AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Do you want to go to bed?” he asks.
I shake my head, “No, I think I’m gonna watch a movie. I need to get out of my head.” He sits up and starts piling pillows behind us before turning on the television in his room.
“What are we watching?” he asks. I was planning to go to the couch, but now that I’m warm and in Damien’s arms, I don’t want to move.
“You can pick, surprise me.” I prop myself up to lean against the pillows when Damien pulls me so close I’m practically in his lap, and I don’t resist.
I end up starting to doze off in his arms as some kind of action movie plays on the screen. I’m jerking hard and gasping the third time I startle awake. Damien holds me tight, used to helping me with my nightmares.
“I think I need to go to bed,” I tell him, getting out from the blanket and standing. I stretch for a second and he rolls up the blanket as an offering. “You keep it tonight. Is Lev back yet?”
“I haven’t heard him,” Damien says, reaching over and checking his phone. “He probably ended up at the gym or something.”
“Right, well, good night,” I say, turning to leave.
“Can I ask you for something?”
“Sure.”
“Can I get a kiss good night?”
My breath catches and I stare at him. Why would he want to kiss me? He just watched me being taken advantage of. Not to mention he saw all of the hideous scars when he and Lev helped put clothes on me. Why would he want someone so broken to kiss him? He can have any girl here.
“Why?” I ask before I can think better of it, and he sighs.
“Because ever since you grabbed me by the balls in the locker room, I’ve been obsessed with you. You consume my thoughts, you make me want to be different,” he confesses.
“Just a kiss?” I ask, needing to make sure he won't try to take this further. I don’t know how my body will react after everything that’s happened, and I can’t have him looking at me like he’s afraid to touch me again.
“Just a kiss, Little Shadow. I even promise I won't bite,” he says as he scoots closer to the edge of the bed. He reaches out to pull me close, and I let him.
Leaning in to kiss him, his warm embrace soothes an ache in my chest that felt like it was going to cripple me. He’s tender and careful like I'm something breakable. And that’s almost more painful than the look he gave me earlier. I push back a little, if Damien Obshchak wants to kiss me, then I want all of the ferocity that comes with it. I part my lips for him and his tongue tangles with mine. Except, his gentleness quickly becomes infuriating.
I challenge him with my teeth and push him down into a punishing, bruising kiss. He growls deep in the back of his throat. I shove him back, not letting our mouths part as I throw my leg over his body. He’s rock hard underneath me, and I have no doubt as I grind down that I’m soaked for him. Just a moment ago, the thought of a man touching me like this would have sent me into a white-hot rage. But not now. Damien consumes me, lighting my body with a different type of fire. One I want to burn in.
He grinds up into me and a whimper escapes me. He bites down on my lip, and it takes everything in me not to cry out in pure bliss. I pull back, giving us a little space but not wanting to go far.
“Sorry.” He chuckles. “I guess I do bite,” he says with a devilish grin. He searches my eyes, like he's making sure he didn't take it too far, that he didn’t break me. He needs to understand I am breakable, but not like glass that shatters when you touch it. I’m breakable like a bomb, one that destroys everything in its path when it’s put to the test.
I'm still straddling him, and I'm now seeing why all of these girls think he's a god. Laying under me right now he looks every bit of one.
“I think I would have been disappointed if you didn't,” I confess, sucking in my bottom lip and relishing the sting of his bite.
Our eyes lock, and for just a moment I consider getting up and going to my room. Getting in my bed where I feel safe. But that's when it hits me, I feel safe with Damien. He saved me. He protected me. He watched over me and didn't pry into how I was feeling or try to cash in a favor for helping me. He let me feel. He let me process it all, and he stayed with me when it would have been so easy to just drop me off at the hospital and make me someone else's problem.
I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt, pull it off and toss it to the floor. His lips part in shock. He was definitely not expecting that.
“Your turn,” I say. He reaches back without hesitation, tossing his shirt aside. Now when I look down at him, all of the beautiful art mixed with scars, I realize I'm not looking at a god. I'm looking at the Reaper, and I want nothing more than to give him my soul.
“We don't have to keep going, Little Shadow,” he says, even though it sounds like it pains him, “Don't do anything you don't want to do, okay?” Reaching out he runs his knuckles over the large scar under my rib cage. The same one I was just thinking about.
Goosebumps erupt all over and I feel tingly inside. I can tell it's not the drugs, but I don't know what to call this feeling. All I know is that my scars match his inside and out, and I want nothing more than to give myself to him.
“I want to, but I want you to mark me. I want you to replace the bad with something good.” I unsheathe the blade attached to the back of my thigh as I remove the strap and let it fall to the floor.
Reaching out, I give it to him, showing him that he has my trust. I meant what I said. I need him to mark me so that the story my body tells isn’t all bad. I don’t want to look at the scars and think about the dark shit in my life anymore. I want to look at one and remember a time when I chose something for myself. When I chose to trust a man with part of my heart.
His hands wrap around it with hesitation, and he sets it on his nightstand. I unhook my bra and let it fall, causing my nipples to pebble in the cold air around us. I pull him up to meet me in a brutal kiss while simultaneously grinding down on him. He growls again, thrusting up, his cock gliding across the dampness of my shorts. I swear I could come just from that noise alone. He pulls us up on the bed so he's leaning against the headboard and tangles his fingers in my hair. He kisses me until I'm breathless, panting, and soaked through my shorts.
