ADDICTED
***DAMIAN***
The tension between us was unbearable, a pulsating ribbon of desire that wrapped around us and pulled us closer. My hands were firmly on her hips, my fingers pressed into her soft skin, while my gaze burned into hers. She knew exactly what she was doing – driving me to the brink of control. And she enjoyed every damn second of it.
“How do you want it, Celine?” I whispered, my voice rough with suppressed desire. My breath caressed her skin as I approached her, my lips only a breath away from her ear. ”Hard? Or soft and tender, hmm? Tell me.”
She laughed softly, a dark, seductive sound that fueled me even more. Her hands glided over my neck, her fingernails lightly scratching my skin, while she tilted her head back, offering me her throat. “I want both, Damian,” she breathed, her voice velvety soft, but with a demand in it that I couldn't ignore. ‘But if you really want to know...”
She leaned closer to me, her lips brushing mine before she whispered the words that finally drove me crazy. ’Make me cum, Damian. As often as you can.”
My control broke like a thin layer of ice under the burning heat of her words. I gripped her hips tighter, pulling her even closer to me until I felt every inch of her body against mine. “Oh, I will, Celine,” I murmured, my voice a dangerous promise. “But you'll ask me for it.”
Her eyes sparkled with challenge, a smile spread across her lips that almost drove me mad. “I never ask, Damian,” she said, her voice a soft, challenging whisper. “I take what I want.”
I laughed darkly, my hands gliding over her body, exploring every inch, while my mouth found her neck, my teeth lightly brushing her skin. “Then you will learn what it means to give yourself to me,” I whispered, my voice a rough growl. “Because I will destroy you - in the most beautiful way.”
She gasped softly, her breathing growing heavier, and I knew that I was driving her to the edge just as much as she was doing to me. My lips found hers, demanding, possessive, and she opened to me, allowing me to go deeper, while her hands dug into my hair.
“Don't count on it, Celine,” I murmured between kisses, my voice a dark promise that set us both aflame. ”Because I'll make sure you lose all control.”
My hands found her skirt, slowly pushing the soft fabric up, inch by inch, until her bare thighs were exposed. Her skin glowed under my touch, and I could hear the hint of nervousness and anticipation in her breathing as she grew heavier. I met her eyes and saw the fire in them, an invitation and a challenge at the same time.
I let my fingers slide lower, caressing the inside of her thighs until I finally found my way between her legs. A soft, satisfied sound escaped me as my fingers met bare skin. “Hmm,” I murmured softly, my voice a rough, dark whisper that filled the room. “No panties?”
Celine grinned cheekily, her eyes sparkling with lust and provocation. “Why should I?” she breathed, her hands reaching for my shoulders, pulling me closer. “I knew you wouldn't be able to resist.”
A dark smile played on my lips as I let my thumb glide lightly over her most sensitive spot. Her body tensed under my touch, a gasping sound escaped her lips, and I felt my desire swell even more. “You're far too sure of your effect on me, Celine,” I murmured, my voice a dangerous promise.
“And you're much too slow, Damian,” she replied, her voice a challenging whisper that fueled me even more. ”I thought you wanted me to...”
I didn't let her finish the sentence. Instead, I increased the pressure, sliding my fingers lower, while keeping her gaze locked in mine. Her head fell back slightly, and a loud, uncontrolled moan escaped her.
“How was that, Celine?” I asked softly, my lips finding her neck, while my fingers continued to work, driving her to the edge. ”Am I still too slow?”
“Damn it... Damian!” she gasped, her hands digging into my hair as she pressed her body against mine. ”Stop talking... and keep going!”
I laughed softly, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Oh, I will continue,” I promised, my fingers finding a rhythmic beat that made her tremble. “But only if you tell me what you want, Celine.”
Her eyes opened halfway, sparkling with desire and frustration. “I want you to take me apart,” she whispered, her voice a command and a plea at the same time. “Until I can't think straight anymore.”
“That can be arranged,” I said softly, my words a dark promise, before I fully concentrated on setting her world on fire.
My hands closed firmly around her thighs, pulling them apart until she offered herself to me completely. The sight alone made my pulse race, but I didn't linger, savoring the moment before sliding my fingers deep inside her. Her warmth, her reaction - it was as if she felt my rhythm, surrendered to it, absorbed it and challenged it at the same time.
