Chapter 11: READY

***\-DAMIAN-***

I dropped every piece of clothing, the fabric, the shell that separated me from her, and finally went to the bed where she sat in tense anticipation. I sat down behind her, pulled her gently towards me so that her back nestled against my chest, and put my arms around her as if she were a treasure that belonged only to me.

My fingers glided over her skin, slowly, exploring, every touch as deliberate and gentle as if I were rediscovering every inch of her body. “Close your eyes and enjoy, Celine,” I murmured at her ear, my voice barely more than a whisper that lay like a promise in the darkness.

She took a deep breath, let herself fall into my touch, and I felt her begin to melt under my fingers, her tension release, every insecurity covered by the soft tremor in her body. My hands traveled over her arms, her neck, over every area she entrusted to me, and I felt her breathing quicken, the fire growing in both of us.

“Just let yourself go, my angel,” I whispered, my lips on her neck, while I gently pressed her body against mine.

My hands slowly moved to her breasts, settled on her delicate skin and gently played with her nipples. I felt her tremble at my touch, heard a soft moan escape her lips – a sound that revealed more than words could.

“Tell me, Celine...” My voice was rough, a demanding whisper close to her ear. ”When you touch yourself... how do you do it? Tell me about it.”

Her breathing quickened, and I could feel her body reacting to the memory, her cheeks blushing slightly. She hesitated for a moment, a hint of uncertainty in her gaze, but then she lowered her lids, letting herself fall deeper into my touch and opening up to me, ready to share her secrets with me.

“I...” Her voice was little more than a whispered confession as she began to speak. ‘I caress myself... slowly, and sometimes...’ A slight tremor ran through her, and she closed her eyes, lost in the memory she was now sharing with me. ”Sometimes I play with myself... just like you are doing now... gently and then... a little harder...”

A triumphant smile stole across my lips as I tightened my grip on her breasts, just as she had described. “Like this?” I asked softly, my voice a dark promise. “How does that feel, Celine?”

Another moan, quieter and more demanding, slipped over her lips, and I felt her let herself fall deeper into my touch, surrendering to me until nothing existed between us except this moment. “Yes... exactly like that.”

“And what else did you do, Celine...did you touch your little pussy?” My voice was a dark, demanding murmur that permeated the air between us, dissolving any distance between us. ”Show me.”

She hesitated, her cheeks turning a soft pink, but I could see the flicker of her eyes, a glow that outweighed the last vestige of her uncertainty. Slowly, she raised a hand, letting it glide over her own body as if she remembered every touch, every sensation she had ever felt alone.

“So...” she murmured softly, almost shyly, as her hand brushed her own breast, exactly where my fingers had been before. She bit her lip, and I could see how much this little revelation affected her, how she opened up to me, bit by bit.

“More, Celine.” My words were soft, but there was an irrepressible demand in them, a desire that I no longer wanted to suppress. ”Show me everything. How you touched yourself... what you felt... I want to see everything.”

She swallowed, her eyes meeting mine, hesitating one last time before she began the journey over her body again. Slowly, as if in a trance, her fingers glided over her skin, deeper, and I could see her breathing quicken, her insecurity turning into pure surrender.

I let her be in this moment, felt the power hidden in her every move, the trust she gave me. And I knew that I had nothing to do but watch her, every flicker, every little tremor, until she showed me everything I longed for – and maybe even more.

“Show me how you touched yourself here...” I whispered, my voice deep and rough, my breath hot against her ear. ‘Let’s do it together.’ I placed my hand on hers and didn’t let go while we explored her body together. Her hand trembled slightly under mine, and I felt her tension slowly give way to intense desire. Slowly, gently, I guided her hand down, feeling her surrender to the moment, opening up more and more. When our fingers reached her wet, hot center, she let out a soft, trembling gasp.

“Enjoy it, Celine,” I murmured, my hand firm on hers, my touch demanding and patient at the same time. ’I am here to guide you.”

“Let me take over, Celine... let my fingers pleasure you,’ I whispered, my voice a rough promise as I gently pushed her hand aside. Now it was my touch alone that would conquer her, exploring every corner of her senses. My fingers slid gently through her wet pink flesh a few more times, slowly, as if savouring every moment, before I slowly pushed a finger inside her, feeling her body receive it, open to me, warm and ready.

