Pressing against his side to help relieve the ache, his cooler skin doing little to ease the burning pressure, she traveled down his chest, her hand and mouth exploring his ridged abdomen before coming into contact with the seeping head of his straining cock.
“Oh God,” she moaned as she opened and took just the smooth, bulbous head into her mouth, her tongue lapping up the drops of pre-cum oozing from his slit before moistly stroking over the soft, mushroom cap. Reaching down, she cupped his sac, rolled his balls in her palm as she concentrated solely on the crown of his cock, her tongue slipping beneath the rim to caress the sensitive flesh hidden there. The slow warming of his skin was her first clue that he was rousing. The soft moan rumbling from his chest was the second, and the wide hand grasping her nape to hold her head still was her third. Tense with arousal and trepidation, she worked her mouth on his cockhead as she waited for him to decide how this would end.
Damien specifically put himself in the death sleep so he wouldn’t be bombarded with thoughts and images of Abby, wouldn’t be kept awake from the never ending, constantly growing lust for her. Yet here he was, dreaming her soft body was plastered against him, her pointed nipples burning his side, her small foot wreaking havoc with his senses as she explored his lower extremities.
It wasn’t until he felt her mouth around his cock that he realized she had done what no other human could have possibly done, broken through the death sleep. That tenacity he had so admired and loved about her was going to prove to be the undoing of one of them, but he hoped to God it was him and not her. Anger quickly suffused him as he realized the tenuous position she had put him in. His body was so primed, so eager for him to claim her as she thought she wanted, he was past the point of turning her away. This stunt of hers coming on the heels of her week-long teasing antics followed by her refusal to accept what he was willing to give, was the final catalyst before the storm. Maybe it was time he gave her exactly what she was asking for.
Reaching over, he snapped on the small bedside lamp, bathing the room in an amber glow and shedding just enough light for him to see her clearly. Smart girl, he thought as she ignored his wakening and slowly slid her mouth down his rigid length, engulfing as much of him as she could. The pleasure of feeling the wet, warm suction of her lips and the orgasm inducing swirls of her tongue was hard to ignore, but calling on the implacable resolve she so lamented while reining in his anger over the impossible corner she had backed him into gave him the strength to do just that. He took a moment more to enjoy her mouth, letting her think this was going her way, then gripped her arm and flipped her under him with one, very fast, very smooth move.
Startled, wary blue eyes stared up at him but did nothing to deter him now that she had set him on this course. “You should’ve heeded my warnings, bebe. Now that you’ve woken the beast, there’ll be no going back.” Not giving her a chance to reply, his mouth swooped down and took those still damp lips in a deep, hard kiss, his body pinning hers to the bed, exerting his mastery over her without qualm. She fervently kissed him back, as he expected her to, her tongue dueling with his as her lips moved under the onslaught of his without reservation.
The feel of all that bare, damp flesh under him, hard as rock nipples stabbing him, soft, damp pubic hair bristling against his cock, sent his fired up senses soaring even higher, the molten lava rushing through his veins getting hotter as the urge to simply take went primal. Pulling away, he quickly flipped her over and landed several hard swats to her delectable ass before instructing, “Kneel up and grab the headboard.”
Abby wasted no time obeying his command even though she shivered at his hard tone and the even harder look in his nearly obsidian eyes. She had come too close to getting what she wanted to back down now, even though there was a small part of her that wanted to do just that. In all her sexual encounters with Damien, no matter how angry he appeared to be that she had pushed him past his comfort zone, he had always kept a tight leash on his emotions, which allowed him to hold back physically from her. Now, what she saw on his face, in those dark eyes, was a blaze of such strong emotions, she wasn’t sure either of them was going to come out of this unscathed.
Grabbing the top bar of the antique brass head rail, Abby held her breath as she waited to see what he would do. When she felt him kneel behind her, saw his large hands come around her sides to cup her breasts, she couldn’t help but arch into them, her ass automatically shifting back to come into direct contact with his cock. “Damien,” she whispered achingly, her need to feel him inside her obliterating all other thought.
