CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER NINETY-THREE: COME FOR ME DARLING.

Damien’s mouth moved over hers with expert ferocity, sucking on her lower lip until she whimpered, then soothing the sting with a slow, languid sweep of his tongue. Elena tasted his hot tongue and it addicted her like storm clouds heavy with rain. She found herself going closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Damien gripped her small waist in his hand, pulled her closer and gripped her head while deepening the kiss.

"gods, Elena," he groaned into the kiss, the words vibrating against her lips as his hands roamed her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through the thin silk of her gown. "You have no idea what you do to me. This mouth...I’ve dreamed of devouring you whole." He angled his head, deepening the kiss until their breaths tangled, wet and desperate, her soft moans swallowed by the slick slide of their tongues.

She arched into him, nails digging into his shoulders, urging him on as heat pooled between her thighs, her body aching for the friction only he could provide.

The kiss turned ravenous, unbroken except for the sound of their lips against each other and her moans. "I’ve wanted this for so long," she panted against his mouth, nipping his upper lip in retaliation, drawing a hiss from him that sent shivers racing down her spine. " Don’t make me wait anymore. Undress me, Damien. Peel me bare like you’ve been dying to."

"As you command, my queen," he rasped, voice rough with barely leashed control, his fingers already working the laces at her back with deft, impatient tugs.

The silk parted like water under his touch, the gown loosening to slide down her shoulders in a swoosh. He shrugged it away without mercy, his palms gliding over her newly exposed skin, warm, callused trails that raised gooseflesh in their wake. The cool night air kissed her bare arms, her collarbone, but his mouth followed, hot and insistent, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her shoulder as the gown pooled at her waist.

Elena yearned desperately for his touch, reveling in the roughness of his palm against her frail skin. He was the only man she would ever let touch her without feeling disgusted.

Elena’s hands were no less demanding fumbling with the buttons of his formal tunic, popping them free one by one until she could shove the fabric aside.

Damien caught her wrist and smiled mischievously, running his mouth over her lips. "Do you want me that bad my wife?" he asked seductively, slipping his hand under her underwear.

Her fingers splayed across his chest, tracing the hard ridges of muscle and the faint scars that mapped his body, each touch a claim as fierce as his.

Her face flushed at his question and she got shy. "I—I couldn’t help it."

Elena brought her hand down but Damien was quick to snatch it back up and rest it on his shoulders.

"That’s ok my love." he whispered seductively, making her blush red all over. "My body is for your pleasure after all."

"Your body... is a weapon," she murmured into the kiss, her tongue flicking against his in teasing strokes that made him buck against her. "But tonight." she looked up with renewed detemnation. "...it’s mine. All mine." She yanked the tunic down his arms, tossing it aside, her nails scraping lightly over his ribs, eliciting a growl that rumbled through them both.

Damien’s perfect body hard with six abs and a firm chest was exposed before her. Elena gulped at his delicious body, unconsciously running her hands over his breasts.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked bending down and sucking the skin on her neck. Elena moaned from the pleasure and sensations his hot mouth gave to her.

Damien suddenly changed actions and captured her lips fiercely. The kiss grew messier, lips swollen and slick, breaths coming in hot, ragged bursts as they shed the barriers between them.

Damien’s hands hooked into the waistband of her gown, dragging it lower over her hips with a single, fluid pull, leaving her in nothing but a thin, lace that stopped above her thighs that did little to hide the flush creeping across her skin. "Look at you," he breathed, breaking the kiss just long enough to rake his gaze down her body, dark hunger flaring in his eyes. "So beautiful, so ready for me." his large hands grabbed her waist again as one hand trickled itself up her thighs.

Dam...oh

"What was that?" Damien teased her, finding the little band of cloth that covered her down there.

He wrapped his long, tapering fingers around it and pulled it down in a swift motion. The band of cloth loosened instantly and Damien brought it up to his face.

He held it firmly in his hand and took a big whiff of it.

"Mmm..." he said as if hypnotized. "You smell so good down there."

Elena watched him completely flushed out. Everything he did just made her insides ache in a way. No man had ever bed her or even done any of this to her.

"But I want more of everything." he said and threw the cloth on the bed. His fingers found the hem of the lacy shift, bunching it before ripping it downward in a sharp tear.

Elena stood before his towering figure like a deer in the headlights.

Cool air rushed over her bared thighs, her belly, and the peaks of her breasts.

Damien licked his lips slowly, drinking in the sight of her body trembling in front of him. His mouth crashed back to hers as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled under his touch.

ahh...

She gasped into him, the dual assault of his kiss and his caresses unraveling her thread by thread. "Damien...yes, like that," she urged, her voice fracturing as she shoved at his breeches, fingers trembling with need as she freed him.

She pulled his pants down and Damien shook them away with his feet, standing only in his shorts.

A massive bulge sprang heavy and hot into her palm, harder steel. Her eyes widened at the sight of the bulge against his shorts.

Damien saw the look in her eyes and took her chin in his fingers.

"Scared?"