“What do you think, Celine...” I whispered close to her ear, my voice barely more than a deep, longing murmur. ”Tell me how it feels for you.”

She was breathing heavily, a soft, uncontrolled gasp escaped her lips, and I felt her arching towards my rhythm, her body instinctively surrendering to my touch. “It... it feels... incredible,” she murmured, her voice full of longing, a hint of uncertainty that was overlaid by desire. ”I didn’t know it could be so intense.”

My fingers found the spot deep inside her that made her quiver almost instantly. I massaged it, applying gentle pressure while her reaction was fierce and uncontrollable. “Oh God, Damian...!” Her voice was a panting whisper, an expression of pure surprise and desire.

I leaned closer, murmured softly in her ear, my words a deep, dark promise. ”You have to let go, Celine... when you feel that pressure, give in to it. Don’t hold it back.”

With deliberate patience and desire, I continued to massage, my finger playing with that sensitive spot inside her, while I gently applied pressure to her mound with my other hand, fanning the fire inside her ever higher. Her breathing became shallow, her body tensed, and I felt her fight against the onslaught before she finally gave in.

“Let it out, Celine!” My voice was hoarse, urgent, and in that moment I felt her tremble, a scream escaped her, wild and indignant, before she came. The sight was incomparable, her devotion was absolute.

“Yes, that’s it, angel... that’s it.” I held her tight, letting her savor the moment while I felt the last waves rush through her, her breathing heavy and full of relief, felt her slowly come back. I pulled her closer to me, spreading her juice over her body. ”God, you’re beautiful.”

Still out of breath, she opened her eyes, and her gaze was full of awe and exhaustion at the same time. A shy smile flitted across her lips, and I felt her snuggle up to me, completely exhausted but completely fulfilled.

“That, Celine, is called squirting...” My voice was a deep, dark rumble that filled the room as I pulled her close, feeling her breathing still uneven. ‘I can make you squirt over and over again...’ I paused briefly, letting the moment hang in the air, feeling the tension growing between us.

Her eyes sparkled with desire, the shimmer of insecurity and curiosity mingled in her gaze, but I could see how the thought of this new experience was already arousing her again. Slowly, as if she was still trying to control her own voice, she nodded, a weak, breathless “… I want to feel it… again…” escaped her lips.

A dark smile spread across my face, and I slowly guided my hand back to her, feeling the familiar warmth that was already responding to my touch again. Slowly, I slid my fingers back inside her, my movements careful and demanding, savoring every moment as I watched her reaction, every twitch, every soft moan that escaped her lips.

A satisfied smile crossed my lips, and I gently increased the pressure, watching her body react to my touch, watching her let herself fall deeper into my grip.

Her body trembled, every nerve in her twitched, her back arched, and then came that moment of total surrender. A scream escaped her, wild and full of ecstasy, and I saw her surrender to this moment once more, completely overwhelmed, as everything inside her dissolved and she exploded in pure release.

I held her, letting her savor the moment. “You’re doing incredibly well, angel,” I whispered to her, my voice a dark, proud murmur as I gently pulled her trembling figure close to me. “That’s exactly what I want to see...”

Slowly, I laid her on her back, looking into her eyes, which flickered between nervousness and desire. I took the leather straps and tied her hands above her head, so that she was completely at my mercy. “Don’t worry, Celine... you’ll need them,” I murmured, my voice soft but firm, a quiet promise. “Trust me.”

I lifted her legs gently over my shoulders, let my tongue slowly slide over the sensitive inside of her thighs, felt every inch of her skin tremble under my touch. Her bucking, the soft moans that left her lips told me everything I needed to know – she was ready for more, and I would give her what she craved.

My fingers glided gently over her soft skin, a soft touch that held the promise of what was to come. Carefully, I began to insert a finger to explore the delicate inner walls, which responded to my movements with quivering openness.

“Do you like it, Celine?“ I asked softly, my voice little more than a raspy whisper that floated on the still air.

“More, Damian... much more!” Her hoarse voice carried the sound of desire that seemed to drown out everything else.

A satisfied smile crossed my face as I added another finger, acknowledging her pleasure with each sound she made. Her body twisted towards me, caught up in the moment.