“Not yet, Abby. I’ll say when, and how.” Those soft buttocks cradling his hard length sealed his decision on how to take her and it was all he could do to hold himself back from plunging between those two heart-shaped globes with all the finesse of a rutting bull. Reaching over to the drawer in the night stand, he retrieved the lube and vibrator he had removed from his room in order to keep Abby from finding them and getting any ideas. So much for well laid plans, he thought ruefully, as he once again resented the way she had manipulated him into this corner. He would never intentionally hurt her, but he wasn’t above teaching her a lesson.
His dark tone didn’t welcome argument and looking at the objects he dropped beside her, Abby’s mouth went so dry she couldn’t have said anything anyway. While she had a vibrator at home, she had never imagined using it with someone else present and when Damien spread her cheeks and ran a rough finger over her anus, she had no doubt about what the lube was for.
“Uh, Damien, I don’t think I want…”
Damien turned her face towards him by bunching her hair in his fist. Scowling down at her, he stated harshly, “But I do want, Abrielle, and you’re the one who insisted I quit holding back, that I fuck you with no holds barred. Change your mind?”
Abby scowled at the challenge and the triumph she saw reflected on his face and wasn’t about to let her innocent misgivings stop her now. “No.” Rubbing her ass over his groin, she added, “Take me however you want, now, in here, with no one else around.”
Not even the stark reminder that there wasn’t anyone near in case he got out of control was enough to stop him now. Taking her mouth again, he rolled her nipples between his fingers before pulling them straight out and releasing them with a plop, her moan of pleasure in his mouth proof that she enjoyed that little bite of pain on her tender flesh.
Moving back, he grabbed her hips and pulled them out further, using his knee to spread hers wider. Running his palm over the soft roundness of her buttocks, he slowly, sensuously explored her ass, alternating squeezing and caressing the malleable flesh, heightening her arousal while lulling her into a false sense of complacency, taking his time in order to keep from taking her too hard, too fast, even though the urge to do just that was growing stronger with each second.
Her bowed body went pliant, her moans soft and accepting and he could smell her arousal, feel it when he stroked a finger down her crack, over her small puckered ho
le before lightly grazing her damp slit. Now that she was relaxed, it was time to shake her up a bit. Lifting his hand, he brought it down on her right buttock, the slap hard, her cry startled. Not giving her time to become adjusted to the change of pace, he slapped her other cheek, just as hard, then set up a steady barrage meant to both shake her up and fire her up. Slipping his arm under her, he held her gyrating hips still so he could pepper her ass with fast, sharp smacks meant to redden, to sting and to arouse.
Abby cried out again, the fast volley of unrelenting, painful slaps that quickly turned into the most exquisite pleasure making her head swim. Her buttocks felt hot and puffy, much like the way her pussy felt, her need to feel him inside her, fucking her, growing with each blow until she was pleading, “Please, please,” over and over in a litany of need.
Damien prayed for restraint as he left off her ass, uncapped the lube and liberally coated two fingers. Spreading her red buttocks, he leaned over her as he slowly inserted his fingers past her tight sphincter. “You wanted this, remember that. God, Abby, you’re so tight you’re cramping my fingers.”
“Which means you won’t fit, Damien,” she tried one more time to dissuade him from introducing her to something she had no experience with nor any desire to try even though the feel of his fingers in her ass was having a strange effect on her. Her pussy was filling with cream, spasming in protest against its emptiness, all from the slow, deep strokes of his fingers in her ass that felt….exquisite.
“I’ll fit,” he ground out. “But I need you with me. Admit it. This,” he pulled back then slowly entered her again, “feels good. Different, but good.” Not giving her a chance to reply, he moved his other hand down between her legs to cup her pussy, her juices pooling in his palm. “Your pussy doesn’t lie, little one. Here.” Picking up the dildo, he waited until she took one hand off the slat and took it before instructing, “You concentrate on your pussy and I’ll concentrate on your ass. Deal?”
