CHAPTER 99: CHAPTER 99 NAUGHTY PET

CONTENT WARNING!: This Chapter contains explicit content. For mature readers (18+) only.

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My heart beat loudly in my ears. The air between us had become less tense now, but not calm either. Damon hadn’t said a word since pulling me into his chest, and even though his arms were wrapped tightly around me, the ache between my legs hadn’t faded.

I pressed my face against his neck, trying to ignore the heat crawling through me, but it was no use. My hips shifted slightly, seeking relief. A whimper escaped before I could stop it.

He stiffened.

I froze too, my face flushed that he’d heard me, that I couldn’t hide how much I was still burning inside.

"Damon," I whispered, my voice shaky. "It won’t stop..."

’I don’t know where I got the boldness from, but I just needed to know that if he doesn’t do something... I might actually die and be on my way to heaven... that is if I make it.’

I pulled back to look at him. His jaw was clenched, his brows furrowed like he was trying hard not to lose control. I saw the war in his calm eyes, that he was holding back.

Then I whimpered again. "Please... I feel like I’m going to lose my mind."

My legs trembled beneath the water. I bit my bottom lip and buried my face into his chest again. "I can’t take it," I mumbled into his skin. "Even cold water didn’t help... please, do something... anything..."

His chest rumbled with a growl so deep it made my breath hitch. "You keep begging like that," he muttered darkly, "and I’ll fucking lose it."

I blinked, unsure if I heard him right. ’Does this mean that he is attracted to me? A living skeleton?’

He suddenly grabbed my waist, yanking me closer until I was sitting between his thighs again. My eyes widened.

I looked up at him, confused. "What are you doing?"

His gaze dropped to my lips, then lower. His voice was low and hoarse. "You want relief?"

I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice.

Then, like something inside him snapped, he grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to look up at him. His breath was ragged. His eyes had turned almost pitch black.

"I’m going to help you once," he growled. "Just once. And you’ll shut up after that."

My breath caught.

"What...?" I stared at him, stunned. I didn’t expect him to say that. Not after everything that had happened. I thought he would go crazy seeing the mark on me. ’Does this mean that he is offering to help because he saw the mark on me?’

My lips parted, but no words came out.

His hand slipped between us, brushing down my stomach, his touch sent jolts of shivers down my spine. His fingers trailed slowly, torturously slow, until they reached the heat between my legs. My body tensed so much that I arched at the first touch. I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

I moaned loudly, arching into his touch like a puppet whose strings had finally been cut.

"Shit..." he hissed. "You’re fucking wet."

My brain went haywire, my thoughts scattered, as his finger rubbed against my fold. My inside pulsed hungrily.

Then he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, then his fingers began to rub, pull and tug at my flowers. I jerked, gasping, tears stinging my eyes at the sudden wave of pleasure. My fingers dug deeper into his shoulders.

He rubbed harder, increasing his pace.

His fingers moved in practiced, precise motions that made me sob against his chest. My hips bucked instinctively, chasing the sensation like my life depended on it.

"Does that feel good?" he muttered, his voice husky against my ear.

He yanked me closer, before planting a brief kiss on my neck. "Fuck... you are so tight." His guttural growl rumbled from the deepest depths of his soul.

"Yes...please don’t stop," I cried out, my nails digging into his arms, moving to his hair.

The water sloshed around us, my body writhing uncontrollably. I was close. So close it was maddening. His fingers didn’t falter. His other hand held me in place, locking my hips down as he drove me insane.

"You’re pathetic," he snarled, though his tone wasn’t cruel. "Begging me like this..."

"I don’t care," I whimpered. "Just don’t stop..."

My legs trembled violently. My breaths came in sharp gasps. I was going to fall apart... right in his arms, from just his fingers.

"Fuck." I cried, as I pressed myself harder against his hand.

His lips brushed my ear. "Cum for me, Ember."

That was all it took. My body shattered.

I screamed. "Yes Master!" The pleasure crashed through me like a tidal wave, sending me into the ninth cloud. My back arched, my vision blurred, my entire world narrowed to the fire exploding inside me like fireworks.

"Fuck!" Damon growled.

Damon pulled into an embrace, our chest heaving in rhythm, my heart pounded crazily in my ears. His masculine smell and his scent drifted into my nostrils.

"Satisfied." His voice was so rich and hoarse, that it drove me crazy.

I shook my head, my eyes felt heavy, drunk in pleasure and desires.

His hand around my thighs tightened, "This is going to be a long night." He muttered with a click of his tongue.

"I want you inside me." I moaned, kissing and licking his neck.

This only earned a pleasing growl from him.

"Naughty pet..." his dark gaze lingered on me. "I thought you were the shy type."

I raised my head up to look at him. ’I am the opposite of shy... I have dated a couple of guys. I sure know my way around this.’

"I never said I was the shy type." I grinned at him, but my flushed face betrayed me.

"I won’t go all the way in, Ember. This is the effect of the drug."

Before I could protest, his finger slid into my wet fold, earning a cry from my lips.

He thrust it into me without a pause, the sound of his finger colliding with my wet skin echoed through the room.

"Cum for me."

My body writhed underneath his touch, my pale skin glistening with sweat, his muscles flexed with every thrust.