My eyes flicker alight, fueled by the intense fire that turns my cheeks bright red and makes blood rush towards my groin. I stare at my own feet, overwhelmed by the intensity of my feelings. It’s obvious to me right now that I’ve loved him since that night. Or maybe even longer. I was just too stubborn to see it.
“I—” Damien continues. “I need you to want this as much as I do.”
“What makes you think I don’t?” I ask, finally turning my face towards him. Still, his glowing eyes stay focused on the infinity of the sky above. “Look at me, Damien.”
He rolls one of his lip rings with his tongue, avoiding my gaze as if he’s scared of what he might find. I’m almost trembling in anticipation, desperate for his eyes to meet mine, for him to see how I truly feel. But I don’t rush it. We’ve waited for so long already . . . And it’s not like we don’t have time. We’re immortal, after all.
Damien’s gaze finally finds mine, his pupils almost swallowing the beautiful glowing blue of his irises. They seem to expand even more as he stares into my soul. And it has nothing to do with the darkness around us, no. His pupils widen to take me in, just like mine must be doing with him. We’re high oneach other. High on the warmth of our hands together, on our mingling scents, on the desire to have each other.
“I wantyou, Damien,” I say, finally letting go of the restraints that held me back. “Like I’ve never wanted anyone before. Ineedyou. It’s just us against the world, remember?”
“Oh, fuck you, Killi . . .” he whispers.
The air around us seems to zap with electricity as he kisses me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on their ends. My heart jumps so hard against my rib cage that I feel myself vibrating with each beat. The touch of Damien’s dusty hand on the side of my neck burns my skin just as much as his tongue burns against mine. He tastes like honey: smoked, sweet honey with a minty edge. I moan into his mouth in delight, absolutely enthralled by him.
In this moment, the entire world has vanished. Nothing matters, not even the events that brought us here. It’s just us, and it’s perfect. We kiss desperately, biting and sucking on each other’s lips. It’s a slow symphony of passion we can’t seem to break free from.
Damien’s hand travels to the back of my head, digging into my hair and sending a shiver down my spine. Before I know it, he climbs on top, straddling me and dry humping my thigh. We are both hard, and I groan at the notion that this is the real Damien. Not a fantasy or an illusion, but the real thing.
One of my arms wraps around his small waist, while the other reaches for his jeans—my jeans, because we’re both wearing the same clothes we changed into at Owen’s home. I’m suddenly aware of how tiny he feels in my arms, and how light his body is. The pressure of his hips grinding against my leg is delicious, maybe even perfect.
He hisses into my lips when my fingers brush against the bulge in his pants, feeling it almost shyly. I force my tongue into his mouth again, moaning desperately as his hand pulls on myhair. I trap his tongue piercing between my teeth and pull on it, dragging his tongue out of his mouth.
A deep, husky moan escapes him and resonates in the immensity that surrounds us as I keep pulling. I’ve wondered what his tongue piercing would feel like for so long that I can’t believe it’s actually happening. The slight metallic taste of the surgical stainless steel complements his honey-like essence. It’s intoxicating. And I already want to taste every single inch of his body, to memorize him completely.
When I release his piercing, Damien drags his tongue across his teeth, making the metal crackle against them. He’s so freaking hot, I don’t know where to start touching and kissing again. I take a minute to admire him: lips slightly parted, hooded glowing eyes fixed on mine.
As if it’s moving on its own, my hand reaches for Damien’s neck. My long fingers dig into the sides of his throat in a possessive manner I didn’t know I’d enjoy so much. The burn of his soft skin against my palm when he swallows sends a wave of heat down my spine. Desire takes over me as I taste his breath on my lips, and the soft moan he releases when I tighten my grip has me almost gasping.
I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, haven’t I? Maybe for much, much longer than I want to admit. I just . . . want to make him mine.
“Yes, Killi, I’m all yours,” he groans, almost as if he’s read my mind, throwing his head back to give me better access to his neck and still grinding against my thigh in a tantalizing rhythm.
My body seems to vibrate with anticipation; I’m so turned on, so desperate that I don’t even know what to do with him. The urge to come and make him come with me is overwhelming. I want to do it over and over again, in every possible way, until he can’t take it anymore and begs me to stop. I just want all of him.
I feel my lips tremble as I stare at his pale neck, becoming aware of the way his vein pulses under my index finger. My mouth waters at the sight, and I can’t stop myself from reaching for it. To taste him.Finally.
My tongue runs up and down the vein, feeling its warmth and vibration underneath Damien’s skin. I can’t hold back the desire to bite him, just like I can’t stop my deep growls as soon as his blood touches my tongue.
It burns, consuming me whole as it slides down my throat and forces my eyes to roll to the back of my head. It’s thick, beautifully salty, and sprinkled with sweet honey and a minty edge. It tastes just like he smells. His essence is my new favorite flavor.
My new addiction.
“Oh—fuck—” I hear him moan as I pull from his veins, completely enraptured by his taste and the fire that spreads through me.
I tighten my grip on his throat even more, losing control of myself. His Adam’s apple bobs against my palm when he swallows hard, panting and whimpering into the silence. The night breeze couldn’t possibly cool me down right now. I’m on fire. And so is he, impossibly warm against my body. So small, yet so perfect.
The roll of Damien’s hips becomes somewhat erratic as he picks up the pace, rubbing himself against me with abandon, shamelessly, like nothing matters other than the pleasure building between us. I can feel how hard he is, the warmth of his cock palpable even through our clothes. I moan into his veins, blinded by the ever rising ecstasy that consumes me.
“Killi, I’m—I’m so close—” His voice is merely a breathless whisper, his words the most wonderful thing he could have said to me.
But I can’t stop. Not even to say the lewd things I wanna say to him.
God, yes. Come for me, baby.
Once more, I press harder on his neck, tightening my chokehold as I continue to suck. I feel his fingers pull on my hair hard, his ragged breaths hot against my ear. He shakes helplessly in my arms, moaning desperately in a high-pitched tone I’ve never heard before. A shiver runs down my spine at that sound; it’s so beautiful, so deeply erotic. Damien’s hips go still after a few more slow movements, but he continues to pant and whimper while I lick his wounds closed and pull back.
My lips tremble as waves of burning pleasure continue to course through my throbbing veins, his blood reaching even the very last corners of my being. Damien throws his head back, his entire body going limp. He lets his weight rest on my arm, while my other hand holds on to the front of his neck. The way he fits against me makes my heart skip a beat, as if he belongs on my lap, between my arms. He looks like the most beautiful rag doll to ever exist, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
