“Fucking hell, Killi . . .” He laughs softly. “How dare you make me come like that?”
My heart races at his words; the fire inside me intensifying tenfold, just at the sight of him all spent because of me.I did it.I drove him over the edge with my bare fangs and a bit of friction. And it’s the hottest thing in the entire universe. My cock and veins pulse in excitement.
He forces his head back up, staring at me with hungry, glowing eyes and a mischievous grin. He’s stunning in every possible way. I struggle to believe that this is real and not one of my many fantasies. I almost want to pinch myself to see if I’m not dreaming, but I don’t think my mind is capable of creating something as perfect as the real Damien.
While I stare at him, he pushes himself off the ground and shakes off the dirt from his jeans. He stumbles away from me, his legs still wobbly. I want to laugh at that, but I don’t.
“Get in the fucking car,” he says. Or more like orders.
I blink up at him a few times before I can actually process his words and get up. My cock is still hard, creating a tent on my jeans that Damien can’t seem to keep his eyes away from. I shake off the dust from my ass and the back of my legs, then move towards the car.
He doesn’t just want to leave now, right? I’m definitely not done with him yet.
As I’m walking around the car, towards the driver’s door, I feel an intense pain shoot up from my ass cheek, accompanied for a loud noise that resonates in the desert hills. My back straightens as I gasp. It stings like hell.
Did he just . . . spank me?
I look at Damien over my shoulder, my irises glowing and eyebrows raised in surprise. I wasn’t expecting that. At all.
“On the back seat, Killien,” he says, walking past me to open the door. “And take those fucking ugly clothes off. They remind me of Owen.”
Twenty-Nine
Damien
It takes a while for Killien to process my command. Or, maybe, he wasn’t expecting me to actually give him orders. Either way, it’s freaking cute. He’s confused as fuck, frozen exactly where I slapped his ass real hard.
I’m not sure why I did it. I’m feeling a little bit wild tonight. So much so, that I just came in my pants. It was his fault, though. After wanting him for so long, I lost it with the tight, possessive chokehold he had me in and his pull on my heart as he drank from me. The fact that he wantedall of mewas too damn good. It just felt real, and deep, and it tickled just right.
I unbutton the jeans I’m wearing—his jeans, which I obviously wish I could keep on forever—while I wait for him to come back to life. His glowing eyes instantly move to my crotch as I kick the jeans off and throw them on the floor, at the back of the car. I don’t even care that my underwear is stained with the evidence of what he just did to me. I proceed to take off the ugly grey T-shirt and drop it as well.
Only then, Killien reacts and starts taking off Owen’s jeans. I stare at the outline of his cock inside his boxers and bite back a groan. He’s so hot, it’s not even funny. And he tastes so much better than I imagined. Everything is better than I thought, honestly. I almost can’t believe he’s real, that Iactuallyhave him now.
He stands before me, almost naked, piling his clothes on top of mine. Then hefinallyclimbs on the back seat of our Grand Cherokee. Thank fuck. For a second, I thought I’d have to drag him. He stays in the middle of the seat, eyes on mine as if he was absolutely fascinated by me.
“Lie on your back,” I say, leaning into the car and helping his legs on top of the seat.
I can only grin as I climb onto the back seat and close the door behind me. We’re suddenly in absolute silence, no longer caressed by the cool desert breeze. His slow breathing is all I hear while I hover over him, kneeling between his legs. I roll one of my lip rings as I stare up and down Killien’s body, taking him in.
He’s so damn gorgeous. I adore the cluster of freckles on top of his shoulders. I want to kiss them one by one. And the little trail of ginger hairs that gets lost in his boxers makes his abs much more enticing. All he does is watch me, waiting patiently for me to make the next move.
After a long sigh, I lean forward and claim his lips. We get lost in a kiss that feels absolutely surreal, sending a wave of ticklesdown my spine. How many times have I dreamed of doing this? For how many years have I wondered what his tongue would feel like wrestling mine? Somehow, I still can’t believe it’s real. Not even as I let my body rest on top of his, our chests heaving against one another.
His hard cock meets mine through the soft fabric of our boxers, which has him hissing into my mouth. Both of his hands cup my face, moving along with my head when I tilt it to kiss him deeper. His touch makes me bristle as my stomach flutters, and the softness and burn of his skin seems unreal as I grind my hips against his.
Killien’s fingers travel down my back; soft, reverent, exploring. He has never touched me like this before, as if he’s mapping every inch of my skin. I moan into our kiss, reveling in his gentle caress. For the first time in my life, I don’t want to shy away from someone else’s loving touch. This time, it’s coming exactly from the person I want. The tender side of myself is only for him to see, only for him to possess. It has always been.
I’m his. I’m all his. And he’s fucking mine.
I let my hands explore his body, slowly and gently, like he does with mine. The warmth between us seems to intensify with each passing second, making my cock leak once more. Being so close to him, doing the things I thought were impossible for most of my life, is more than enough to make me lose control. Killien grabs one of my ass cheeks roughly, which makes me gasp in surprise into his lips as he breaks our kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers into my ear, a wave of shivers running down my entire body. “Touching you feels amazing, Damien . . . I can’t believe this took so long.”
I laugh, unable to hold it back, staring down into his glowing amber eyes. “If you keep saying shit like that, I’ll come in my pants again.”
Killien groans and pulls my hips down harder, his fingers digging painfully into my butt cheek. “Good, because I want to watch you come for me over and over again.”
Oh. My. God.
