Chapter 47

Chapter 11:

Trisha’s P.O.V

Damien sat up on the bed with me still straddling him; his hands wrapped around my body to bring me closer to him. It was like every cell in my body came back to screaming life. If possible, this felt even better than the first kiss we shared that night with the castle burning behind us. It felt like I’d take my first breath of fresh air after an eon.

I wound my hands at his nape, bringing our bodies even closer. Damien bit down on my lip with his fangs, hard enough to make me gasp, but not enough to make me bleed and then he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth, tasting every corner and battling my tongue for dominance. Tugging hard on my hair, he pulled my head back on a groan and then he trailed hot, wet kisses down my throat, past my collar bone and just above my breasts.

We were both being impatient, as if trying to make up for all the time we had lost. Each touch was a bit rushed; each caress a bit hasty but I was fine with that. I pulled his head back to mine and joined our lips together again, this time I took over and explored his mouth with my tongue.

I felt Damien’s hands release my hair to trail down my back, and then he brought his hands to my front and ripped my shirt all the way down and tugged it away from my body. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath the top, so my upper body was now completely bare to his gaze. I pulled away from him, gasping in deep breaths as I felt his erection against my stomach and my hands instantly went to buttons of his shirt. Damien helped me tug it off of his body once all the buttons were undone and then he threw it behind him, adding to the pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

I went to lower my head to his but he stopped me. “I want to see you.” He said, lifting me up from his lap and setting me down on the ground. “Strip.” His voice was rough with desire and if I hadn’t been in equal hurry to be with him, I would’ve had a good comeback.

I was breathing hard with my heart beating a mile an hour and when I felt Damien’s eyes on my chest, following the rise and fall of it with his gaze; I felt it like an actual caress against my skin. A shiver ran down my spine as my nipples pebbled to stiff peaks against the cool air and I clenched my thighs as my inner muscles quivered in heat. One look. One damn look was all it took for me to go weak in the knees. But that single searing look was what I had waited for more than a century. That single look filled with open desire and admiration…and only for me.

Slowly I brought my hands to the fly of my jeans and unbuttoned the first button. I took my sweet time pulling down the zipper and even longer as I tugged the jeans down my hips and down my legs, making sure to bend lower so my breasts fell forward, putting on a display for him alone. Damien’s eyes followed my every move hungrily. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and it drove away any remaining traces of nervousness I felt. Removing the pants, I threw them to the side and stood up with deliberate lethargy, roaming my hands up my body as I did so. I was now standing in front of him in just my black lacy underwear that didn’t leave anything to the imagination and I was sure it was driving him mad.

“You plan on torturing me, don’t you?” He asked, his eyes a dark emerald I’d never seen before as he looked up into my eyes from the bed.

“You asked for it.” I smirked, feeling confident and hella wicked.

But it lasted a whole of two seconds before he too, stood up from the bed and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. But he didn’t waste time; instead he pulled down the fly and tugged down both his pants and his briefs, revealing his rock hard erection while I stood there gaping at the sight of his glorious body.

His body was a glorious with porcelain white skin and rigid muscles in all the right places. His abdomen was taunt and his shaft was pulsating with desire. It was so thick and long that I wanted to take it into my mouth, feel the salt of his desire on my lips, and make him feel just as crazy as I felt for him. He was just so perfect in every way; it was hard to take my eyes away from him.

“Your turn.” His voice snapped me out of my ogling and I watched as he motioned towards my panties.

Deciding not to torture the both of us any further, I hooked my thumbs on the elastic band of my panties and tugged it down all the way, bending to get it out of my legs. When I came up, we were both bare to the skin, naked and vulnerable than we had ever been. His eyes lit with amusement a second later and I knew what he was going to say even before he said it. “You’re still blonde down there.” He said, eyeing the patch of curls at the apex of my thighs.

“What’d you expect me to do? Dye every hair in my body?” Although the comment was meant to be snapped out, his eyes on my body was making me breathless. I had to clench my thighs together as heat pooled between my legs and my hands itched to cover myself my from his intense gaze. But I held my ground as I faced Damien; after all, I needed to be confident to take on the vampire King and this wasn’t the first time he had seen me naked.

Damien’s figure blurred in front of me and the next thing I know, he had me pinned under him on the bed with his large body straddling my thighs. I gasped when I felt Damien’s erection on my stomach and then Damien had taken my mouth in a thunder of a kiss that made my toes curl and mind go numb.

I was no virgin; I’ve had my fair share of lovers in the two hundred plus years that I’ve been alive and yet, everything with Damien felt like the first time. Everything was like a new experience; every kiss felt different, every touch made my heart pound harder and every time Damien looked into my eyes I was left breathless.

Damien broke the kiss once again to explore my body. His hands went to my breasts and somehow, I fit into his palms like I was made for him. He bit down on one nipple, hard enough to draw blood and then suckled on that breast gently, soothing the hurt and making my back arch off the bed in pleasure.

His touch left me devastated; left me craving for more and also made me feel like I was about to burst open from the onslaught of sensation. One hundred and seventy two years. I’ve waited for this moment for nearly two centuries and I never wanted this moment to end. I was ready for him; I wanted to be one with him and I wanted it now! It felt like if I waited any longer, the moment would pass and I would no longer be able to hold him.

“Please, Damien!” I told him as I tugged his head back to me with a grip around his shoulders.

“Yes?” He groaned as he settled between my thighs, the blunt head of him right at my most delicate folds.

“Yes!” I brought my head up for a kiss just as Damien entered me and with the slightest effort, he was buried deep within me, filling me up like never before.

A scream tore from me as my back arched off the mattress and my mind went blank for a few instances. Pleasure and pain of the best kind. When I came to, Damien was moving inside me with slow and steady thrusts and in that moment, I felt complete. Like we were two pieces of a puzzle that finally fit together, like we were two halves of a whole. In that moment everything felt right.

“I love you.” I whispered the words, or maybe I didn’t, I couldn’t tell, I was too lost in the sensation of his skin moving against mine in the most intimate of embraces to comprehend anything else.

He thrust in and out of me at a steady rhythm, slow at first and then gradually increasing the pace. His cock was hard and pulsing inside of me and making me moan his name as he groaned out. His hands were on either side of my head and his fists were clenched so hard on the covers that I knew he was riding the same sensations as I was. I could feel my orgasm build in the pit of my stomach, ready to take me over the edge. I matched his rhythm by undulating my hips in tune with his thrusts while my orgasm build, reaching its highest peak before crashing down on me in waves.

He suddenly stopped mid-thrust and arched his back, his head thrown back to expose the slender column of his throat as he rode out his orgasm by groaning out my name and the world shattered in a million pieces around me. I saw stars behind my closed lids, like I was crashing through the sky in a freefall and I didn’t want to be saved. Was this what it really felt like to be one with the person you love? Was this what they meant by being on cloud nine?

Damien collapsed on top of me and held me in his arms as I quivered from my release, and then we drifted off into a peaceful slumber in each other’s arms with nothing else in mind but our love. Everything else could wait.