Damien (Slater Brothers #5)(9)

“Damien!” I cried and desperately tried to shut my legs, but he didn’t let me. “Why are you sniffin’ me? Oh, God! Do you have a weird fetish or somethin’?”

He chuckled but didn’t move a muscle other than when he stopped me from wriggling.

“No,” he mused. “I’m savouring how you smell because it’s damn good.”

If I ever spoke to him again after this, it would be too soon.

“This is indecent!” I stated, my entire face burning. “You can’t just … Damien!”

The first flick of his hot, wet tongue was unexpected, and oh so delicious.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God.”

“Pray to whoever you want, freckles. No one can save you from me now.”

With that said, he began to lick and suck on my pussy lips, then he used his tongue to part them. I felt myself go cross-eyed, and it was all I could do not to buck my hips in his face. His tongue slid up the trail of slick heat until he curled it around my clit and gifted me with a sensation I never knew existed.

I reached down with my hand, tangled my fingers in his hair, and held on for dear life.

He applied pressure as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, and the action sucked the air out of me. It was too much sensation—too much of a new sensation—for my body to handle. I couldn’t lie still, so Damien hooked his arms around my thighs and applied heavy-handed pressure on them, which helped to keep me in place.

“Dame, Dame, Dame, Dame,” I panted as my breathing turned irregular. “Oh!”

His response was to shake his head from side to side rapidly, flicking his tongue over my clit as he moved. It sent shocks of bliss shooting up my spine.

“Oh God!” I shouted at the new sensation of pure desire it brought. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!”

I screamed for only a second before I sucked in air, holding it in my lungs as mounting pleasure suddenly caused my thighs to quiver with anticipation. For a second, I felt a sharp sensation close to pain and then numbness, before a thrashing of what I could only describe as Heaven washed over me. Then a throbbing of delight exploded through me. My muscles contracted in response as if they were cheering on the sensation that curled around them.

I released the breath I was holding when my lungs demanded I do so. I didn’t even realise I had closed my eyes, but I couldn’t open them if I wanted to, so it didn’t even matter. My limbs became lax as all traces of energy fled, and it was all I could do not to fall asleep.

“You’re so beautiful, freckles.” Damien’s voice rasped as he parted my thighs farther apart. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable.”

That was the only warning he gave me before my insides tensed as they were stretched and invaded. My eyes flew open, and a strangled whimper passed my lips. My hands latched onto Damien’s thick arms as he stilled inside me, and my back arched as a slight pinch of pain cut through my core.

“It’ll pass,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Give it a second.”

He lowered his head and kissed me with so much tenderness and care it was easy to focus on his lips instead of the discomfort. He whispered words of encouragement against my swollen lips and brushed the tip of his nose against mine, then rested his forehead on mine and stared deeply into my eyes.

We were one at that moment.

Before long, I wriggled my hips, pulling a pained groan from Damien who was trying his hardest to remain as still as a statue. I wriggled once more and only felt a slight bit of discomfort, but to my surprise, the pinch of pain had subsided completely. The second I hummed, Damien took it as a green light to move. When he withdrew slowly and thrust back in, my muscles tightened.

It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t exactly feel good either.

“Relax, baby,” he rasped. “You’re squeezing me like a vice.”

“You relax!” I countered. “It feels like a melon is bein’ shoved up me.”

Damien had the nerve to chuckle, and it held my attention, but when he withdrew and thrust back into my body, I allowed my head to fall back against the bed as I moaned. He fell into a rhythm, and it took away my ability to think coherently, let alone speak.

“Christ,” Damien breathed as he lowered his head and planted kisses along my neck. “You feel incredible.”

I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips, hooking my ankles to lock them in place. I couldn’t control how vocal I was, especially when every thrust sent a ripple of shivers through my body and made me hungry for more.

“Oh!” I gasped when a lick of pleasure curled around my inner muscles.

“Yeah,” Damien rasped. “Oh!”

“Keep doin’ that.” I panted. “Oh, keep doin’ that!”

“I couldn’t stop if you paid me,” Damien replied, sweat beading on his forehead.

Fast and hard poundings replaced the slow and gentle thrusts. I dug my fingers into Damien’s flesh when the desire to bite something struck. I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. Like an animal, I leaned forward and latched my teeth onto his neck and bit down. Damien thrust into me so hard in response a resounding slap echoed in the room.

“Fu…ck! Uh, yeah! You’re going to ruin me for any other woman.”

I bloody well hoped so.

“God, I could keep you forever,” he proceeded to say, his voice thick with passion.