Chapter 24 #2
“Look at your cunt, Sienna.” Damon groans, gripping my chin as he angles my head up. I lock onto my reflection as his other hand slides down my stomach, over my mound, and then his fingers form a V as he splits my slit open, revealing the glistening wetness in the folds.
“It’s a beautiful sopping wet mess just for me. I want that pussy squirting all over my tongue.”
Oh. My. God.
Damon's gaze on my exposed core sends an inferno racing through my body as my skin pinkens with desire.
He releases me and then moves to the end of the bed, leaning forward so that his face is now mere inches from my center. His warm breath ghosts across the moist flesh, and his hands grip my inner thighs, keeping me in place.
The first lick is long and languid, starting a little too close to my other hole before he drags it upwards, through my folds, and over my clit.
“Damon,” I moan, fighting against his grip as he keeps me firmly in one position.
“You taste like a place I don’t belong in, rainbow. Fucking heaven.”
He is looking at my pussy like it is a miracle.
As if it holds the key to his salvation.
He dives right in, searching for it with the precision of amissile, striking at all the places and spots that drive me closer to an edge I want to jump from.
A peak that is closer and closer with every delve of his tongue into my thoroughly lubricated hole.
When he removes his tongue and replaces it with two thick fingers before latching onto my clit, I scream out, the ferocious shove off the cliff, hurtling me into an orgasm I wasn’t quite expecting.
I thrash against him as he draws the pleasure out, not relenting until I am spent and crying out.
“This is just the beginning.” His warning pierces the static in my ears as I come down from my high, jolted fully back when I feel a smooth, hard object dragged through my center.
Damon makes sure it is slick with my juices before he brings it to my lips.
While it is not as big as him, it is still quite large.
“Taste how delicious you are, rainbow.” The thought of what I am about to do is confusing. This turns me on. Is that bad?
Damon tsks, shaking his head slowly. “I told you. No intruders allowed. That includes doubt.”
My eyes dip to the dildo before meeting his, and then slowly, I open my mouth wider, the smile splitting his face worth it.
“Fuck, Sienna, you are so perfect for me.”
He dips the purple item in, and I close my lips around it before swirling my tongue over the smooth surface. His eyes blaze with desire as he watches my reaction to tasting my own come. The silky, slightly salty taste is not what I expect, and my eyes flare in surprise.
“Do you see how exquisite your cream tastes, Sienna.” He licks his bottom lip as he removes the dildo, dragging it down my chin, between the valley of my breasts, swirling a circle over one of the moonflowers on my lower stomach before rubbing it over my nub and through my folds.
His movements are precise, stroking and teasing the object through my folds and up over my clit several times before he finally inserts the bulbous head. The stretch is torturously delicious, and I thrust my hips forward, trying to get more.
“Such a greedy little cunt. Let's hope it takes mine as eagerly.” I don’t have a chance to respond as he thrusts the delicious intruder all the way in, the pressure as it hits my cervix, making my toes curl.
“If you like that, mine will feel even better,” he growls, setting a pace with the toy that is both frustrating and pleasurable, slow and steady.
“More, Damon. Please ,” I beg, I whine, when the sensation of another orgasm building coils in the base of my stomach.
“Anything for you, rainbow.” He starts thrusting harder and faster, his thumb joining the party as he strokes my hard little nub like an expert, the symphony being created with all these sensations building and colliding.
Damon is the conductor of this orchestra of pleasure, edging me closer and then pulling me back, over and over again, until I am so tightly coiled I am mumbling incoherencies.
My head is thrashing around, and my body fights against its bindings as I struggle for a release that is just out of my grasp.
“Can you feel that,rainbow, the edge of delirium? That is how you make me feel. Crazy. ”
I nod my head, begging him to end this delicious torture, which he finally does with three fast and deep thrusts and one circular swipe of his thumb, unraveling me as a scream tears free from my chest. Damon removes the toy as a jet of fluid shoots out my body, landing into his open, waiting mouth.
He drinks greedily, licking his lips when my body eventually gives all it can.
“Good girl,” he mumbles against my sensitive core as he laps me up, almost sending me into another orgasm.
