Page 73 of Realm of the Wicked

I tangled my hands in his hair with a quiet moan as his kisses dipped lower, and lower still, until he gripped the flesh of my thighs in his hands.

‘Damien,’ I murmured.

He lifted his head up, his gaze barely lucid. I put that look there. ‘Bambi?’

‘I feel like it’s always been you.’

I needed to tell him how I truly felt. Needed to get the words out, let them be free, if only for tonight at least. Tonight, I’d speak my truth.

Until he whispered back, voice filled with reverence and something close to gratitude, ‘Stella, I think I only exist because of you. For you.’

His words filled me with shock. Satisfaction. The purest form of joy I could imagine.

Before I could respond, he pressed a light kiss against my clit.

I cried out, rocking under his hands, and he gripped me tighter. ‘Shush, be still. I’ll give you what you need.’

His tongue swept through my desire, and I couldn’t stop the moan from leaving my lips.

He pressed my hips down flat as he alternated licking and teasing my clit with fucking me with his tongue. ‘You taste exactly like I imagined she would – like perfection, like a dream,’ he murmured, his words captivating nearly as much as his worshipping did. He alternated driving me to the brink with ludicrous words of praise.

His tongue drove against me.

‘I could go down on you for an eternity.’

A kiss.

‘You’re my new favorite meal.’

He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I nearly broke.

‘I have been desperate for you since the first time I laid eyes on you.’

A tightness built deep in me, my release rising up once more. I cried out beneath him, moaning, trying to move my hips against him, desperate for more friction, more something, but he kept me flat as he licked and sucked.

‘You’re close, aren’t you, love? So close.’ Another swipe of his tongue, and I cried out, lost. ‘But you’re not coming yet, no. The next time you come will be around my cock.’

Please, I wanted to say. Please. Fill me. Fuck me. Make me whole. I pulled his shoulders up, wanting to see him, to look him in the eyes. His eyes were wild in the best way – wild for me. Finally, I got the words out. ‘Please. I need to feel you inside me. I feel like I’ve waited forever, and it’s driving me crazy.’

He laughed quietly, pulling away slightly. ‘Stella, you have no fucking idea.’

I pulled him close, desperate for him to be closer, inside me, until he was finally pressed against me once more, notching his cock at my soaked entrance.

‘You’re sure?’ he whispered.

I nodded frantically. ‘Hurry.’

Except he had no plans on hurrying. He was determined to torture me, I was sure. He sank his cock into my wet heat, slowly, luxuriously, inch by inch, his moans and mine mingling in the late afternoon, until finally, he was fully inside me. I was stretched in the most delicious way, and I never wanted it to end.

‘Fuck, Stella,’ he swore. ‘You feel so damn good. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to do this. How am I supposed to move on from this?’ He was rambling, unable stop the words from spilling out as he began to thrust into me. Deeper and harder, both of us wanting to blur the lines between where I ended and he began.

I rocked my hips against him, meeting him each time he thrust into me. Every inch of him was pleasure and pain. ‘Damien, I— You— This⁠—’

‘I know.’ He arched his hips to hit a spot that made my moans turn into the gentlest sighs and cries. ‘This is all I’ve ever wanted from this forsaken life. This. You. Us. I never want to leave this sweet pussy. I’m going to stay here forever. Going to fuck you forever.’

I want the same, I thought. Don’t ever leave.

The moon and sun bore witness to our words, taking in everything and saying nothing. The most real moment of my life, set beneath something artificial.