I found the spot she couldn't hide, which she tensed almost pleadingly against me. With targeted, fast movements, I applied pressure, playing with her body as if I had always known it. Her muscles tightened around me, firm and demanding, while she gasped and her breathing became irregular. Her hands clawed at whatever they could reach – my arm, the edge of the table, her own skin.
“Damian…!” she moaned, her voice a broken whisper that spurred me on even further.
I increased the pressure, made my movements faster, more precise, until I felt her swell, tighten even more around my fingers. Her head fell back, an uncontrolled, rough moan escaped her as she gave herself completely to me.
“Come for me,” I whispered, my voice a dark, rough command that pushed her over the edge.
And then it happened. She screamed loudly, her body bent under my touch, and I felt the tension inside her explode. I pulled my fingers back just in time to see a violent jet shoot out of her, hitting me across the upper body and leaving a hot trail. It was raw, intense, wild – and I loved it.
“Damn, Celine,“ I murmured, a broad, self-satisfied grin on my face as I let my hands glide over her thighs, feeling her quivering skin. ‘You're absolutely perfect.”
She was breathing heavily, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted, but I wasn't done yet. ’Again,” I whispered, my voice a dark promise.
“Damian...“ she breathed, her voice trembled, but her eyes were full of desire. ‘Do whatever you want... but don't stop.”
I grinned, my hands found her body again, my fingers returned to the place that drove us both crazy. ’Oh, believe me, Celine,” I said, as I began again to tease her, to dominate her. “I won't stop until you no longer know your name.”
It was a spectacle that drove me crazy. Her body trembled more violently each time, each eruption was more intense than the last. She squirted again, a hot, powerful gush that covered my upper body, making me completely wet. But I loved it – every second, every drop. Her panting, her trembling, the uncontrolled surrender. It was pure perfection.
I let my hands glide over my upper body, rubbed the hot wetness into my skin, and let it draw me even deeper into the moment. My gaze wandered to her, her thighs still open, her skin glowing, her breathing heavy, and I knew that I had not yet pushed her to her limit.
“Turn around,” I commanded, my voice deep and filled with desire. She did so without hesitation, sliding onto her stomach and presenting me with her round, perfect ass. My hands glided over her soft skin, spreading the liquid from her last climax over her ass, massaging it in circles as she panted softly to herself.
“You know what's coming now,“ I murmured, my breath was rough, my hands slid down to open her further. Her muscles tensed, her posture was a mixture of anticipation and pure surrender.
“Damian...” she breathed, and the sound of her pleading tone drove me over the edge. I spread more of the lubricant, making it glide over the spots I was about to claim for myself. She was perfectly prepared, and I didn't waste another moment.
With a slow, demanding thrust, I entered her, felt her body embrace me, tight and hot. A rough groan escaped me, and I had to control myself not to lose control immediately. “Yeah...” I growled, my head falling back slightly as I felt the pressure. ”Fuck, that's tight.”
I gripped her hips harder, holding her in place while I slid my other hand forward, my fingers finding their way back to her small, quivering pussy. I pushed two fingers inside her, starting to play in perfect time with my movements inside her.
“Oh God... fuck, that's so hot!” I moaned, my voice hoarse, almost broken by the intensity of the moment. ”You're so damn perfect, Celine.”
She cried softly, her hands grasping the edge of the table, her body shaking beneath me. “Damian... don't stop!” she pleaded, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
“I'm not stopping,” I murmured, my pace quickening, more intense, while my fingers continued to work, heightening her reactions.
The room seemed to burn, the air was thick with desire and the raw energy between us. My eyes fell on her curved back, her ass, which was stretched out towards me, perfect, demanding. I could see the hint of sweat on her skin, feel the trembling of her muscles, which spurred me on even further.
Without warning, I slapped my hand down on her ass. The sharp sound cut through the silence, and a small gasp escaped her lips. Her skin immediately turned rosy, radiating warmth into the palm of my hand, and I couldn't help but grin.
