Our lips moved against each other as I straddled him. The way he crushed my body against his cock was as if I was the only thing that was keeping him bound to the earth beneath us. I felt the taught lines of his body beneath my hands as I ran my fingers down his chest.
“Gods, Eva, I need to feel you,” he murmured against my lips. “I want to bury my cock so deep inside of you, you come undone completely. I want to absolutely shatter you.” Our breathing became ragged and as he said those words, a soft moan escaped my lips and it only egged him on further.
He gripped my ass as he lifted me, kissing along my neck and jaw as he made his way to my bed. I let out a small scream that became a laugh as he dropped me unexpectedly onto the sheets. Before I said anything, he captured my mouth back in a kiss and nipped my bottom lip, dragging it out. Gods, this man was driving me wild. The sex between us had always been mind-blowing, and while I had little experience to draw on, I didn’t know how it could get much better than this.
My hands tugged at his shirt, eager to see his body. He ripped it from my grip and threw it on the ground. I admired his body, noting the way every muscle flexed as he grabbed my waist. “Turn over for me, Eva.” The flickering light from the candles drew me to him like a moth to the flame. I was hypnotized and under his command.
Without hesitation, I stood up and turned around as he planted a sweet kiss in the crook of my neck. I leaned into his body, forming mine to fit his. His hands roamed and found my breasts, grazing them through my gown. “You might get more of a reaction from me if this gown wasn’t in the way.”
He growled in response and his hands skillfully made their way to the small buttons of my gown at my lower back. I felt them snap and give way as he ripped them apart. The heat from his body left me as he stepped back.
Slowly, I turned around to face him once more, slipping the gown from my shoulders as I met his gaze, letting the dress pool around my feet. My lace stockings were the only clothing remaining on my body. The temptation was stifling. Time seemed to move in slow motion for those few seconds we stared at each other. He looked like a god, created by the moonlight.
I ran my hands over my skin, palming my breasts in response to my body’s exposure to the chilled night air. My mouth forming a perfect O as I tugged tenderly on my pebbled peaks. It was the only invitation that he needed as he ran into me, gripping my ass in his hands. The taste of sweet wine still danced on his lips; it was intoxicating.
Our tongues danced together, and he pulled away, only to kiss his way down my neck to my shoulders and breasts. He leaned forward and took my right nipple into his mouth, biting gently at first, eliciting a moan from my lips as I tangled my fingers into his hair.
He switched to my left nipple and bit harder this time.Gods, he knew exactly how to fucking touch me, but I was done playing around. I gripped his hair, pulling his head away, “Stop teasing me, Damien.”
This was just the beginning, and I fucking loved it. He pushed me onto the bed and my legs spread instinctively for him. I dragged my hands along my body, teasing him as I touched my breasts once more. His hands hooked around my stockings as he dragged them off, kissing the skin he exposed as he went. I heard the light thud they made as he threw them across the room.
“Spread your legs again for me, baby. I want to see all of you,” he whispered into my ear.
I took my time, moving one leg and then the other. He loved it when I teased him like this. He dove between my legs, his tongue sweeping over my swollen clit. My head fell against the silken sheets in complete ecstasy. There was no control over the sound he drew out of my mouth as he ravaged my pussy.
“You taste so sweet; I could eat you for days and still not be satisfied.” My core tightened in response to his words. He explored my body like he never had before, lapping at my clit again before he abruptly dipped two fingers inside of me. I came undone at the added sensation as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me. My body writhed under his touch, and I needed more, needed to feel him deep inside of me.
I pulled his mouth up to mine and tasted myself on his tongue, my fingers clawing at his pants to tear them off, but I couldn’t quite get the laces. He only laughed and grabbed my hands to pull them away. Maybe he was going to tell me no, that I didn’t get to have him when I could barely think straight after what he’d just done.
It was an irrational fear of mine, opening up to someone only to have them slam it back in my face. Given the way we had been out of sorts, maybe it wasn’t irrational at all. Maybe he brought me this far to make a fool out of me.
“So greedy, aren’t you?” He growled, taking over and kicking his pants off, freeing himself. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and waiting.
“I need you, Damien,” my voice cracked under the sexual frustration I felt coursing through my body. He pressed his hand against my breasts as he forced me to lie flat on the bed. His cock nudged at my entrance, and I sucked in a breath as he pushed the tip in.
“You’re so fucking beautiful after you come for me, baby.” He caressed my face, tucking a loose strand of hair out of my face as he pushed all the way inside of my tightening core. My back arched off the bed as he filled and stretched me.
“Were you jealous tonight, Eva? That I wasn’t with you for once?” His hateful words caught me off guard. I wanted to slap him. My hand reached out, but he grabbed it, pinning me beneath him. His thrusts and words sent me from hot to cold. “I only want you. I needed to make you jealous. I had to see your reaction.”
“Fuck you,” I spat, but as he continued to thrust inside of me, I knew I didn’t mean the venom that was laced behind my words. Something was changing between us, and I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs.
“Fuck me?” He laughed. “Eva, you already are.” He pushed deeper inside of me, slamming harder as he went. “I fucking love you, Eva. So, why won’t you just love me back?” His hand went to my throat, putting slight pressure that sent me reeling.
“I do love you; you prick.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“You love me?” He echoed my words back to me. “You love me.” He picked up his thrusts, sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing into my body, and his thumb found my clit.
Between the sensation of his cock filling me and the pressure on my nub, I came apart. Throwing my head back and biting my lip to keep from screaming out.
He kissed me. “No, Eva. I want to hear every godsdamn sound you make.Say it again. Tell me you love me while I’m fucking you.” His thrusts grew frenzied, pounding into me until I couldn’t see straight. He was close, and this time he was determined to send me over the edge with him.
“I… love you.” As I uttered the last word, I felt his body tense as he spilled himself deep inside of me. My body shook as I found my release for a last time.
This sex was different. It was something more savage, yet also held a different meaning than anything we had done before. We had crossed a line that would be hard to take back. Maybe I don’t want to though. As fucked up as it was, maybe seeing him with someone else pushed me to make my decision. Fuck, could it be possible that all of this would actually work?
He collapsed on top of me, kissing me earnestly, and I was relishing every moment he spent worshiping my body.
Thanks to the chilly night air, our sweat-drenched bodies cooled down quickly, and we untangled ourselves. But he didn’t let me wander. He caught my arm, pulling me into him.
