Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cadence
This was undoubtedly the most insane thing I’d ever done in my life.
I wheeled my carry-on suitcase down the long hotel hallway. My stomach was seconds away from ejecting the pretzels and energy bar I’d eaten on the plane.
Honestly, I wasn’t even sure what hotel I’d be staying in tonight, much less what hotel I was walking through now. I’d only provided the Uber driver the address Jade had given me. I’d been so anxious about coming here that I hadn’t stopped to ask questions.
I swallowed the bile that kept rising in the back of my throat, and my hand shook as I reached out and knocked on the door of room 314.
Once, twice, three times.
My heart raced as I waited.
I should have called.
Insecurity raced through me and I inhaled sharply as I heard the chain slip and the door crack open.
His handsome face turned from curiosity to surprise as he took me in.
“What are you doing here?” he whispered.
My body hummed, coming alive just from being near him. “I don’t know.”
He shook his head, gathering himself as he opened the door all the way and gestured for me to come in.
Instantly, I was transported to another world, into his space, surrounded by his possessions. Everything was cloaked in his scent. It gave off a sense of vulnerability. This was the side of him that he never showed to the world, his personal space was his sanctuary.
I settled on the edge of his bed, my nerves overtaking me again. I didn’t do this. I wasn’t this spontaneous. At least not anymore, anyway. But I couldn’t deny I felt invigorated.
“I’m not sure what I expected coming here.” My voice came out low and husky.
Damien appeared before me, a dark look in his eyes. I sucked in a breath as an icy shiver ran down my spine. It was a warning. He looked like he wanted to devour me.
“I think you do.” And he leaned down to press his lips to mine.
The moment they touched, that electric spark only Damien created in me spread through my body. I arched into him as he ran his hands into my hair, winding it around his fist to pull me into him. I opened my mouth, moaning when his tongue met my own.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he said against my lips, mirroring my thoughts.
Pushing me onto my back, we slowly moved toward the middle of the bed.
When his palm slid under the hem of my shirt, I shuddered. A searing heat traveled to every corner of my body.
He pulled at the clothes separating us, frantic to touch more of my bare skin. Stripping me out of my jeans and tossing my tee over his shoulder, as he left a trail of licks and kisses down my newly exposed body.
I’d been afraid of what it would be like to be intimate with someone new, to let them see each one of my insecurities. But that fear had vanished completely. Damien made me feel safe and I was desperate to have more of him. For him to touch every inch of me.
…To feel him inside me.
He slid his hand behind my back and unhooked the clasp on my bra. As he peeled the fabric off my skin, a tremor ran through me, causing my nipples to pucker in the cold air.
With hooded eyes, Damien looked up, his gaze filled with an insatiable need.
He smirked before lowering his head and pulling my nipple into his mouth.
I cried out from the sudden bliss, digging my nails into his skin.
He sucked and flicked his tongue against me before he bit down.
Just enough pain to give me pleasure before moving to my other breast.
I was panting and wanton when he began his skillful descent down my body once again.
“I need more,” he growled, the sound so incredibly sexy that it turned me on even more.
I wanted to give him everything he desired, to let our bodies use each other in our search for euphoria.
I squeezed my thighs underneath him, trying to find some relief from the mounting pressure in my core.
He nipped and licked his way down my body to the waistline of my thong. Looking at me as he ran his finger along the planes of my stomach, he whispered, “You’re absolutely stunning.”
I grabbed his hand and sat up, before I pushed him back.
Confusion and concern crossed his beautiful face. Not an ounce of anger flickered behind those eyes for stopping him.
I saw the outline of him through the cotton pants he wore. The fabric stretched over his rigid length. He was hard, just for me.
Most guys would be pissed if you stopped right when things were getting good. But not him. Damien cherished this as much as I did.
I bit my lower lip, watching him as I scooted toward to the mound of pillows at the head of the bed. I let my gaze trace his fully clothed body as he sat back on his heels before me. He was disheveled in the most sexy and alluring way.
The fact that I had this sweet, kind, talented, seductive man completely mesmerized was the most euphoric drug. And one I’d easily become addicted to if I wasn’t careful.
His eyes swirled with deep, dark desire, not their usual clear icy blue. He cocked his head, asking me if I was okay.
