He starts to unbutton his shirt and then leaves me lying naked and gasping on the bed. I lift myself on my elbows and I’m about to start thinking clearly when I hear the rip of foil. My mouth dries right up. I mean, there’s not a drop of moisture. It feels as if my tongue has turned to stone.
He removes his shirt and then he drops his jeans, stepping out of them. I drop back to the bed. Now I understand the meaning of well-endowed. Everything about him is hard. I mean, everything!
I dare a tentative glance at his face. His eyes are on mine as the bed shifts under his weight. I didn’t realize how cold I was until his hand touches my leg. He spreads me open wider and crawls up my body.
His hand settles on the flat on my stomach. “You’re cold, Gorgeous,” he whispers.
I have a sensory overload as he lies down on top of me, covering me with his warmth. He places an arm on either side of my head and heat flows over my face. “I’ll have to warm you … again.”
I give him a trembling smile. “I like the sound of that,” I whisper back. I don’t want to ruin this moment. The memories are threatening to break through and it will ruin it all.
He presses his lips to my forehead and against each of my cheeks. And then he dips his head to my neck and I lose him to my breasts.
At first I feel the sting of loss. It’s as if he’s making the point that this is only meaningless sex by not kissing me on the lips.
This is him removing another man’s touch from my body and replacing it with his own.
It’s all it is … him fixing me.
He presses a kiss to my breast and then he asks, “Are you sure?”
Am I?
I am!
I’m sure I am.
Shit, I’m at least ninety percent sure.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble.
He settles his elbows on either side of my head again and stares down at me. He tilts his head and then I feel his hard length pressing against my opening.
My whole body stills and I feel fear fluttering through my chest.
“I need to hear the word yes from you,” he whispers.
I nod and he waits.
I wet my lips and open my mouth but nothing comes out.
This is Damian.
I love Damian.
Damian will never hurt me.
I’m safe.
“Yes,” I say through parched lips, but the word is clear.
He adjusts himself over me, taking some of his weight from my chest and I can see him better. And then I feel him better, too. He rolls his hips slightly forward and I resist the urge to back-peddle my body from under his as the head of his hard-on presses into me.
His hand drops immediately to my butt, holding me in place. He doesn’t move, except for his eyes searching my face.
“Cara.” My eyes snap up from his lips to meet his. My chest is rising and falling fast, brushing against him, and every touch is electric. “Are you ready?” he asks again.
I nod. My eyes skip from his mouth to his eyes and back. I keep nodding. “Yes,” the word rushes from me. And then my breath slams into my throat and pain burns and stretches inside of me as he slams into me.
He stills over me and I feel his breath on the corner of my mouth. The teasing is painfully sweet. I’ve never wanted something so bad like I want the taste of him on my lips. He rolls his hips back and I wince at the painful sensation. When he thrusts forward again my fingers dig into his back and his breath rushes out over my jaw.
As he withdraws I feel something pull deep within me. He lifts his head to look at me and rolls his hips in harder than before.
A strangled moan gets lost in a gasp and I tilt my hips up to give him better access. His breathing falters. I drag my nails up his back as he pulls back and when he thrusts in, I tilt my hips up to meet him. The pain isn’t as intense then.
A deep groan rumbles in the back of his throat and his body tightens over mine. I get a delicious view of his neck and the curling ink and I sink my teeth into it. Instead of pulling out he slams in deeper, shifting me upwards, and I gasp loudly against his neck.
I hear cursing in my hair and then he grabs my face. His hands cup my cheeks hard and his eyes burn into mine as he brings my face to his. His breath is hot on my lips, setting them on fire, and I whimper against him when he pulls back. I want him to kiss me so badly.
“Only me,” he growls and bites my bottom lip.
My body trembles against his with want. There are no bad memories threatening this moment between us. Damian’s managed to shove them away, making sure I only see and feel him.
There is no fear, no shame – just us.
“No one else touches you ever again,” he breathes into my mouth and I inhale all of him. He slams back into me, and I cry my pleasure out.
His lips tease mine biting and nipping, but never kissing. I don’t get my kiss.
The man holding me is everything but sweet. He’s exactly what the ink on his skin represents.
He’s predatory.
He’s dangerous.
He’s mine.
I smile against his lips and he increases his pace, slamming hard into me. It wipes the smile right from my face and my body tenses under his. He bites at my bottom lip again and moves harder against me, drawing another moan from my quivering body.
I’ve never had sex like this. Usually the guy just gets on, grunts for a minute and then comes.
Damian keeps his eyes on mine.