Chapter 173 Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Chapter 173
Amber

I nodded eagerly as he rubbed his palm over the sting, soothing the ache a little.
He then pushed my head further down, almost smothering my face into the pillow and raised my hips high.
Then I heard the rustle of fabric and was barely aware of the pile of pillows he was stacking for my hips to rest on.
My knees were trembling so he placed them on the pillows and spread my legs wider. My legs were now half hanging on the pillows, half on his shoulders.
I felt the muscles in my thighs relax just for a second as the weight was taken off them, but not for long.
Because, Damian flipped me midair, and locked my legs behind his neck while my butt rested on the pillows.
My hands were still tied to the headboard.
His teeth bit into my pussy hard enough to leave bite marks as his tongue thrust deep once again, leaving languid strokes in its wake.
My legs shook with the effort to stay still and my grip on his neck loosened. He was not happy with it.
So he slapped my butt and squeezed it, removing a few pillows from the stack to lower me and angled my entrance perfectly to the height he desired.
I braced myself for the thrust but then he growled, and turned me around again, stretching my pussy with his hard length while his fingers and mouth assaulted every inch of my skin that didn’t have a bruise or a mark.
I came a third time with almost no warning, clenching hard around the thick length of him. He cursed low and filthy and fucked me through it without slowing, chasing his own pleasure now with raw, relentless strokes.
When he finally pulled out it was only long enough to flip me onto my stomach, yank my hips up, and drive back into me from behind. 
I was going to die tonight not tomorrow at this rate!!
The new position let him go even deeper. One hand fisted in my hair, arching my back. 
“Damian, I am…exhausted”
He pretended he hadn’t heard me as his other reached around to rub tight, perfect circles over my clit while he pounded into me. The wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin filled the room along with my helpless moans and his low, dominant praise.
"You should have thought about that before begging for this" He growled. "want me to stop?"
Shit. I didn't despite the exhaustion and he knew that very well.
“Look at you, taking me so well. Bound and dripping and still begging for more.”
I was. Goddess help me, I was.
He freed me from the headboard but kept my hands tied together as he settled onto the bed and pulled me on top of him.
Fuck!
My eyes glistened with raw hunger to see him like that, lying under me, all planes and hard angles.
“Still think you can’t come one more time for me?”
I hesitated.
I was so damn tired and my eyes were falling shut due to the wave after wave of euphoria and exhaustion slamming onto me in a steady rhythm.
He was right, I couldn’t even move, much less kill anyone right now.
He positioned me over his hard length, slamming me to the hilt with my wrists still bound.
Tears were now streaming down my eyes but my mouth was open and my head thrown back as I slowly began to ride the thick length of him while he thrust up to meet every downward roll of my hips and sucked bruises into my breasts. 
Each orgasm left me more wrecked than the last. My voice went hoarse and my thighs shook as sweat slicked both our bodies. 
Yet he showed me no mercy as he kept going while changing angles, changing positions, and murmuring dark, filthy promises against my skin about how he was going to keep me full of him, how no one else would ever touch what belonged to him, how he planned to ruin me for anyone else for the rest of our lives.
By the time he finally let himself come for the second time, buried to the hilt inside me with a low, guttural groan, I had lost count of how many times he had forced pleasure through my exhausted body. 
He stayed deep through every pulse, filling me in hot spurts while I trembled around him. He had fulfilled his promise and squeezed every last drop out of me.
Finally, he took mercy on me realizing I truly had no more left in me to give him and then collapsed forward just enough to brace his weight on his forearms and press his forehead to mine.
We stayed like that for a long time, breathing hard, a mess of tangled bodies covered in sweat.
I could barely keep my eyes open as he reached up to the ribbon around my wrists and finally loosened it.
He brushed damp hair from my face and I wasn’t sure how he got the strength to get up and walk towards the bathroom as I curled myself into a ball.
He returned minutes later with a wet towel and thoroughly wiped me up and down, even as I winced because the softest towel felt like it was made of barbed wire when it touched my sore and sensitive skin.
“I know you are exhausted but do one last thing for me, Red”
My eyes were barely open to slits and I didn’t even have the energy to argue with him as he walked back to his cupboard and brought out another glass of a herbal drink for me.
I made a gagging sound but he slowly lifted me to a sitting position with surprising gentleness. His voice was rough but quiet when he murmured.
“Drink this, you will feel better. No arguments”
Arguing with him was pointless and I knew he wouldn’t let me sleep without draining that horrible stuff down my throat.
So gathering the last shred of my willpower, I somehow forced my mouth open and drank the liquid.
This one tasted slightly bitter and more earthy or maybe my senses were crashing out.
“Sleep for however long you can. Then we face the Hunt.”
I was too wrung out to argue. My body ached in the best possible ways. Every nerve still hummed with the aftershocks of everything he had done to me. I curled into the solid heat of him when he finally withdrew and pulled me against his chest, and for the first time in weeks the restless yearning under my skin was quiet.
Outside, the night continued its slow march toward dawn.
Inside, wrapped in the arms of the man who had just claimed every part of me, I let exhaustion pull me under knowing that whatever the Hunt brought, I would meet it marked by him, filled by him, and still wanting more.