Chapter 256 Last Dance 2

Chapter 256 Last Dance 2
Chapter: The Last Dance 2

Damon's POV

The taste of Milo on my tongue was divine… salt and sweetness mixed with something uniquely him that drove my wolf absolutely wild. I had dreamed of this moment for months, lying beside him night after night, breathing in his scent, feeling his warmth, and not being able to touch him the way I desperately needed to.

But now? Now he was spread beneath me like a feast, his silver hair fanned across our pillows, those purple eyes dark with desire as he watched me settle between his thighs.

"D…damon," he breathed, his voice already shaky with anticipation.

"Shh," I murmured against his inner thigh, pressing kisses along the sensitive skin. "I told you I am taking my time. You are going to lie there and let me worship you properly."

His legs trembled as I kissed higher, deliberately avoiding where he wanted me most. I could see him already hard and wanting, but I wasn't going to rush this. Not after waiting so long. Not when I had months of pent-up need to work through.

I traced my tongue along the crease where his thigh met his hip, and Milo's hips bucked involuntarily.

"Please," he whimpered, his hands fisting in the sheets.

"Not yet," I said, moving to his other thigh to give it the same treatment. "I want you desperately for me. I want you so aroused you can't think straight."

"Already there," Milo gasped. "Goddess, Damon, I am already…"

His words cut off in a sharp cry as I finally, finally took him into my mouth.

The sound he made went straight to my cock, making it throb with need. But I ignored my own desire, focusing entirely on him. On learning what made him gasp, what made him moan, what made his thighs shake on either side of my head.

I worked him slowly, deliberately, using my tongue in ways I knew drove him insane. His hands came to my hair, gripping tight enough to sting, but I didn't care. I wanted him to lose control. I wanted him to forget everything except the pleasure I was giving him.

"Damon, I am going to…" Milo warned, his voice breaking.

I pulled back just before he could finish, earning a frustrated whine that made me smile wickedly.

"Not yet," I said, kissing up his body. "I am not done with you."

"You are evil," Milo panted, his chest heaving like he just climbed a hill.

"You love it," I countered, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss that let him taste himself on my tongue.

He moaned into my mouth, his legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. I could feel his hardness pushing against my abdomen. could feel the heat radiating from his body so desperately.

But I wasn't ready to give it to him yet.

I kissed down his neck, finding the mating mark I had left on his months ago. Milo shuddered beneath me, his nails digging into my shoulders.

"Sensitive," he gasped.

"I know," I murmured, sucking on the mark until he was writhing beneath me. The bond between us pulsed. letting me feel exactly how good it felt for him, which only heightened my own arousal.

I continued my exploration, mapping every inch of his torso with my mouth. Appreciating every scar that marked his skin, each one a reminder of what we had survived, of how strong he'd become, of how grateful I was that he was still here with me.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered against his skin. "So perfect. So mine."

"Yours," Milo agreed breathlessly. "Always yours." I could feel through the bond how close he was to begging.

"What do you need?" I asked, even though I knew. I wanted to hear him say it.

"Touch me," Milo pleaded. "Please, Damon, I need…"

I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly, and Milo's words dissolved into incoherent moans. His hips thrust up into my grip, seeking more friction, more pressure.

"Like this?" I teased, keeping my strokes deliberately slow.

"Faster," Milo demanded, then immediately corrected himself. "Please. Please, faster."

I rewarded his politeness by increasing my pace, watching his face as pleasure built higher and higher. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth falling open, his entire body tensing as he approached the edge.

Then I stopped completely.

Milo's eyes flew open, purple irises staring with puppy eyes. "What… why…"

"Because I want you ready for me," I said, reaching for the oil we kept in the nightstand. "Really ready."

Understanding dawned in his eyes, followed by a fresh wave of desire that crashed through our bond. "Yes," he breathed. "Yes, please."

I slicked my fingers with oil, then pressed one slowly inside his hotness. Milo's head fell back against the pillows, a low moan escaping his throat.

"More," Milo demanded. "Don't hold back. I told you… I can take it now."

So I gave him more. Adding another finger, then another, stretching and preparing him while he writhed beneath me. Making all sorts of obscene and sluttery sounds that could give a professional sex worker a run for her money. my cock leaked with anticipation.

Then I decided to try something I had been fantasizing about for months… my head bent low, taking all of him in my mouth while my fingers continued to work inside him. The reaction was instantaneous.

"Yes daddy, yes, fuck!" Milo cried out, his whole body tensing in shock and overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck, i cant take it… yes, ahhh!.” He pleaded seamlessly. I could feel his dick pulse in my hands, feel his walls expanding and contracting around my fingers. My cock ached uncontrollably, I wanted nothing more than to replace my fingers and pound my mate until he could only remember my name. But I waited.

I wanted this night to be for his satisfaction first. And with that thought, I increased the speed of my fingers, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside him with each thrust.

"Fuck, I am almost there…I need to…"

"I know, my wolf. Come for me, baby," I murmured against his length, then did an even crazier action. I took him deep again, increasing my tempo.

Milo gave one last keening moan, his walls tightening impossibly around my fingers before he released like bullets being shot. I didn't remove my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his essence, feeling his whole body continue to spasm uncontrollably as he rode out his high, my fingers still buried inside him, working him through the aftershocks.

After a few minutes, his semi-hard length left my mouth with a wet pop.

"Fuck, Damon, that was…"

I moved quickly, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss that silenced him completely. He kissed back with fervor, deepening the kiss even more, tasting himself on my tongue.

I tried to remove my fingers, but Milo's hand caught mine, stopping my movement. Apparently he had other plans. His eyes, which had cleared moments before, were cloudy with renewed desire now.

"No, I want you," he said, his voice rough and needy.

“But you just…” I started,

"Please," Milo gasped, his hands reaching for me, pulling me closer. "Please, Damon. I need you inside me. Need to feel you, all of you…"

"Need what?" I prompted, crooking my fingers to hit that spot inside him that made him see stars, watching him arch beautifully. It was amazing how his body was still active despite just organising a few minutes ago.

"Need you to fuck me," Milo practically sobbed, his purple eyes blazing with desperate hunger. "Hard, Don't hold back. I want everything, all of you, all your strength. Please."

The raw sight of milo, flushed face, scattered hair, dilated iris begging me to fuck him would send even the greatest monk into an overdrive.

My last thread of hesitation shattered into a thousand pieces.

"Then you are going to get exactly what you asked for," I growled, the sound more animal than man, but I didn't care anymore. My wolf was rising to the surface, demanding to claim our mate properly.

With one fluid motion, I gripped his hips and turned him over so he would be on his hands and knees, his beautiful round ass presented to me like an offering. The position exposed him completely, showing me his perfect hungry hole that continued to clench and unclench.

I positioned myself behind him, one hand gripping his hip while the other guided my aching cock to his entrance. Through the mirror across from our bed, I could see his face… flushed, pupils blown wide, lips parted in anticipation.

Our eyes met in the reflection, purple meeting gold.

"I love you," I said, my voice rough with barely contained need. "I love you more than anything in this world."

"I love you too," Milo breathed.

Without wasting any more time, I pushed inside his tight heat, in one smooth deep thrust.