When I sensed that she was ready, I inserted a third finger, feeling the familiar tightness and warmth, which willingly gave way to my movements, exploring and overcoming boundaries.

Her body wrapped around my fingers, pulsating in a rhythm of tension and release, while her reactions increased in intensity until they turned into soft gasps.

I intensified the pressure, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Let yourself go, Celine.”

“Damian, I want you... now!“ Her pleading fuelled a fire in me, making my caution falter.

I paused, seeking her gaze, a triumphant smile on my lips. ‘Are you really ready?’ I asked, my voice warm and demanding, almost like a challenge.

“Yes... definitely,” she confirmed with glowing eyes.

I pulled her closer, my hand on her cheek. “Then I will take you all to myself, Celine. And you will be mine... completely and utterly.”

“It might hurt at first...” I whispered, gently and reassuringly, as I held her face in my hands. “But after that, I promise you only pleasure.”

I wanted her to trust me unconditionally. “Do you trust me?”

With a deep breath, she let go of her doubts. ’Yes, I trust you.”

A hand gently rested on her stomach as I felt its warmth. ’Say ‘red’ if it gets too much.”

She nodded, a spark of confidence in her eyes.

I sealed the promise with a kiss on her forehead, pulled a condom from the nightstand without taking my eyes off her. I gently pulled it over and lowered myself onto her, secure in the knowledge that she was safe.

“Spread your legs further,” I demanded, my voice deep and demanding, while I felt my body impatiently pressing against her entrance, ready and waiting. ‘I want you to look at me,’ I murmured, and her eyes met mine, full of desire and trust at the same time.

Slowly, inch by inch, I pushed into her. Every moment stretched out, the tension between us filled the room, and I felt how tight she was, how her body stretched towards me and embraced me. I paused, giving her time to get used to me, until I finally met the last resistance that separated us.

I bent down to her, let my lips sink hard and passionately onto hers, felt the fleeting pain in her scream, which faded away in my mouth as I broke down her barrier with a single, determined push. I held still, my hands tenderly on her face, while I gave her time to get used to the new sensation.

“It’s all right... I’m here, angel,” I whispered reassuringly, my words like a promise that carried her through the moment. Her breathing gradually calmed down, and I saw in her eyes how the initial discomfort slowly transformed into something else.

Then I felt her move slightly against me, a quiet, barely perceptible signal, but clear enough for me to know that she was ready. Ready to go further with me, to give herself to me in every way. Slowly I picked up the movement, letting us become one in a gentle rhythm, feeling us both letting ourselves fall deeper and deeper into this moment, completely lost in our shared passion.

“What are you doing to me... I’ve never felt like this before... you’re changing me... and it feels good!” Her words were a quiet confession, and I sensed how deeply they were rooted in this moment. She looked at me, and there was a hint of confusion in her gaze, as if she herself could not fully comprehend what was happening between us.

“Why are we doing this, Damian...?” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. ”We can’t stand each other... we hate each other...”

I paused, letting my hand gently glide over her cheek, holding her gaze. “We don’t hate each other, Angel,” I murmured softly, my voice gentle, almost soothing. “We never have. Maybe we thought that, maybe we talked ourselves into it... but this... this is not hate.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and I sensed how the truth of my words struck her, how the last veil between us fell. “I never wanted this... but now... it feels right,” she whispered, and I saw the desire blazing in her, how she gave herself to me completely and unconditionally.

I pulled her even closer to me, and in that moment there were no more doubts, no more misunderstandings, only us and the burning desire that had shattered all our resistance.

“Come for me... you have to let go...” I whispered, my voice hoarse and urgent. I felt every muscle in my body tense as I braced myself against the desire that was overwhelming me. ”I can’t hold out much longer, Celine... Let’s do it together... now!”

Her eyes met mine, I felt her breathing quicken, her body quivering towards me, ready to share this moment with me.

With one last, deep thrust, I felt us both cross the line, together, an eruption of pure ecstasy that eclipsed everything else around us. Our voices united in a soft, uncontrolled sound, and in that moment there was only us, engulfed in a fire that knew no beginning and no end.

“Yes... that’s it, Celine,” I murmured, giving us both time to let this moment fade away in which everything had changed.