“This is what you want, isn't it?” I growled, my voice deep and rough with desire as I placed my hand back on her skin, massaging the spot where I had slapped her. ”Say it, Celine. Tell me how much you love it when I take you like this.”
Her head sank deeper onto the table, but I could see her hands clenching the table, her body trembling with pleasure. “Yes...” she breathed, her voice cracked, barely more than a whisper, but I heard the desire in it. “I love it.”
“Louder,” I demanded, slapping her skin again, a little harder this time, and her gasps grew louder and more uncontrolled. Her legs trembled, her muscles tensed beneath me as I pulled her buttocks apart and pushed deeper into her.
“Yes! I love it!” she cried, her voice almost breaking under the intensity of her own words. ”Damn it, Damian... I love it when you take me like this.”
I laughed darkly, a deep, self-satisfied sound, while I increased my pace, taking her deeper and harder, exactly as she demanded. I let my hand rest on her skin, pressing, massaging, before I slammed into her again, the sound echoing our heat.
“You're so damn hot, Celine,” I murmured, my fingers grasping her hips, holding on tight as I pushed myself even further inside her. ‘You're mine, and I'll remind you of that every time I take you like this.”
“Damn it, Damian!’ she screamed, her body squirming beneath me, an uncontrollable chaos of desire and need.
The heat between us was unbearable, the room seemed to dissolve around us, nothing existed anymore except for her – her movements, her moans, the way she gasped my name as if I were the only reality she knew. I felt like I had long since passed the point of control. It was too intense, too hot, too damn good.
My hands found her neck, slid into her hair, my fingers closed tightly around the silky strands. With a determined jerk, I pulled her head back, stretching her neck towards me. Her body tensed under me, a gasp escaped her lips, and I could see the mixture of pleasure and surprise in her eyes as I leaned over her.
“Celine...” I murmured, my voice rough with desire and possessiveness. My breath caressed her skin before I lowered my lips to her neck, soft at first but the softness quickly fading. My teeth dug into her skin, hard and demanding, evidence of the intensity of what was happening between us.
“Ahhh, Damian!” she screamed, her body squirming against me, and I felt her tighten even more, clasping me even tighter. I tightened my grip, pulled her closer to me, while my movements inside her became faster, harder.
“Oh God... Celine,” I moaned, my breathing heavy, my words a command that came from the depths of my desire. ”You have to come now. Do you hear me? Come on!”
Her moans grew louder, her hands grasped desperately at anything they could reach. I increased the pressure, my movements were precise, to the point, while I pushed her body further and further to the edge.
“Damian... I... I can't!” she gasped, her voice trembled with the force of what she felt.
“Oh yes, you can,” I growled, my teeth dug into her neck again, my lips following with a hot kiss as I pushed myself even deeper into her. ”You will come with me, now.”
Her body tensed, every muscle quivering beneath me, and then she came. A loud, uncontrolled scream filled the room, her legs shaking, her hands reaching for me, and I felt her pull me in with such intensity that I was pulled over the edge myself.
“Celine!” I shouted, my head sinking against her shoulder as my body shook, the wave of climax engulfing me completely. The room was filled with our gasps, our voices, and when we finally collapsed, I knew I would never let go of her again.
“Shit,” I murmured, my voice rough, almost a growl. My hands glided over her curved body, feeling every inch of her soft, warm skin. ”How can anyone be so damn horny, Celine?”
She opened her eyes, her lips still slightly parted, and the cheeky, provocative sparkle in her eyes made my desire flare up again. She grinned weakly, triumphantly, as if she knew exactly what power she had over me.
“You're addicted,” she breathed, her voice was brittle but challenging. ”Say it, Damian.”
I leaned forward, my hands closing around her hips, pulling her closer until her skin was burning against mine again. “Addicted?” I asked softly, my breath brushing her lips before I kissed her hungrily. “Addicted is far too weak for what I feel for you.”
She turned around, looked at me and gently stroked my hair with her fingers. “You have no idea how much I love you, Damian!”
I paused, my breath catching, while her words echoed in me, lodging in my thoughts like an indelible echo. Her eyes sought mine, full of warmth and devotion. I pulled her closer to me, my heart beating hard in my chest, and a soft, hoarse whisper escaped my lips: “Celine... you are everything to me.”