"Uhm...it’s so..." Elena stammered out, utterly in shock at how huge it was.

She looked up at him innocently. "I don’t—i don’t think it’ll... fit..."

Damien chuckled at her. Cute.

"That’s alright dear. You’ll expand too." he said gently. He took her small hands and placed it on the bulge.

"Pull it down."

She hesitated at first then reached for it. Because of her hesitation, Damien grabbed the side of the shorts and ripped it off in one swift movement.

Elena’s hand briefly touched it before she snatched it away quickly. Damien took her hand and guided her to his member.

Elena grabbed it with shaky hands and froze up.

It was too big for one hand so she used the other. Damien groaned under her touch.

"Move your hands on it baby." he commanded in a rough voice.

Elena stroked him firmly but slowly from the base to the tip, drawing a guttural curse from his lips.

"Faster my love."

Elena increased her pace, moving her hands faster and faster on his stiff shaft.

Her momentum picked up until he finally reached his high.

Hot liquid burst onto her hands that held his shaft.

Damien threw his head back pleased.

"Feel that? That’s how wet you make me. How empty I am without you."

"Damnit, Elena your hand..."

He thrust into her grip again once, twice, before capturing her wrist and pinning it above her head, his body pressing her back against the wall for leverage. The stone was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the furnace of him, but the kiss continued deep and devouring as his tongue mimicked the rhythm his hips ached to set. With her hands still moving on him, he grasped her face with one hand, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

Her mind was mush with desire. She didn’t even know what she was doing anymore.

With his free hand, he kicked away his boots and the last of his clothes aside, the fabric falling to the floor until nothing separated them but air and desire

"The bed..." he demanded hoarsely against her mouth, the word a command wrapped in plea. "I need you spread out for me, love. I need to see every shiver and hear every cry I’ll bring out of you."

He scooped her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the grand four-poster. He lowered her onto the mattress, following her down in a fluid prowl, his weight settling between her thighs as if he’d been carved to fit there.

The kiss softened for a heartbeat, his lips brushing hers in tender contrast, forehead to forehead, breaths mingling. "Tell me you’re mine," he whispered, his shaft nudging her entrance, teasing her slick folds with shallow dips that made her hips cant upward in silent begging.

"Say it, Elena. Let me hear it before I lose myself in you."

"Damien..." she whimpered.

"Say it." Damien urged her on, baring a hole in her through his gaze.

"Yours," she vowed, her hands framing his face, thumbs stroking his cheekbones as tears of overwhelming want pricked her eyes. "Always yours, Damien. Now take me, fill me until I break."

"Good girl." he whispered to her then moved himself, filling her up immediately.

He moved with a slow, deliberate thrust that breached her in one searing glide, stretching her around his thickness until she was full, achingly complete. Elena’s cry was muffled against his shoulder, her body bowing off the bed as pleasure-pain bloomed hot and bright. He stilled, buried deep, his eyes locked on hers tempered with raw adoration.

"So tight... so perfect," he groaned, his voice wrecked. "You were made for me. Feel how you grip me, sweetheart. Like you never want to let go."

Elena gripped the covers, anchoring herself.

"Never," she whispered, her eyes fluttering close and her hand digging into his back to pull him closer.

"Open your eyes my love and look at me"

"Move, please—gods, I need you inside me so bad."

Damien’s control snapped at her words, his hips snapping forward in a deep, grinding rhythm that dragged gasps from her throat with every plunge. The bed creaked under them, the slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, mingling with their moans and the wet sounds of their joining.

He hooked her leg higher over his hip, changing the angle to stroke that hidden spot inside her, each thrust precise and devastating. "Like this?" he taunted breathlessly, his hand finding hers to lace their fingers, pinning them above her head as he drove deeper. "Tell me, my queen does it feel as good as you wanted? As good as burying myself in you every night for the rest of our lives?"

"Better," she sobbed, her free hand clawing at his back, nails leaving red welts that only spurred him faster. "Harder...yes, there, Damien! You’re going to make me...oh gods." The coil in her core wound impossibly tight, pleasure coiling like a spring under his relentless assault, her breasts bouncing with each powerful snap of his hips.

"Come for me," he urged, his mouth descending to capture a nipple, sucking hard as his thumb found her clit, circling with expert pressure. "Let go, Elena. Flood me, scream it. I want to feel you shatter around my weapon."

The command tipped her over. Her release hit like a tidal wave, crashing through her in shuddering pulses, her walls clenching him in vise-like waves that drew a roar from his chest. "Damien!" she wailed, vision whiting out as ecstasy ripped her apart, every nerve alight with bliss.

He chased her over the edge two thrusts later, his rhythm faltering into erratic, brutal drives. "Ellie...damn yes, take it all," he snarled, burying himself to the hilt as he came, hot spurts filling her in rhythmic jets that prolonged her aftershocks. His body locked above hers as he shot out his release deep into her.

Elena whimpered softly as tears streaked down her eyes.

She looked up at Damien and felt a little shiver.

He looked far from sated.