Chapter 163 Desires unleashed 2
Chapter 163: Desires Unleashed( 2)
Damon pov
Tight!
Hot!
Mine!!
Those were the words that continued to ring inside my head like a prayer, as I looked down at the trembling boy under my mercy.
I could feel his tightness struggling against my digits, could feel the way his body shook with pleasure as I continued to work his hole so damn well to my satisfaction.
Gosh,I so much miss doing this to him, while I watch him break apart completely. If it was before i would not put two digits at the same time, but the new bond was a special thing that continues to fascinate me.
Through it i realised his wolf liked being near me, like it when I command him with my alpha aura, but that was not all, i felt what he felt, when i penetrated him,
I found out something I didn't know was ever possible.
The thrill, and excitement that came deep from his soul
My little wolf liked me rough!!
“Say it little wolf, say that you like it” I said, but my voice turned out to be more animalistic than an actual voice, but instead of responding, my little wolf bit his lips hard, something flashing in his eyes,
A growl rumbled deep in my chest. My wolf was dissatisfied.
My little wolf wants to play stubborn, that he shall get.
Without warning, I added one more, not breaking my rhythm at all.
“Ahhh, fuck!!”
The scream echoed throughout the whole cavern.
Milo tightly shut his eyes, I could see a drop of tears forming at the edge of his eyes. That made me to pause,
His eyes flew open so fast. Landing on me, but before he could complain, I leaned forward, capturing his lips in a hot, less rough but intense, I tugged at his lips, biting a little until a whimper escaped his lips.
Without seeking for permission, I dived into his hot cavern,
“Hmmm” He groaned against my tongue, struggling to keep up with my intensity.
The taste of him was driving me insane. Every kiss, every touch, every taste of his lips reminded me of what I had been denied for months. My hands shook as they explored his hot lean athletic body, not from nervousness but from the sheer overwhelming relief of having fingers again, of being able to touch him, it had a new kind of feeling I have never felt in my life.
"You have no idea," I growled against his throat, "how many nights I lay beside you, wanting this."
He made an intangible sound, as if he was urging me to continue.
His fingers tangled in my hair, my hands found it way down to his throbbing hot hole, slipping in so perfectly the sensation nearly undid me. The sound of his sinful moan was like music to my ears, sending jolts of electricity to my already leaking cock.
My wolf clawed at me, all my senses screamed at me to pound the life out of him, to agree to his demands… to take my mate.
Not yet,
I broke the kiss to look at the trembling mess under me, disheveled hair, bloated lips, cheeks red from all the sucking, and his eyes laddened thick with pleasure.
"Every night." I kissed the sweet spot I discovered during my hunt. "You would curl against my fur, trusting me completely, and all I could think about was this. Being able to hold you properly. Being able to feel your skin against mine."
My hands mapped his body with desperate urgency, memorizing every plane and valley. The beast had excellent vision, but human hands could feel in ways eyes never could. The silk of his skin, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed under my touch, the heat radiating from him like a personal sun.
"The worst part," I continued, moving lower to worship his chest, going towards his pink nipples that begged for attention, my lips and tongue, going into action, "was when you would talk to me at night. Tell me your fears, your dreams, your feelings. And I could not respond properly. Could not tell you that you were my everything."
"Damon..." His voice broke on my name, and I felt the emotion through our bond. Not pity but understanding, Love.
"Do you know what torture it is to love someone with every fiber of your being and only be able to show it by not eating them?" The dark humor made him laugh, the sound vibrating through both our bodies where we pressed together.
"You showed it in other ways." His hands traced my face, relearning features he had only known in glimpses. "You protected me. Kept me warm. Let me sleep on you even though it probably hurts your wounds."
"Worth it, All of it is worth it for this moment."
I captured his mouth again, pouring months of suppressed desire into the kiss. My body remembered what to do even after so long being trapped in another form. Every instinct screamed to claim, to mark, to make him mine in every possible way.
The sacred water had healed more than just wounds. It had given me back myself, and I was going to worship the man who had stayed beside me even when I had lost all hope.
"I need you," I admitted, the words scraping past pride and alpha posturing. Milos' eyes widened, but I was saying it regardless, It is long due already.
"Not just your body, I want You, Your laugh, your stubbornness, the way you see good in everything… I love you."
Milo sucked in a ragged breath, probably speechless from my confession, but I was done hiding it.
He was my mate. And I won't hesitate to show him that.
"You have me." He said, after a long time of keeping quiet, he pulled me down for another kiss. "You have always had me."
The feel of him clenching around my fingers, willing and eager and making those perfect sounds, was almost too much. I wanted to give in to my carnal desires, it took all my strength to pull.
But when I looked down at him, spread out on the sand with kiss-swollen lips and eyes dark with want, control flew out of the windows… in this case, it drowned.
"Mine," I growled, the word coming from somewhere primal.
"Yours," he agreed, then smiled that wicked smile that always destroyed me. "Prove it."
The challenge in his voice snapped something inside me. The last sliver of control shattered. I crashed back into him, all careful restraint abandoned. My hands gripped his hips, positioning him exactly where I needed him to. The first slide of skin against skin pulled strangled groans from both of us, as I went home.
“Fuck!!”