He pulls back with a wicked grin on his face. His lips and chin are glistening with my release, and there is a look on his face of pure satisfaction at what he just did to my body.
“I could stay between your thighs all night,” he says, licking his lips like he needs more. “I almost forgot how fucking sweet you taste, Chaos.”
A moment later, he’s climbing up my body, sealing his lips to mine. I taste my orgasm on his tongue, and we moan in unison.
Desperate for more of him, I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock. He groans into my mouth.
“Condom,” he sighs, attempting to pull away from me. “I’ll be right back.”
“I'm on birth control,” I rush out, continuing the languid strokes on his cock. “I'm clean. I got tested after New Year’s, and I haven’t been with anyone other than you.”
“I’m clean too.” His voice is strained. “But Gianna, I don’t know if we should…”
“I want to feel you,” I say, looking him straight in the eye. “I want to feel all of you, no barriers between us. I only want you.”
He stares at me for a long moment, and I can see the war happening behind his eyes. There is a responsible part of him fighting with the part that wants this just as badly as I do.
I see the moment a side wins. There’s a hunger in his eyes mixed with a possessiveness I’ve never seen before.
This isn’t just another hookup for us. We both want this to be more. He’s been thinking about me all this time too.
“This means you’re mine,” he growls between us before pushing me back onto the rug. He settles between my thighs like he’s meant to be there. I can’t tear my eyes away as he lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
His free hand cups my face, forcing my eyes to meet his as he pushes inside in one slow, deep thrust.
I arch off the floor on a loud cry. My nails are digging into his shoulders, needing to hold onto him. He's stretching me, filling me completely. It's almost too much, but it's also exactly what I need.
“Fuck, you feel…” he grits out, his forehead pressed against mine. “You feel incredible, like you were made for me.”
“I was,” I pant, each breath almost a gasp.
“Say you’re mine,” he demands, voice like fucking gravel.
“I’m yours. I’ve been yours for months,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around his waist, taking him even deeper before I begin to beg. “Please. I need you to move, Daemon.”
He pulls back and thrusts in again, harder this time. A moan is ripped from me. The rhythm he sets is deep and relentless, driven by our desire. His hips snap against mine over and over again. The sound of skin on skin filling the room, mixing with our ragged breathing.
“You're so fucking tight,” he groans, one hand sliding up to cup my breast. His thumb brushes over my nipple roughly. “You are so perfect. You take my cock so well.”
“I need more,” I beg, clawing at his back.
Daemon leans in, but he doesn’t kiss me. He rubs his nose against mine, a teasing smile on his lips. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. Anything.”
“I need you to ruin me,” I gasp. “I can take it. Give me everything.”
Something shifts in his expression. Something primal and possessive takes over his handsome face. I smile as he hooks one of his arms under my knee before driving into me even deeper.
I throw my head back and scream. He fucks me harder, faster. The fireplace casts shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw, and the intensity in his dark eyes.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, voice rougher than before. “Is this what you've been thinking about for months? Have you needed this as much as I have?”
“Yes,” I cry out. Warmth blooms low in my belly, and a sheen of sweat breaks out across my skin. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“I already promised not to stop until all you remember is me.” He moves his hips, shifting the angle slightly and hits that perfect spot inside me. I cry out, my whole body tensing beneath his.
“Right there,” I mewl. “Fuck, right there, Daemon.”
He drives into me again and again, hitting that spot every time. I can feel my orgasm building, more intense than the first, threatening to tear me apart.
