Chapter 18 Beneath the blood and silk
The room smelled of cinnamon, the lights were off, and the only thing that lit up the room was the fire from the fireplace. I had changed into a red silk nightdress and lay in bed eating from a plate full of grapes.
Damien had gone out with his soldiers since morning to retrieve Derrick's sister. I had put on a movie, hoping that it would distract me from the danger he had gone into.
It was late already, and he was still not back. I picked up the remote beside me and turned the TV off.
I placed the plate beside me, skipped out of bed, and headed for the door. I opened the door, sticking my head out. Eight of Damien's men stood guard outside. “Have any of you heard from my husband?”
“No, ma'am.” One of them responded curtly.
I sighed; maybe I just needed to take a stroll to get Damien out of my head. I stepped out of the room and shut the door behind me. Immediately, one of the men stepped forward. “The Don had ordered that you are not allowed to step out until his return,” he spoke in the thickest Italian accent.
“I need some air; it's okay, you guys can come along.”
“No ma'am, it's the boss's direct orders,” another one of them spoke.
I looked around; nothing would make them change their mind. “Fine,” I spoke as I turned around and headed back into the bedroom. I lay back in bed, my gaze fixed on the ceiling. A few minutes later, er I heard a subtle knock on the door.
My head turned to face the door. “Who is it?”
My eyes widened as the door opened and Damien stepped in.
My eyes scanned him; my husband's white sleeve was covered in blood, his suit jacket tightly clutched in his hand, and his wavy black hair was messy.
Ironically, ly there was a smile on his face. “Hello, Vita Mia, I have missed you all day.
I quickly slipped out of bed and ran into his arms. He smelled of sweat; the metallic smell of blood filled the air, but he still smelled like home. “Please tell me you saved Derrick’s sister.”
“I did.” He slowly pulled away from me.
I reached for his face, brushing his hair off his forehead. “And Luciano?”
He shook his head. “He won't be a bother anymore.”
My gaze scanned him again. "There's so much blood on you.”
“None of it is mine, Vita mia,” he assured.
I sighed in relief, “That's good.” I moved closer to hug him again, but he quickly took a step back.
I paused. “Babe? What is it?”
He looked down at himself. “You are already stained with blood from hugging me the first time, my love. I don’t want to ruin your beautiful nightdress.”
I reached for my shoulders and slowly slipped the dress off my shoulders, and it landed on the floor, leaving me naked.
His eyes scanned my body. “God, you look breathtaking,” he gasped.
I slowly moved towards him. “You said you didn't want to ruin my dress; well, now I'm naked.” I stood before him. I stood up on my toes to make myself taller as I placed a soft kiss on his neck.
His breathing caught, and his lips touched mine, letting out a shaky breath that vibrated through his chest. “Maybe I should wash off all this blood so that I can hold you,” his voice rasped.
I wrapped my hands around his waist, pressing my chest against his. “I don't care about it, Damien. I miss you. Please, hold me.”
He dropped his jacket immediately and wrapped his hands around me, placing his lips against mine. I leaned into the kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth as he sucked on it passionately. His hands grabbed my ass tightly and then moved up to my back.
“I love you, Charlotte,” he said breathlessly.
“I love you too, Damien.”
He smiled, and with a swift move, he swept me off the floor like I weighed nothing and carried me into the bathroom. He placed my feet gently on the floor, and I immediately began to undo his buttons. Tossing his shirt aside, he reached for his pants and undid his belt, taking them off as well.
His hands pinned on my waist as he pinned me against the cold wall, and I wrapped my hands around his neck, but as he leaned in to kiss me, he froze. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“For being in my life, after a stressful day, it’s nice to come back home to somebody who makes me feel this way.”
I smiled as I pressed my lips against his. “What way?” I whispered against his lips.
“Like the weight of the world is not upon my shoulders, like I know I am loved by the most amazing person in the world, like there's somebody who loves me after all I have done.”
“You don't have the weight of the world on your shoulders yet, and you are loved, Damien .”
I leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek.
He let out a soft groan. “Oh my God, amore mio.” His fingers squeezed me tightly against him as my lips tracked to his neck. “God…” he breathed.
I didn't stop; the sound of his moans made me want to kiss him even more. I pressed my fingers against the skin of his arm as my lips explored his neck.
“Fuck…yes…God, Charlotte,” he said breathlessly. As he spoke, I felt his huge dick push up against me.
My lips travelled to his chest, cleaning it with my tongue. “Oh…God.” His lips rested on the back of my head; he grabbed my hair and lifted my head up to face him. Immediate, ly he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me aggressively.
He pressed me once again on the cold bathroom wall, his hands slipped in between my thighs, lifting one of my legs up, and he slipped his dick into me.
His face twisted into a lewd frown as his dick felt the heat of my warm pussy, his hands wrapped tightly around my neck as he began to thrust, his skin clapping against mine.
I bit my lower lip as his dick pierced my insides.
“Fuck, you are tight,” he breathed, his lips parted slightly, his teeth gritted together, and his brows pinched together in the middle.
As the sensation grew more intense, I shut my eyes, my hands pressed against the bathroom wall behind me.
“Put your hands around my neck,” he instructed. I obeyed, and he lifted my other leg up, spreading both my legs against the wall.
The cunt began to throb as he fucked me, “Oh…God….” My voice trembled, and I shut my eyes again.
“Look at me…..please,” he begged through gritted teeth.
I opened my eyes, watching the lewd expression on his face.
“Say it…say you are mine,” he begged.
“I'm yours… I'm yours, oh…god, I'm fucking yours,” I moaned.
My lips parted, and a loud scream escaped my lips as I reached orgasm. My body convulsed against his, and he stopped thrusting, holding me tight against himself.
“How do you feel?” He asked calmly.
I nodded, unable to speak.
As he gently placed my trembling legs on the ground, I noticed that he was still hard. “You didn't finish,” I breathed.
“I know,” his chest heaved.
“Eight seconds. You have exactly eight seconds to catch your breath,th and then I'm going to fuck you so hard until you forget your own name,”
My legs trembled again, this time not from the sex but from his words.
“Five seconds…”
I swallowed as he began to count down.
“Three…”
Before he could finish counting, I quickly slipped my hands into his and led him into the bedroom. “Vita mia, if you are tired, you can say that.”
I pushed him into the bed and climbed onto his erect dick. “I'm not.”
I spoke as I began to twist my hips on his dick; he squeezed the bedsheets, his eyes closed shut as I moved faster. “Oh...yes...fuck…” he groaned with pleasure.
His hands moved to my waist, caressing my body as it travelled up to my breasts, squeezing them tightly. I bit my lower lip, a soft moan escaping my lips as his fingers played with my nipples. “Oh…God, Damien,” I moaned.
His face turned red. “Oh god…please… I can't...don't stop,” he gasped as my pussy slid against his dick.
My head flung back with pleasure, the sound of his moans sending shivers down my spine, “No…” He said through ragged breaths, “Don't look away from me, Vita mia…” His voice choked, “Look at me…look at what you are doing to me…please….”
I looked back at him, my gaze fixed on his; his hands gripped my thighs so tight his knuckles turned white.
“Yes ....I'm going to cum….” he groaned, and immediately his body convulsed with pleasure as he reached orgasm, and my body followed suit.
His chest heaved, a smile of pleasure playing on his lips. “I love you, vita mia.”
I placed my head on his chest. “I love you as well.”