Chapter 179 Make love to me
Chapter 179: make love to me
Damon's POV
I looked at Milo's face, filled with so much longing that it took my breath away. His purple eyes glowed softly in the dim light of my chamber, and the ethereal glow beneath his skin pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. He was beautiful… devastatingly so… and in this moment, he was entirely mine.
"Are you sure?" I asked, though my body was already responding to his request, heat flooding through my veins, my canines were already out.
"I need you," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. "I need to feel connected to you. I need to remember what's real."
The last part made something twist in my chest, but I pushed the concern aside. Whatever shadows were chasing him, I would hold them at bay. At least for tonight.
I kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him. He melted against me, his hands sliding up my chest to tangle in my hair. The purple glow intensified where our skin touched, sending tingles of power through the bond. It felt like electricity and honey, sharp and sweet all at once.
"You are glowing brighter," I murmured against his lips.
"Can't help it," he breathed. "You make me feel like I am on fire."
I pulled back just enough to look at him properly. His cheeks were flushed, his lips already swollen from our kisses, and those incredible eyes were dark with desire. The moonlight streaming through the window caught the purple light beneath his skin, making him look otherworldly.
"You're so beautiful," I said, and watched as pink bloomed across his cheeks.
"Damon..." He squirmed slightly, embarrassed by the compliment.
"I mean it." I traced the line of his jaw with my finger. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
He responded by pulling me down into another kiss, this one more urgent. His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling our bodies flush together. I could feel every inch of him through the thin fabric of our clothes, and it was driving me wild.
My blood ran with urgency.
My hands tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he lifted his arms, but the sound of fabric tearing echoed through the room.
Oops, but Milo let out a bright smile that made me forget what I wanted to do.
I dived down, connecting with his parted lips, that were calling for me. My wolf tugged at my controls, but I managed to hold it at bay, at least for now.
The glow intensified across his bare chest, highlighting every curve and plane of muscle. I traced the patterns with my fingers, following the light like a map.
"Does it hurt?" I asked. "The glow?"
"No." He shivered under my touch. "It feels warm. Like sunlight on skin."
I leaned down to press kisses along his collarbone, feeling his pulse jump beneath my lips. He tasted like salt and something uniquely Milo… fresh rain and wild things. My wolf purred with contentment, recognizing our mate, claiming him with every touch.
His hands weren't idle either. They worked at the buttons of my shirt with trembling fingers, and I helped him shrug it off. When our bare chests pressed together, the glow flared so bright it lit up the entire room for a moment.
"Whoa," Milo gasped.
"Our bond," I explained, running my hands down his sides. "It's reacting to us being together like this. To the intimacy."
"I like it," he whispered, arching into my touch. "I like feeling connected to you, like this."
I kissed him again, deep and slow, pouring everything I felt into it. Love, devotion, protection, desire… all of it flowing through our bond. He moaned into my mouth, and the sound sent heat straight to my groin.
My hands explored every inch of his torso, memorizing the feel of him. The dip of his waist, the slight curve of his hip, the sensitive spot just below his rose buds that made him gasp. He was responsive to every touch, his body singing under my attention.
"Damon," he breathed when I kissed down his navel. "Please."
"Please what, love?" I scraped my teeth gently over his navel line, dangerously close to his v line.
"More. I need more. I need you, inside me."
“I know Milo, but you will have to be patient.” I looked up at him from his waist area, giving him a woffish smile, before I dived to work.
I helped him out of the rest of his clothes, this time I fought the urge not to ruin it like the shirt. taking my time, savoring every reveal, nothing could hide under my hot stare that could melt iron.
I went to work,
“Damon…”
A gasp tore through his throat, as I took all of him. I could feel his twitching dick at the back of my throat. I didn’t stop, I continued my movement, and as if that was not enough, I slipped a finger inside his clenching hole, feeling the boy came undone under me.
“Damon…ahh, yes, fuck”
Dirty moans that could make a porn star cover her mouth in shame, escaped Milo's wet lips, sending jolts of pleasure down to my already hard dick that was becoming too painful to bear.
My boy was completely gone, any form of restraint was gone from his body. His waist buckled, his whole body shivering, as he arched his waist, pumping into my mouth, while riding on my finger. Tears clunged at the edges of his eyes.
I let him be himself, letting him be in charge at the moment… and to my shock he was doing pretty well.
"Damon," he moaned, his hands clutching at my shoulders. As if telling me to stop before it's too late. "I can't... it's too much..."
"You can," I assured him with my eyes, kissing him deeply, before adding another finger.
“Aahhh!” He hissed in pain mixed with pleasure.
The glow intensified until the room was bathed in purple light.
“Fuck, Damon, I am about to…”
I didn't let him finish, I acted quickly, one moment I had his throbbing dick in my mouth, the next moment, I let it out with a pop sound.
I saw the slight confusion on his face, the slight pout on his lips, but that made what was to come even sweeter. With one swift motion, I turned him on his stomach, his ass high up in the air, aligning with my cock.
In one swift motion, I drove into him.