Chapter 52 – Lost in the Feeling (Damian’s POV)
Chapter 52 – Lost in the Feeling (Damian’s POV)
I broke the kiss, both of us panting. Ivy’s eyes were heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed. That damned robe was hanging off one shoulder, barely closed. I ran my nose along the column of her throat, inhaling deeply. “You drive me crazy,” I growled, nipping at the sensitive spot below her ear. She shuddered in my arms and I felt a fierce surge of triumph knowing I caused that. “You know that, Ivy?”
She didn’t reply in words, but a breathy moan escaped her lips. The sound wrecked what little restraint I had left. My wolf was clawing at me, urging me to claim her. I couldn’t stop myself from feasting on her skin—licking, sucking down the side of her neck to her shoulder. I latched onto the juncture of her neck and shoulder and bit just hard enough to make her cry out. Not the true mate mark, but a preview.
“Damian!” She yelped my name, nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. Her tone held shock... and a pleading note. The scent of her sudden spike of arousal slammed into me. She liked that. The realization almost snapped my self-control entirely.
I yanked the offending satin robe open. The knot gave with little resistance—she must have tied it loosely on purpose, the minx. Warm golden skin greeted me, curves and valleys I’d explored before but could never get enough of. My gaze drank in the full swells of her breasts, the way they rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Pink nipples already pebbling under the cool air and my heated stare. A growl of approval rumbled from my chest.
“Bed,” I grunted, voice thick as I grabbed her hips. In one swift move, I hoisted her up. Ivy instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist with a little gasp. Her wide eyes met mine, surprise there—maybe she wasn’t used to my strength even now. I smirked and captured her lips again as I carried her the few steps to the bed.
We crashed down onto the mattress, me on top of her. The old frame creaked under our combined weight, but I didn’t give a damn if it broke. I was lost in the feel of her body beneath me, the heat of her core pressing against the bulge straining my pants.
Ivy squirmed, her hands suddenly on my chest, pushing my shirt up. “Off,” she demanded between ragged breaths, surprising me with her urgency. Her eyes burned with need now, belying that aloof façade from moments before. “Take this off.”
A low chuckle escaped me—she was just as desperate as I was. “Yes, ma’am,” I said roughly and tore at my buttons. I was too impatient; a few went flying. Ivy actually let out a husky little laugh at that and it made my heart flip. Fuck, I loved that sound.
I tossed the ruined shirt aside. Ivy’s hands were instantly on my bare torso, roaming over my chest and shoulders as if she couldn’t get enough. Her nails scraped lightly, sending sparks of pleasure across my skin. My cock twitched, and I pressed my hips down between her thighs, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me.
She moaned, arching up. “Damian...”
Hearing my name like that on her lips—breathless, needy—something inside me snapped. Enough teasing. I needed to feel her, fill her, now.
I reached between us and yanked her silky panties down her thighs, nearly ripping them in my haste. She lifted her hips to help, tossing them aside. Immediately I slid my hand between her legs, seeking that slick heat. I groaned at what I found: she was soaked. Her pussy was drenched, hot and ready. “Always so wet for me,” I murmured in awe, rubbing a finger through her folds.
Ivy whimpered, hips bucking when my thumb grazed her clit. “Shut up,” she managed, but it was a half-hearted jab. Her defiance was fading fast under the onslaught of pleasure. I circled that sensitive bundle again deliberately slowly, enjoying how her thighs trembled around my hand.
“You act like you don’t want this,” I rasped, eyes locked on her face. “But your body tells a different story, Ivy.”
She opened her mouth—probably to curse me out—but I chose that moment to thrust a finger inside her. Her retort dissolved into a strangled cry. She was so tight and warm around my finger, my cock strained painfully wanting that sensation. I pumped slowly, adding a second finger, scissoring to stretch her a bit. I needed her ready for me, though her slickness made it easy.
“Damian... please,” she whined, tossing her head back. Her hair fanned across the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as I finger-fucked her. Beautiful. And all mine. The thought sent pride and possessiveness surging through me. I leaned down to suck a nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue as I curled my fingers just so inside her.
She practically screamed, her back arching off the bed. “Fuck! Oh—”
I growled in approval, releasing her breast with a wet pop. “That’s it. Let go for me.” I could tell she was close; her inner walls fluttered around my fingers. But I wouldn’t let her come this way. I wanted to be buried inside her when she did.
Reluctantly I withdrew my hand. Ivy moaned at the loss, blinking up at me, dazed. I made quick work of my belt and zipper, shoving my pants and boxers down just enough to free my cock. It sprang out, hard and aching, pre-cum pearling at the tip. Ivy’s gaze dropped down between us and her eyes widened slightly. A flash of apprehension, then raw desire crossed her face.
I gave myself one stroke, positioning at her entrance. The broad head of my cock rubbed against her wet folds and we both hissed at the sensation. So good. I gritted my teeth, fighting not to slam into her in one go. She was small compared to me; I didn’t want to hurt her. Not after all the hurt I’d caused before.
But damn, this was going to be an adventure!