Chapter 56

Trisha’s P.O.V

That night, Damien and I held our reception in the ship’s deck with everyone on deck having the time of their lives as we celebrated our union. Lucas and Rose seemed to be enjoying themselves a bit too much and it did raise some eyebrows, but in a good way.

If Rose and Lucas decide to be together, I would be really happy for them. They had both been through a lot in their lives and they deserved their happiness.

Neema seemed ecstatic as he danced away with the crew, so much so that I almost missed his bedtime. But I guess, skipping bedtime for one day wouldn’t hurt, right? This was further from the calm before the storm. This was us coming together to celebrate one small victory. And even though I was a bit worried about the amount of pastries he had consumed today and skipped his bedtime, I was willing to let it slide just this once.

It was a beautiful star filled night and the ocean was quiet for the most part. I was enjoying the view when Damien pointed out that I should finally put Neema to bed and retire to our room as it was almost midnight. Agreeing with him, I took Neema to his room and got him changed into his PJ’s and the moment his head hit the pillows, he was out like a light bulb.

I couldn’t help but smile at that adorable face. “Goodnight, my baby.” Placing a kiss on his cheeks, I pulled the covers over him and let him sleep, heading to my room, to Damien.

*

“Thank you.” Damien said afterwards, when we were in the privacy of our room and the entire crew was still celebrating the wedding, getting drunk like there was no tomorrow.

“You know what this means right? Till death do us part?” I asked him.

Damien’s eyes widened at the implication. “Trisha, no-“

“It’s my decision, Damien. It’s my choice.” I told him firmly as Damien shook his head in denial.

But my mind was made up. It was my choice who I live with and I’m choosing not to live without Damien. If the Elder’s are Hell bent on an execution, then they’ll have to make it two.

“But enough of that tonight.” I told him when he would’ve spoken. “It’s our wedding night, Damien. And I don’t want any more discussions of the past or the future to ruin the moment.”

Thankful that I had changed out of my expensive wedding gown into a much simpler dress for the reception at the deck; I reached behind me to pull down the zipper, pushed the sleeves off my shoulders and let the white silk pool at my feet, leaving me bare for his eyes alone.

Those emerald orbs came to life, glowing from within with the colour of his desire. Damien made quick work of his coat and threw it onto a nearby chair. He his hands went to his fly, but I stopped him.

“Let me please you tonight.” I said, kneeling down in front of him and unbuckling his belt.

Damien moved his hands out of the way and I pulled down the zipper, moving his pants down his hips along with his underwear. He was hard already.

Nervously, I took his shaft into my hand and squeezed oh-so-slightly before bringing my lips down on him, tasting the tip of his shaft by a flick of my lips.

“Trisha!” Damien groaned, throwing his head back as one of his hands came to the back of my head and his fingers twisted in my hair. I felt him harden further, so I slid my fist up and down his length in a slow, lazy rhythm that was bound to drive his crazy.

He groaned again and his hand tightened in my hair, urging me forward; so I complied.

Bringing my head forward, I took his shaft into my mouth, tasting the salt of him. I slid it in an inch and looked up at him through my lashes. Damien’s head was still thrown back, but his neck and shoulders were taunt with strain. He was trying to hold back to his best effort.

Well…too bad. Because I wanted to watch him lose control tonight.

Taking in another inch of him, I sucked in my cheeks and his groan sounded loud and clear, reverberating through the room. His hand tightened on my hair once more, but he didn’t pull back. That was encouragement enough.

I held onto the base of his shaft and pulled my head back almost to the tip of him, before sucking in more of him. I found a rhythm, sucking in and out…in and out. The veins in his shaft got thicker as he grew even harder, pulsating in my mouth. I could taste the salt of him more…he was so close.

But seeing him this turned on and out of control had exhilaration running through my veins. I could feel my core throbbing from neglect as I moved my free hand down to my womanhood and found myself soaking wet. Without thinking, I inserted two fingers inside of me and followed the rhythm, moaning low in my throat at the sensation as my stomach clenched with need.

Damien tugged my head back suddenly, a groan escaping his mouth as mine left his cock…and then he came all over my chest, his hand shooting out to hold onto the wall for balance.

His chest was heaving as he took in deep breaths and before I knew it, he had me against the wall, lifting me up with his hand on my butt-cheeks and then he was at my core, the blunt head of his cock rubbing against my entrance. One firm thrust and he was buried to the hilt inside of me, making me scream in a pleasure so good, it felt equivalent to pain.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms going around his neck to claw at his shoulders while Damien slammed into me over and over. His teeth were gritted shut and his hold on me was none too gentle, but it was exactly what I wanted right then. Hard and fast and rough.

I matched his pace, just as hard and felt the pleasure building in my stomach. NO! I wanted to last longer! I wanted more! But at the same time, I wanted that euphoria of pleasure. I wanted to feel him buried so deep inside me that there was no way of telling where I ended and he began. I wanted Damien with all my being!

“Damien!” I screamed his name, clutching onto him and he understood.

Quickening his pace, another groan left his lips as he buried his head in between my breasts. And just when I thought this couldn’t get any better…I felt his fangs pierce the side of my breast, driving me straight to the edge of insanity before my would fractured into shards of color and light.

“Trisha!” Damien screamed, removing his fangs from me as his seed spilled inside of me, engulfing me in warmth inside and out.

“Damien…” I called out to him, feeling my nails dig into his shoulders, hard enough to draw blood as I rode the high of my orgasm. It spammed through me in waves as I quivered in his embrace.

The next instant, I was lying on the bed, on top of Damien as we both struggled to catch our breath as perspiration beaded our bodies.

“Wow…” I whispered hoarsely. “That was…”

“Intense?” Damien whispered back, his voice just as hoarse.

“I was about to say, different, but yeah…”

I laid my head on his chest, feeling the erratic beat of his heart when I felt him harden inside me once again.

“Again?” I asked, raising my head to look up at his face.

The damn devil had the nerve to smirk. “Yes.”

And I wasn’t complaining, not after the time I just had.