recover,” he mutters, throwing his other arm over his eyes. “Then, I'm taking you to my bed so we can do that all over again.”
“You need five whole minutes?” I tease. “Does the old man need a break?”
Without looking at me, the arm wrapped around me moves, quickly slapping my ass. “Keep talking and I'll show you exactly how much stamina this old man has. I’m a professional athlete, baby.”
I laugh and massage my sore butt, but I don't push it. Instead, I just curl into his side, staring up at the man I’ve been missing for months.
After a few minutes, I hear his breathing even out, and I know he’s asleep.
I shift slightly so I can get a better look at him. While asleep, he looks younger somehow. Less guarded. The lines around his eyes have smoothed out, and his mouth is relaxed.
He is so fucking beautiful.
Honestly, I still don’t understand what a professional athlete wants from me. That’s how I felt the morning I woke up and realized that he’d left me in the cabin. It hurts, but a lot of the hockey players are known for their random hookups.
Since I started following the league on social media, I’ve seen more scandals involving players than I thought possible. Just the other day, one of the Boston Bears found out that he has a baby girl he didn’t know about.
The world they live in is so foreign to me, even though I’ve known Maxton for years. Maybe this is what they do. Maybe Maxton is the anomaly, and the others don’t want to commit to a partner.
Is Daemon the same as the rest of his teammates? Does he just want to fuck around with random women? Is that what I am to him? Just a random hookup to pass the time with?
Slowly, I lean up and place a soft kiss on Daemon’s cheek. He doesn’t move at the touch, so I carefully untangle myself from him and sneak away from the sleeping man.