Chapter 54 – Tell Me You Want This (Damian’s POV)

Chapter 54 – Tell Me You Want This (Damian’s POV)
“Ivy,” I rasped, voice strained. “Look at me.” I wanted to stir into those beautiful solid eyes that one glared at me with hate and watch her pupils dilate. I wanted to watch those eyes twitch with the unbearable mixture of pain and pleasure as I fucked her clean. She did look into my eyes because damn, she was submitted to my power. She had no choice, but then something in my chest twisted at the sight—she looked vulnerable, desperate, beautiful. “Tell me you want this,” I managed to say. If she had any doubt, I’d stop... God, please don’t tell me to stop.
Her throat worked, and for a second, silence. My heart almost stopped. But then she lifted her hips, pressing the tip of me just inside her slick entrance, making us both gasp. “I want it,” she confessed, voice breaking. “Damian, I want you... please.”
That pleading “please” shattered the last of my restraint. With a snarled curse, I drove my hips forward, sinking my cock into her tight heat inch by agonizing inch. Pleasure ripped through me. “F-fuck!” I hissed, forehead dropping to hers as I bottomed out. She was so fucking tight, squeezing me like a fist in velvet.
Ivy cried out beneath me, nails biting into my back. I stilled, letting her adjust to my size. My muscles trembled from the effort of not moving. Her panting breaths were hot against my neck; I heard my name on her lips, soft and wanton. It made me throb inside her.
“You’re okay?” I ground out, barely holding on. Sweat beaded on my brow.
Instead of answering, Ivy rolled her hips experimentally, grinding against me, forcing a ragged groan from my throat. She wrapped her legs higher around my waist, urging me deeper. “Don’t... don’t go slow,” she whispered fiercely by my ear, surprising me. “I won’t break, Damian. Fuck me.”
Holy hell. A savage grin split my face. My sweet little mate wanted it rough? She had no idea how happy I was to oblige.
I pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed back into her, hard. Ivy screamed in pleasure, exactly the sound I was hoping for. I set a punishing rhythm, pounding into her tight slick cunt mercilessly. The bedframe banged against the wall with each thrust. She was clawing at me—my shoulders, my ass—leaving what would surely be scratches, but I loved it. The pain only spurred me on.
“Mine,” I growled, biting at her shoulder again as I fucked her relentlessly. “You’re mine, Ivy.” Each thrust punctuated the claim. She was babbling something, words dissolving into moans and whimpers. Her eyes were glazed, mouth open in a perfect O of ecstasy.
I felt her legs start to shake around me, the telltale flutter of her walls gripping my cock even tighter. She was close—so was I. My balls tightened, a coil of heat winding in my spine.
“Come for me,” I snarled, driving into her with everything I had. “Now, Ivy.”
That did it. She threw her head back and a wailing cry echoed off the walls. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice as she shattered. Wetness gushed around my cock in a sudden hot rush—fuck, she was squirting, actually squirting for me. The sight and sensation pushed me over the edge.
With a roar, I let go. My thrusts turned erratic as I pumped my release deep inside her, filling her with spurt after spurt of my cum. White noise flooded my ears; pleasure blinded me. I vaguely heard Ivy whimpering through the aftershocks, my name falling from her lips like a broken prayer.
When awareness slowly returned, I was slumped over her, bracing my weight on my forearms so I didn’t crush her completely. We were both trembling, bodies slick with sweat and sex. I was still inside her, unwilling to move just yet. Gingerly, I brushed damp hair from her face. Her eyes fluttered open, green irises dazed and dreamy.
She’d never looked more gorgeous than in this moment—flushed, thoroughly fucked, and wearing my mark in the form of red bite-marks and hickeys on her neck and breasts. A swell of possessive pride and tenderness hit me so hard my chest ached.
I lowered my head and placed a soft kiss on her parted lips. She sighed, closing her eyes, her arms coming up around my neck to hold me there a moment longer. My heart thumped painfully. If only... if only it could always be like this between us, without all the pain and mistrust lurking beyond these walls.
Carefully, I rolled us to our sides, staying joined. She made a small noise of protest as I shifted, but I hushed her, pulling the covers over our spent bodies. Ivy nuzzled into my chest almost unconsciously, her breathing evening out. I held her close, inhaling the mingled scent of our lovemaking on her skin.
In the darkness, I pressed my lips to the top of her head. “You’re mine, Ivy,” I whispered, barely audible, as she drifted off. It wasn’t a threat or a command this time—just a quiet statement of the truth as I wished it to be. She was mine. And God help me, I would do whatever it took to make sure she stayed mine, as my Luna... someday.
Sleep pulled at me, satisfaction and warmth lulling my exhausted body. As I closed my eyes, a single thought troubled the edge of my mind: would she still want me in the morning?