It wasn't long, and they were standing in front of a black door made of heavy metal construction. That door was the most solid in the industry. No one was getting through that door, and a quick glance around told him the entire place was solid. This place, a supposed old warehouse, was actually built to withstand attack.
He opened the door and pulled Rhett inside, and quickly closed it. He led him into the living room and stopped. Damien then turned to look at Rhett with that same intensity as before. His face was sharp, and his gaze penetrating. He looked different, wild, and yet focused.
“You can see me now," Damien said and reached up to cup the side of Rhett's face in the palm of his large, rough hand. For a businessman, he had particularly rough hands, which Rhett had noticed at their first meeting. He did a lot more than just conduct meetings and shuffle paper. This man worked with his hands.
“I saw you when we first met," Rhett responded. “The attraction was immediate, and the more time we spend together, the clearer you have become. I can see you now." Rhettwas trying to explain, but feared he was not making himself understood.
"I understand you perfectly," Damien told him as if reading his mind. “Our connection is building, and the awareness is upon you, Rhett. Open your mind and let it in.” Damien slipped his hand behind Rhett’s neck and pulled him in for another deep, explorative kiss that he could feel right down to his toes.
When he pulled back and looked down into Rhett's face, his eyes had changed. No longer jet black, they now had a glow that burned red, and the connection he spoke of was tangible. "I feel you reaching for me with your soul," Rhett said, and wondered where he'd gotten that sense, but it was there; he could feel it in his mind and in his flesh.
Something deep, very deep, was happening here, and he should be concerned, but Damien’s eyes, his touch, and his words were calming, leading him slowly and fully. The kiss returned, but with a desperation this time, it was hard and searching rather than exploring. He was marking and claiming those words came to him, and they made perfect sense now.
Damien’s lips moved suddenly to Rhett’s ear. “You are mine, Rhett, you belong to me.” The words were mere breath, but the sound radiated to his very core.
"I am yours, Damien." He agreed without hesitation.
Rhett was opening to the awareness, and it was showing him this world. He was cautious but not afraid. The draw that was natural for a Fated bond was pulling him in and fading any resistance. He could see Damien; he could see the vampire beneath the surface, and yet he did not turn away or cower. Hemoved forward and reached for Damien. Rhett was a beautiful man, strong, competent, honest, and open.
He was vulnerable but not weak. He wanted Damien as much as Damien wanted him, and he made that clear. He was not a shrinking violet, and he took what Damien gave and demanded more. He was absolutely perfect.
"I'm going to claim you, Rhett, claim you as my beloved, a bond that is timeless." Damien wasn't sure if he comprehended everything he was saying, but his eagerness was evident, and that was enough for now. Things had gone extremely well so far, and he was aching to get inside this man again.
He led him quickly into the bedroom and over to the large bed. He saw him glance at the bed and then back at Damien. So eager and so ready, it was delicious. Damien stripped him; the heavy shirt was gone, the jeans and boots were tossed across the room, and within minutes, he stood there naked and utterly breathtaking. He enjoyed him earlier, and it was wonderful, but seeing him fully and completely was a treat he would savor forever.
Damien reached out and took his hard cock in hand. "Stay still, don't move." He said, and Rhett dropped his hands to his sides. He stepped up to stand in front of him eye to eye and began stroking base to tip over and over, sensitizing and invigorating, sending chills and excitement through his lover. Rhett gasped and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, and then opened them, looking so passionate, so expectant.
His hand held him firm and fast, and the strokes became rapid. Rhett’s heated flesh was sliding sensually through Damien’s fingers. He squeezed tighter, causing Rhett’s breath to come in short, struggling pants, and his flesh started to quiver. He was coming to the edge, but it wasn't yet time. Damiensqueezed harder, staving off the inevitable orgasm, and Rhett cried out.
“Not yet.” He said deeply and sharply. He pushed him backward, and it was then that Rhett seemed to remember he was standing at the edge of the bed. He fell backward, out of breath, and desperately reached for Damien. “Don’t move.” Damien’s tone was still deep and sharp but also filled with longing.
Rhett remained still, his beautiful body lying out before him, and Damien was so hard he was about to come just looking at his gorgeous beloved. He reached down and opened his pants, releasing his hard cock, taking it in his hand, and stroking it slowly. The hungry look on Rhett’s face was worth everything. “You want this?”
“Yes.” Rhett’s voice was hoarse with the need so clearly displayed.
“Touch me.” Damien stepped closer, positioning himself between Rhett's legs. Rhett reached out and held Damien's hard, leaking cock and locked his gaze on Damien. The air was thick with sex and want, both craving what the other could give. The touch was electric and sent shock waves through Damien. His beloved owned him body and soul.
The strokes became fast and frantic, sending Damien so close to finality, but he managed to pull back. Then he took Rhett’s hand in his and stilled it. The disappointment was palatable, and Damien couldn't help the smile that came forth at the look of frustration on his beloved's sweet, handsome face.
“How much do you want this?” The words were barely across his lips when Rhett rolled and got onto his knees on the edge of the bed, bending his face toward the bed and his ass inthe air on full display. The act was equal parts submissive and demanding.
“What a beautiful sight.” Damien bent and placed a kiss on the small of his back. Rhett gripped the bedspread in his fists and pressed his forehead into the bed.
Damien began massaging his opening, pressing and stretching. He was still stretched from before, but he wanted to make sure he was properly prepared. He pressed forcefully and lined up his eager cock. “You belong to me, Rhett."
"I belong to you, Damien." He repeated, and it struck a particularly possessive chord with Damien. The awakening was doing its part.
"All mine," Damien growled and plunged inside, burying himself to the base. "All mine." He repeated and did it again. He slammed inside, holding Rhett's hips to steady him and to increase the force of impact. Rhett moaned and moved his ass further back, wanting more of what Damien was giving.
Damien delivered a sharp slap to his ass, leaving a slight redness, and Rhett moaned again, so erotic and needy it was calling to Damien. Damien slapped the other side quickly and sharply, and again, Rhett moaned and asked for more. Damien pounded into him, filling him, stretching him. The tightness was dizzying. It was an embrace that held hot and tight. It was such a mind-numbing sensation. It sizzled through Damien’s system.
No one would ever compare to this man. This was his life, his center, his everything. Suddenly, Damien pulled out and stepped back, leaving Rhett crying for more. He then grabbed him effortlessly and flipped him onto his back. “I want to see you when I fuck you and claim you. I want to see the pleasure and satisfaction in your eyes.”
Damien was still completely dressed, so he quickly stripped to the waist. He needed skin on skin. He took hold of Rhett’s legs and pushed them up until his entrance was displayed in all its glory. "You are so beautiful." He mumbled to himself and, without further thought, thrust into that tight velvety embrace.
The sensations were out of this world, sending thrills and sparks up his spine and exploding in his brain. He hammered inside racing to completion while listening to his beloved cry out for more. This was the claim. It was coming on hard, and he felt it filling his heart and mind. He looked into Rhett's eyes, and he saw the awareness taking him.
Damien came in an explosive orgasm, hot and intense stream after stream, it filled his beloved scorching and branding as his own. He pulled Rhett up and pressed him to his chest and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of his throat. He'd taken a taste before, but only enough to start the bond, not enough to seal. This time, he went deep, drinking his fill, and felt the rejuvenation and energy surging through him.