He actually did it. I’ve never squirted before.
But then again, my body has not been strummed by an expert like this before, either.
There is no denying that Damon knows my body in a way that no one, no matter how long I was with them, would ever know.
It is his obsession with me that makes him like this.
And I adore it. It's so hot and so damn beautiful how crazy he is about me.
It makes me feel so utterly special, so unique, in a way I have never felt.
Seen.
Damon doesn’t just see me, he breathes me, he tastes me, he infiltrates my mind until I even see me the way he does. Just like now, as I look in the mirror at the woman I barely recognize staring back at me.
She is gorgeous, happy, satisfied, and free.
“You see her now. It’s time you two were introduced. This is the real Sienna. The one I have always seen.”
He unties my hands and arms, rubbing the places where the skin has been chaffed.
I am so limp from the orgasms he has given me that when he puts his arm around my back and lifts me, I let him.
“Sip.” He brings a glass of water to my lips, and I do as I am told, not realizing how thirsty I am until the liquid hits my tongue.
He places the glass on the table and then stands up, his eyes on me as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. Oh my god. The lethargy I was feeling melts away as excitement replaces it. I have only seen Damon naked once inthe dingy shower at Alessandro's fighting club.
Something catches my eye. Color amongst the black. Color I recognize as my tattoo sports similar shades. I scoot forward as the material parts, revealing his chest.
My breath hitches as my gaze shoots up from the spot on his chest to his nearly black eyes. A possessive look in their depths confirms why and how he has done what he has done. Splashed in rainbow colors and with moonflowers bordering the letters is my nameover his heart.
I blink several times, trying to register what I see. Damon has my name tattooed on his body in a place that sits over an organ that feeds his body. It's not coincidental. With Damon, nothing is.
Slowly, I get off the bed and close the small distance between us.
I reach out, my finger tracing the letters as his muscles clench at the contact.
“You have my name on your body, Damon.”
I state the obvious, my gaze meeting with his very intense one.
“Yes.” Simple.
It’s madness. But I’m not even surprised. This is what this man does. This is what crazy looks like, and damn if it isn’t the most attractive thing I have ever seen.
“You love me.”
“Yes.”
“I love you, Damon.”
“I know.” I smile and then place my hands on his chest fully, reveling in the feel of his muscles under my palms.
“You and I are inevitable, Sienna.”
I realize this is a proposal when he takes my left hand, and then I feel something cool touch my finger.
A ring .
On a finger that once had a ring and never thought it would have one again. Its weightis more than justhow impressive it is. It is the commitment attached to it.
It’s not even a proposal. This is a claiming. Damon is not looking for a yes or no from me because there is no option but one. I will marry him. He has told me as much with his words tonight how he feels about me, and the forever he speaks of sees this as a foregone conclusion.
I hold my hand up, two different colored diamonds exactly reflecting the duality of Damon and me. A black diamond alongside a crystal clear one, fitting my finger perfectly, of course.
“Light and dark,” I whisper before meeting his gaze again.
“Always. Since the beginning, rainbow.”
He holds my jeweled finger up to his lips, kissing it.
“Now. Let's see if my cock fits that tight pussy as beautifully.”
Feeling crackles between us, my naked form sparking this close to his half-naked one.
I hook my index finger into his belt, pulling the excess bit free from the loop before tugging on it. The little metal clasp pops free from its hole, and then slowly, I drag it out of all its loops before dropping it on the floor.
The excitement of what is to come makes me giddy, and my throat dries up.
All excess moisture heads south, practically dripping down my inner thigh.
Everything about this moment is erotic. Our breathing, my little pants, and his deep and steady are the only sounds in this almost insulated moment.
The whole world could burn down, and we would be untouched.
Unaffected as if time herself would want to be a voyeur to what will happen.
The button on his black suit pants easily slips through the hole, as if even it was aiding the passage of this event.
My fingers are steady as I pull on his zip, the opening revealing black briefs that come into full view as I let go of the little metal zip once I have pulled it all the way down.
He steps out of them and uses his foot to flick them out of the way.