Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(62)

All of these feelings are beyond overwhelming.

Beautiful, yet completely terrifying.

Letting out a soft hum under his breath, his lips graze along my jaw. “I didn’t want to disturb you,” he begins to say, returning his lips to mine, and kissing me tenderly. “I know you were sleeping, and that you were safe with them,” he breathes, cradling the nape of my neck with his hand. “But… I couldn’t sleep without you.”

My heart feels so full.

Pushing him onto his back, I pull his sweatpants down his masculine thighs. He kicks them off before I straddle his waist, reaching behind me to work his cock with my hand. He’s already throbbing for me, the tip already slick with pre-cum.

“For all these years, I’ve been waiting for this,” he groans heavily, twitching out of sheer desperation in my grasp. I stroke him faster, and he squirms beneath me. “For you—”

He swats my hand away and impatiently fists his cock, positioning the tip at my entrance. Suddenly, he lowers me onto his thickness, bucking his hips at the same time.

I cry out to him, digging my nails into his broad shoulders. “Oh,” I gasp, completely filled with him. Every. Delicious. Inch.

He presses his fingertips into my thighs, aggressively, and I wince. From the pressure, I’m sure he’ll be leaving bruises on my skin.

More reminders of his captivating, yet ruthless touch.

Until he reaches up and takes hold of the back of my head, bringing me closer to him. Our lips collide in a feverish kiss, and he gives up every ounce of control. Something I’m far from used to when it comes to him.

Moving my hips, I slowly begin to ride him, as a soft moan catches in my throat. Running his tattooed fingers through my hair, he holds me carefully. As if I’m a delicate piece of glass, he’s trying not to break.

Although… you can’t break the already broken.

Before I can make sense of it, he grabs the hem of my hoodie and yanks it over my head. He pulls off my sports bra next, and cups my breasts with his hands. His eyes widen with a look of appreciation. Affection.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he breathlessly lets out, staring up into my eyes, tracing my puckered nipples with his thumbs. “Ride me, baby. Yeah. Just like that,” he praises in a gruff tone, grabbing my waist and rocking me onto him faster. “Goddamn, Quinn. Your pretty little pussy has a vice grip on my cock. Can you feel it?”

I whimper, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as I roll my hips.

“Tell me,” he sharply breathes, reaching between my thighs, working my clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Yes,” I choke out, already at the brink of my orgasm. “God, yes—”

“What did I tell you, little Quinn?” he taunts, his voice low. Tight. “You won’t find your God here,” he grits out, bringing me down forcefully as I bounce on his hard, thick cock. “Not with me… And especially not while I’m this deep inside of you.”

“Oh, fuck,” I blurt out, rocking my hips as my clit swells beneath his touch. “Yes,” I encourage, my legs tensing, back arching. He works me slower, his thumb now coated in my juices. “Yes. Just like that. Keep going, please—” My body stiffens for a moment, until I jerk forward, overstimulated as my climax swallows me whole.

My jaw drops as I let out a muffled sob of astonishment. He rotates his thumb in slow, careful circles over my swollen clit, and I become feral. Needing more, I begin riding his cock in sheer desperation.

“Goddamn… Look at you,” he worships, teeth bared. “You’re doing so good. Keep going for me, baby.”

Sinking down onto his long length, he fills me almost completely. My inner walls grip him tightly, spasming around him as another wave of my orgasm rips through me.

“That’s it,” he groans, squeezing my ass, urging me to continue in a slow, steady rhythm. Rocking back and forth, I rest my palms on his chest to keep myself upright. Sensing my fatigue from the overpowering sensations that have just rocked through me, he gently caresses my skin, his fingertips grazing along my hips. “You got this, princess.”

“I—I can’t,” I murmur. “I can’t take it. It’s too much—”

Without warning, he flips us over until I’m on my back. I’m pinned down by his masculine body, lying motionless beneath him. He enters me hard, stealing my breath away. I let out a choked sob, locking my legs around his waist.

Damien pulls out nearly all the way, before pushing back in. Over and over. His thrusts are powerful, yet tender. Grabbing my thigh, he brings the back of my knee over his hip, spreading my legs wider. This only seems to give him more access. Tracing my fingertips on his skin, glistening with sweat, I can’t help but swoon, diving deeper into my feelings.

He’s so beautiful.

Slipping his arms beneath my head, he grips the mattress, leaning down to press his lips against my neck. “Oh, fuck,” he grits out, grinding his pelvis against mine. I take his firm ass in my hands and guide him down harder. “I could stay here, in this moment, forever.”

“Me too,” I breathlessly whisper, tightly shutting my eyes.

“Quinn,” he moans beside my ear. “Oh…Quinn. What the fuck have you done to the monster inside of me?”

My heart hammers, and just like that, I’m right there.