He was standing in the middle of the room, looking around the space. Observing how nothing in my room had changed, even though so much between us had.
“I couldn’t get rid of them,” I announced from the doorway behind him, watching as he took in all the gifts he’d given me throughout the years. “I tried. Several times. So many times, I’d lost count. Whenever I pulled something off one of the shelves, it just felt wrong. Like I was throwing you away, and as much as I wanted to get rid of you, Damien, I couldn’t. You see, I want to hate you. I want to hate you so fucking much, but I can’t. I can’t because I love you too fucking much. Do you have any idea how that feels? To love a man who can’t… won’t… love you back.”
He slowly turned around, knowing precisely how he’d find me.
Naked.
Wet.
In nothing but a towel.
In two strides, he closed the distance between us with so much force I slammed against the wall behind me. Hitting it with a hard thud. He instantly caged me in with his arms, making me feel his love and his hate.
Not for me.
For himself.
“What are you doing, Damien?” I breathlessly asked, licking my lips like I was preparing them for him.
“I have no fucking idea, Mu?eca,” he admitted, once again leaning in close to my mouth. “I never do with you.” He softly pecked my lips, waiting for my reaction.
I moaned, giving him exactly what he wanted.
And it was all he needed to lose control.
He roughly gripped onto my waist, lifting me up for my thighs to straddle his waist. Pulling me close to his body.
His chest.
His heart.
He kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue as he carried me over to the bed. The same mattress I’d slept next to him on so many times in the past. When he’d soothe my nightmares, chasing away the monsters from my sleep as much as he did the ones when I was awake. He gently laid me down, spreading my legs to lay in between them, lowering himself onto my heated body. Cradling my face, he never once broke our kiss.
Our connection.
Our love for one another.
There was something different about him as he hovered above me in a way I’d never experienced with him before. Like he was trying to show me a side to him that he didn’t even know existed. Tenderly, he kissed me deep as his hands gently ran down my shoulders to pull the towel off my body.
“Damien,” I nervously rasped, trembling beneath him, and he was barely even touching me.
I had no idea what I was in for.
“Shhh… it’s me, Mu?eca. It’s me. I’m here, shhh...” he murmured, the same words he’d always used to calm me. Except, this was for entirely different reasons.
It worked enough to ease my worry. I visibly relaxed back into the sheets as he completely removed both the towel and himself off my body. I inadvertently whimpered, not only from the loss of his touch, but also from what I knew he desperately wanted to see. I could feel his eyes looking at every last inch of my skin for the first time ever, and I couldn’t help but feeling insecure. I didn’t have Evita’s voluptuous body. I swear I sensed his stare roaming over my perky breasts, to my tan nipples, down to my narrow, slim waist. Slowly, deliberately, taking his time. My thighs clenched together when I felt his stare heading toward my most sacred area.
He lightly grabbed onto my knees, gradually spreading my legs open for him. Further and further apart. “It’s me, Mu?eca. I need to see what’s always been fucking mine.”
My face turned another shade of red in both desire and embarrassment, from being spread wide open for him. I could feel my wetness pooling in between my legs from his words and touch. Fueling my need to feel him, anywhere and everywhere. He caused another whimper to escape my lips when I felt his hand slowly expose my clit.
“Amira,” he huskily groaned in a voice I’d never heard before. “Open your eyes. I need you to look at me while I’m looking at you.”
I released the breath I didn’t realize I was holding and locked eyes with his hooded stare.
They were foreign.
Unfamiliar.
And everything I ever wanted.
“Damien, I’m—”
“I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, Mu?eca.”
I didn’t know how far this was going to go, but I didn’t hesitate in breathing out, “Then take me.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Removing his jacket, he threw it on the floor beside my towel. As he laid down on his stomach, he held onto my thighs and buried his face in between my legs.
My eyes widened. “What are you—”
“Shhh,” he hummed, sucking my clit into his mouth.
My back jolted off the bed, making him chuckle as he moved his head up and down, side-to-side, using his tongue to vibrate against my core. “Mmmm… Damien,” I purred, grabbing ahold of his hair as he continued with his oral assault. He never stopped working me over with his lips and tongue when he started to slide his finger into my soaking wet welcoming heat.
“Oh, God…” I moaned, curving my back into the mattress beneath me. Entirely coming undone from his touch.
He devoured me with his tongue and fingers, making love to me with his mouth. Sucking harder and more demanding with each passing second, to the point I thought I was going to pass the hell out. I knew he’d done this with women before, but it felt like he was experiencing the same new sensations I was. His mouth and hand were controlling my body, but my reactions were controlling his willpower to stay in control.
“Jesus… Damien… I can’t… it’s too much…”
A loud, rumbling growl escaped from deep within his chest. My words only proved all my thoughts right. He was losing control, and it was what made me completely surrender to the power he held over me.
I came.
I came so damn hard I saw stars. He didn’t let up, making me come over and over again, against his fingers and mouth. I started to convulse, my body moving on its own accord. He instantly locked his arm around my lower torso, holding me in place. My back arched off the bed, my hands white-knuckled the sheets, and my body shook with so much force that I thought I would never stop coming undone.
“Oh, god… ahhh…” I profusely panted, my body turning on me.
Orgasm after orgasm. They were coming quick and fast, one right after the other with no end in sight. At least, not while he was in between my fucking legs.
“Please… Damien… please…” I squirmed, begging him to stop, tugging hard at his hair to the point I thought I was going to rip it out.
He released my clit with an unrelenting groan, not wanting to stop, but allowing me mercy. Thrusting his tongue into my heat, licking, eating, swallowing all my juices like I was his favorite meal. He slowly sat up with a pleased and satisfied expression on his face. Grinning as he shamelessly wiped his lips and chin with the back of his arm. Showing me precisely how much I came only because of him.