Abby nodded because there was no denying her body’s response just as there was no denying the look on Damien’s face that said he wasn’t backing down.
Damien waited until she was rubbing the vibrator against her pussy, waited until she inserted it just a little, waited until she switched it on and held it strategically against her clit, waited until she was crying out in pleasure, jerking against the invading phallus and lost in the throes of her climax, before spreading her ass and sinking his well lubed cock into her rectum. His body shook with the effort to go slow, to stretch her untried channel inch by inch, but the feel of her pussy contracting in pleasure was simply too much. With one steady push, he embedded himself in the hot confines of her ass, her body bowing with acceptance his only saving grace.
“Tell me you’re with me,” he ground out as he held himself still by a slim thread and fought the nearly overwhelming urge to pound into her as he pinned her with his fangs buried in her neck.
Abby barely heard him through the rush of her orgasm, the pleasure overtaking all of her senses. Not even the brief flare of pain as he entered her fazed her or diminished the ecstasy that was swamping her with the need for more. She nodded, the dark hunger in his red tinted eyes as he looked down at her sending a thrill of both fear and excitement through her.
Her look was all he needed. Damien grabbed her hips and pulled back until just his crown was embedded in her ass. Pausing a moment, he waited until she shifted then pushed back against him before entering her fully again, this time her body accepting him easier. Each stroke loosened her up more just as each stroke drove him closer and closer to the edge. Shoving her hand with the dildo aside, he replaced it with his own, needing to feel the silken walls of her pussy as she came. A few deep plunges of his fingers had her contracting again and as she gushed with the onset of another climax, he switched to her clit, milking the small engorged bud as he took her ass with harder, deeper plunges.
By the time she was coming down from her second climax, he was taking her as he needed to, thrusting faster and faster as he struggled to keep his predator side under control. The closer he came to climax, the more he wanted to sink his fangs into her neck, draw on her essence until the ecstasy of her taste was all he knew. Thankfully, he maintained enough of his sanity to resist taking that final step, settling for the pleasure of fucking her without holding anything back except his bite. By the time his balls drew taut and he was spewing his seed deep inside her rectum, she was screaming out her third orgasm.
Once wasn’t enough and as soon as his mind cleared enough for him to act, Damien flipped her over and plunged his still erect cock into her spasming pussy. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned her arms above her head and glared down into her flushed face, her chest heaving as her pussy contracted around his dick. “I hope you slept well last night, cherie, because we’ve just begun.” Like a demon possessed, he proceeded to take her pussy the way he had wanted to take her ass, with hard, forceful strokes, pounding into her slick flesh over and over. Her whispered ‘yes’ and the feel of her legs circling his back was reassuring and the way she lifted eagerly to meet each thrust was all he needed to know that he wasn’t crossing an unforgiveable line.
The bed squeaked with their animalistic fucking, their harsh breaths mingling as he kept his face just above hers, his body pinning hers to the mattress as he drove into her slick flesh over and over. Unable to resist taking just a sample, he nipped her plump lower lip with his incisor then quickly lapped up the small bead of blood, soothing the pain. His head roared with the need for more, to glutton himself on her rich taste, but he resisted that temptation by looking down into her trusting eyes, a trust he was determined he wouldn’t betray. By the time they were both convulsing in mind numbing pleasure, Damien knew he was going to have to confront Isabelle again if he wanted a future with Abrielle, and he didn’t want anything more at that moment than to fully complete the mating ritual and make Abby his in every way. But for Abby’s sake, he had to come to terms with his past before he could take that final step, because facing Isabelle alone, like he must do, could very well mean his death, and it would be easier for Abby to move on with her life, should that happen, if they weren’t blood-bonded.