To him.
Of all people.
“You shouldn’t trust me, Lucy,” the words came out like sandpaper against his throat. But his hands slid up her ribs anyway, gripping tightly. She shuddered, and he watched her nipples pebble. How he wanted to suck her into his mouth.
“Perhaps you’re right. I shouldn’t trust you. But I’m only trusting you with one thing. Pleasure. I want nothing more. But I certainly want nothing less.”
“I should deny your request…”
“You should do what you want with me.”
The words struck him so hard that if he hadn’t been gripping her so tightly, he would have reeled back. The images that flashed in his mind as to what he wanted to do with her. They wouldn’t stop. The positions he wanted her in. The places his mouth would explore. He wanted her, and he wanted to do so much with her.
Inching even closer to him, he found her breasts hanging at his lips. Tempting him. Swaying ever so slightly.
“One night, Lucy.” But he couldn’t tell if he was saying that for her to agree to or to hold himself accountable to it. Because he could already feel that once was not going to be enough. Yet how could he marry when all he’d ever seen in marriage was heartache. How his mother left his father for another man, which left Damien alone to endure his father’s pain. Or more accurately, his father’s silence. “I’m not going to marry.” This, he said to remind himself.
“I don’t want to marry. I want to explore pleasure.”
And he couldn’t take it anymore. Her gently swaying breasts. The soft silky tones of her voice. Her openness to him.
So he leaned forward and latched onto her nipple. Sucking. If this wasn’t what she was here for, then best show her now so she could get out before it went too far.
But the gasp she made went straight to his cock. And when her hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly, he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
“I thought you said you’d be quiet,” he murmured, looking up at her.
Her eyes were frantic. Not in fear. They were frantic for him. Desperate. “I will be. I promise.”
He pulled her other nipple into his mouth making her moan. Then his lips trailed up her chest, across her collarbone, nipped up her neck, and devoured her mouth. Quelching her moan. At least that had been his objective; instead, it only served to make her straddle his open thighs and writhe against him.
“Damien,” her voice was wild. Feral. Her body melting in his. “I want to feel more of you.” She clawed at his shirt until he took it off. Her pebbled nipples scraped against his chest as she fought for friction. “How are you doing this to me?” she moaned into his ear.
And his entire body was alit at her responsiveness.
“Your body feels so good against mine.” And he knew what she was asking for, even if she didn’t.
“You want more?” That voice couldn’t be his. It was so gruff, like he hadn’t used it in a century.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please.”
He stood, holding her wrapped around him while he undid his falls and sat back down. When he sensed her feel his hard length for the first time, he shuddered. Probably because she did.
“Oh my God, Damien.” Her nails dug into his chest while her body undulated against him, uninhibited. Untamed. Raw desire.
He couldn’t remember it ever being like this. So wanted. And wanting so.
He pushed them up on the bed so that he was leaning against the wall with her on his lap, and his knees up and open. Cradling her. But she was the wild one. She was the one finding her pleasure.
“That’s it, Lucy,” he coaxed as she slid down his hardness. “You like that.”
‘Uh huh,” she mewled as she continued her exploration up and down. And then they froze at his top notched against herentrance. Her eyes flew to his, pinning him in place. Asking all her questions but saying nothing. And he just stared back giving all the answers he could without words.
This was her decision to make.
So when she nodded and he glided into her, he knew it was meant to be. Nothing had ever felt so much like home to him as being inside of her.
Locked in place, they just stared, gathering information from each other’s souls. Not moving. Just waiting. Letting everything change. Because nothing would ever be the same again. Not after seeing her like this. Not after having her like this.