“Strip for me.”
He raised an eyebrow as a smile curved his lips. “What?”
“I want to see you strip.”
He shook his head as he chuckled, but he stood and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and removed it. I could finally see the entirety of the tattoos that covered him. Figures inked into the side of his neck and arm.
God, he was perfect. He was everything I ever wanted.
His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip and the stud that sat snug against his skin, the room growing heavy with anticipation. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants, my pulse pounded in my ears as I watched him slowly slide down that piece of clothing.
As he stood before me, with nothing to stop me from looking at every part of him, I burned with hunger for him.
His words echoed in my mind, “I prefer to go commando, sweetheart.”
My mouth fell open as I took him in. He deserved to be worshiped, and I was happy to comply.
I moved off the bed, dropping onto my knees before him. He inhaled sharply as my fingers found his cock, running them up and down his length before wrapping my hand firmly around it. A moan escaped his lips, his hips thrusting toward me as I tugged gently.
I looked up through my lashes, saw him watching as I moved my mouth closer.
The tip of his cock glistened begging me to taste it.
And I wanted to. More than anything. Desire roared inside me, and not just anything would sate my need. I moved my hands down as I ran my tongue across his slit, tasting his saltiness.
Damien pushed his hands into my hair as I licked down his cock and back up before putting my lips around him. The hiss that escaped him empowered me as I swirled my tongue against the tip and took him to the back of my throat.
The sound of his pleasure sent goosebumps down my skin.
I squeezed the base of him with my hands as I moved him in and out of my mouth.
He was huge and I couldn’t fit all of him in without feeling my eyes water.
“God, you look beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” Another moan escaped his lips. “That’s my good girl.”
His praise sent a new rush of heat to my core, and I squeezed my thighs together to release some of the pressure.
I felt beautiful.
Stripped down to nothing but my panties with my hands all over Damien’s body, my mouth all over him, I was embracing every part of me. All the versions of myself I’d tucked away for Elijah’s sake.
“I could come right now in that soft mouth of yours,” Damien purred.
Suddenly, he pulled out and tossed me down onto the edge of the bed.
He growled, going full caveman on me, as he ripped my thong off and dove between my legs.
I cried out as his tongue touched the most sensitive spot on my body.
Arching my back, I shoved my fingers into the soft strands of his hair.
I’d wanted to put my hands in his gorgeous locks since the day I’d met him. I just never imagined he’d be between my thighs when I finally got the chance.
I moaned as he flicked his tongue against my clit before pulling it into his mouth. I ground myself against him, wanting more—needing more. I’d never experienced such pleasure from a man going down on me, but Damien was a master, and I was quickly becoming delirious.
“Damien…” I begged, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice.
“Hm?” His lips vibrated against me as he answered.
“More. I need… Damien, oh my God.”
I rose higher and higher, climbing up the hill. When I felt his fingers touch my entrance and push inside me, I found the summit and quickly cascaded over the edge, crying out his name as I climaxed.
Coming down from my high, I looked down between my legs, catching the look of satisfaction in his eyes, knowing he had made me come apart with his mouth.
Not wasting any more time, he crawled up my body. His cock pressed against my clit, and despite the feast we’d just had, I was still hungry.
He rolled his hips, and I saw stars. I pulled his lips to mine, tasting myself on him. I pushed my hips up, wanting to feel every inch of him fill me. I needed it.
I ran my hands up his back, digging my nails into his skin.
Marking my territory.
“Get inside me.”
He bit my neck, and I was seconds away from begging.
“Damien…”
We both cried out as he slammed into me, my body taking in all of him.
“God damn,” he groaned in my ear.
I barely heard it.
The roar in my ears from my own ecstasy was the only sound I registered. The toe-curling friction from his cock, smooth and bare, was the only thing I could focus on.
He wrapped his arm around my leg, and I shifted my hips so I could take more of him as he began to pound into me.
“Holy fuck.” I moaned, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Completely ravenous, he took all he wanted from me, and my body began to climb once more.
When Damien pulled his cock out of me, a murderous rage rose within me. Grabbing my hip, he turned me over, and I realized it wouldn’t be long until I was full of him once again.
“Hurry,” I begged.