Page 68 of Damian’s Conquest

“That’s okay, Naomi,” the girl replied. “It’s all their fault. Take care.”

“Night, guys,” Benjamin said and disconnected the call.

Damian shoved his cell phone back into his pocket. “Are we good now?”

Naomi nodded and set the ice cream tub down on the coffee table. “When I saw him and thought it was you…” She shook her head. “I guess I got a bit hysterical.” She dropped her lids in apparent shame.

Damian put one arm around her waist and pulled her to him, then put his finger under her chin and tipped her face up so she had to look at him. “It’s my fault. I should have told you that I have a twin brother, and that we share the flat. It just never came up. Forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive.”

“Good. But now I have a bone to pick with you.”

“What?” Her gaze snapped to his.

“After I told you last night that I’m in love with you, did you really think I’d be capable of sleeping with another woman? Didn’t you trust me?” He noticed her hesitate.

“I did, but we barely know each other, and no guy really means it when he says after a couple of days of meeting someone that he’s in love.”

He sighed. “Oh, Naomi, didn’t I tell you that vampires fall hard and fast? That it hits us like a freight train, and we have no power to resist that feeling? That’s what happened to me. Chérie, the thought of touching another woman ever again disgusts me. All I want is you. And I’m happy to demonstrate that for as long as is necessary so that you’ll never again have any doubts about my feelings for you.”

“Demonstrate?” she echoed, her forehead furrowing.

“Uh huh,” he grunted and backed her against the wall.

“What are you—?”

He smothered her protest with his lips, kissing her hard. The thought that such a stupid misunderstanding had caused her pain, made him want to whip himself. This could never happen again. It was bad enough that she still had insecurities about her body, and only with time would he be able to convince her that she was perfect for him. But for her to think that he would fuck another woman, that was a thought he had to eradicate once and for all. He would pound it into her.

Damian held her pressed against the wall, while he undid the button of his pants, and lowered the zipper. Then he pushed his pants and his boxer briefs down to mid-thigh. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, and ready for Naomi.

Impatient, he shoved her nightgown up to her waist, hooked his arms under her thighs, and lifted her, spreading them wide. With one thrust, he seated himself in her pussy, warmth and wetness welcoming him.

Naomi gasped into his mouth, and he released her lips.

“See? I only want you.” He looked into her blue eyes, and saw her looking back at him with lust and passion. “I love you, Naomi, and that’s never gonna change.”

She lifted her hand to his face. “Damian, when I thought you’d betrayed me, it broke my heart.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It hurt so much. That’s how I realized that I love you.”

“I love you too.” Her declaration made him want to howl with satisfaction, and he thrust deep and hard into her, while he held her suspended against the wall.

“Do me a favor: unbutton your gown, and take your tits out.” If he had a free hand, he’d do it himself.

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly and opened the three buttons on the front of her gown, then shoved the material to the sides, and pulled her breasts out. They were topped with hard nipples ripe for the taking.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He lifted his eyes to meet hers. “You make me so hungry.”

Her lips parted on a shallow breath. “Please, bite me. Drink from me.” She put her hands on either side of her breasts and guided them to his face like an offering. He’d never seen anything more erotic. Her tantalizing scent wrapped around him, and her heartbeat and the excited drumming of her pulse confirmed that she yearned for his fangs.

A violent shudder raced through his body, and he realized that the mere thought of drinking from her was making him climax. He licked over one nipple, before sinking his fangs into her tit. When Naomi’s rich blood coated his tongue and ran down his parched throat, he felt her moan. Farther below, she was trying to rub her groin against his, and he shifted his angle just a little bit so his pelvic bone rubbed against her clit with each descent into her delicious cave. His seed and her juices mingled, and permeated the room, and the scent made him even more lust-drugged than he already was.

His fangs deep in her breast, he licked over the nipple in his mouth, and felt Naomi’s pussy spasm. Yes, he could do that to her because the bite rendered her even more sensitive to his touch, driving her arousal to its peak again and again. Naomi moaned out loud, her head pressed against the wall, her hands still on her breasts, still offering them to him. While she climaxed, he slowed his thrusts to an easier tempo, allowing her to catch her breath, before he fell into a faster rhythm, and pounded into her just as hard as before.

“Damian, oh God! That’s good, oh, oh… Don’t stop.”