Chapter 49 THIS OBSESSION.
\~~~DAMIEN.
I watched her eyes flutter as my thumb teased her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt.
Serena’s breath came in short gasps, and her body pressed up against my hand like she couldn't help it.
God, she was perfect like this, all flushed, needy, and all mine in this moment.
To her, our marriage was just a deal, and a way to fix her mess but to me, it was simply to keep her close.
But right now, none of that mattered. I needed her under me, around me, taking everything I gave.
"Only this once," I repeated her words, my voice low and rough. I leaned in, capturing her mouth again. Her lips parted for me, soft and warm, and I deepened the kiss, tasting the salt from her earlier tears mixed with something sweeter. My free hand slid down her side, gripping her hip, pulling her closer. She moaned into my mouth, and it shot straight to my cock, already hard and straining against my pants.
I broke the kiss, trailing my lips along her jaw, down to her neck. She tilted her head back, giving me better access, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Damien..." she whispered, but it came out shaky, as if she were fighting herself.
"Shh, baby girl," I murmured against her skin, nipping lightly. "Let me take care of you." I tugged at her shirt, pulling it up over her head in one smooth motion. Her bra came next. That simple white lace did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were.
I unhooked it quickly, tossing it aside, and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder.
Serena arched, a whimper escaping her. "Oh... that feels..." Her words trailed off into a gasp as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive bud.
I loved how responsive she was, and how every touch was making her squirm. I had dreamed of this since that first time we crossed the line, but we swore it off.
Now, here she was, breaking it again with me. And I wasn't about to stop.
My hand moved lower, popping the button on her pants and sliding inside. She was soaked already, her panties damp under my fingers. I groaned against her breast, rubbing slow circles over her clit through the fabric.
"So wet for me already, Moonlight. You want this badly, don't you?"
She nodded, biting her lip, her cheeks burning red. "Y… yes... "
I lifted my head, meeting her eyes. They were dark with want, even as she tried to hold back. "Tell me to stop, Ena. Say it now." But she didn't. Instead, her hips bucked against my hand, chasing the pressure. That was all I needed.
I stripped her pants and panties off, leaving her bare on the bed. Her body was a sight… Fuck, the curves I so much wanted to trace with my tongue, and her skin glowing in the soft villa light.
I stood, kicking off my own pants and boxers, my cock springing free, thick and ready. Her eyes widened, dropping to it, and she swallowed hard.
"Like what you see?" I asked, stroking myself once, watching her watch me. She nodded again, her thighs pressing together. I climbed back onto the bed, settling between her legs, my hands pushing them wider. She was glistening, her pussy pink and swollen, begging for me.
I leaned down, kissing her inner thigh, then higher, until my mouth was on her. She cried out, her hands fisting the sheets. I licked her slowly, tasting her sweetness, my tongue dipping inside before flicking her clit. "Fuck, you taste good," I growled, sucking lightly. Her hips jerked, and she moaned louder, her body trembling.
"Damien... please..." she begged, her voice breaking.
I didn't make her wait long. I added a finger, sliding it into her tight heat, then two, curling them just right. She was clenching around me already, so close. I pumped them in and out, my mouth working her clit until she shattered, her back bowing off the bed. "Oh god... daddy!" The word slipped from her lips, raw and desperate, and it nearly undid me.
Hearing her call me that again… fuck, it was everything. I wanted to own that sound, make it mine forever. I kissed my way back up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. "That is it, baby girl. Call me daddy again."
She looked up at me, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "Daddy... I need you inside me."
I thrust in slow, inch by inch, groaning at how she stretched around me. She was so tight, and so perfect like she was made for my cock. Once I was buried deep, I paused, letting her adjust, my forehead against hers. "You feel that?”
"Yes, daddy," she whimpered, her nails scraping my back. "Move... please."
I started rocking my hips, pulling out and pushing back in, building a steady rhythm. Her walls gripped me with every thrust, pulling me deeper.
I couldn't get enough. I wanted to fuck her harder, slower, and mark her as mine. Our deal meant nothing now. This was real, this hunger.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, meeting my thrusts, her moans filling the room. "Harder, daddy... fuck me harder."
I gave it to her, slamming into her pussy, the bed creaking under us. Sweat slicked our skin, her breasts bouncing with each drive. I captured her mouth, swallowing her cries, my hand tangling in her hair. She was mine to ruin, to pleasure, and I chased that edge, feeling her tighten again.
"Come for me, Moonlight," I demanded against her lips. "Milk my cock."
She did, shattering around me with a scream, her pussy pulsing. It pulled me over, and I buried myself deep, spilling inside her, hot and endless. We rode it out together with breath mingling, and our bodies locked.
I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my chest. She curled against me, soft and spent, her head on my shoulder.
While I stroked her hair, I was already thinking about next time.
Only once? Bullshit.
I wasn't done with her, not even by a long shot.
This obsession, this need... it was just starting.