Look at you. Corrupting your own innocence
Elise’s pov
I am trembling as I reach for Damien’s shirt, fingers brushing the soft fabric stretched across his chest. He kneels in front of me, silent, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that makes it difficult to breathe. My heart is racing as I tug at the hem, trying to peel it over the hard lines of his stomach. I cannot quite lift it all the way because of our height difference, and for a second I feel clumsy. But Damien takes it off himself, sparing me the awkwardness. He does not laugh. He only keeps looking at me.
My palms move across his bare chest, exploring the planes of his muscles. He feels like he has been sculpted from years of training, strong yet impossibly smooth under my hands. When I press my hand to his abdomen and glance up at him, he lies back without hesitation. Heat floods my face, because the way he follows my unspoken wish makes me feel both powerful and exposed.
Damien is more than the body in front of me. He is strength and gentleness tangled together, a man who carries a rough exterior but a tenderness beneath it that I have never known. He came into my life like a storm I could not prepare for, and now I cannot imagine him gone.
Gathering courage, I lower my lips to his stomach, brushing a kiss there before lifting my head. His eyes burn into me, searching, waiting. I smile despite the blush creeping over me. “This is my favourite part,” I admit softly, sliding my hands over his chest, right above his heart. The confession feels exposing, but before he can respond, I trail my kisses lower, along the lines of his hips. His breathing quickens, a low sound escaping him when my hand finds him. His body trembles, and I feel the same tremor deep within myself.
He is breathtaking, every detail of him, his lashes against his skin, his body stretched out, bare and waiting. Desire coils inside me as I lean down, taking the tip of him into my mouth while my hand steadies against his thigh. His reaction is instant, a shudder running through him as I take him deeper. I have never done this before, but the hunger driving me forward makes hesitation impossible. My hand moves along him as I taste him, my mouth working eagerly. Damien’s groan fills the air, his body straining under the pressure. “God… that feels incredible. Do not stop. Deeper. Yes…”
His words send sparks through me. I am drowning in the need to please him, my hands roaming over his body, gripping every solid muscle I can reach. The wet heat between my legs throbs in rhythm with his groans. Everything about him overwhelms me, his body, his strength, the size of him pulsing against my tongue. I want to push him over the edge, to watch him fall apart, but I ache just as much to feel him inside me.
Damien is immense, his chest and arms forming a wall of strength that only tempts me further. I want to climb onto him, to straddle him, to lose myself in the feel of his body pressed against mine. My gaze lingers on every line of him, his pecs, his stomach, his arms braced behind his head. His sheer presence is too much, and yet exactly what I crave.
Damien’s chest is firm beneath my palms, his skin warm and tanned, the muscles beneath hard as stone. His nipples are stiff, his stomach cut into clean ridges that lead down to the lines framing the thick length I had only moments ago in my mouth.
“Elise…” His eyes are closed, his voice low and heavy with strain as he says my name. “If you want to ride me, you need to do it now. I cannot hold back much longer.”
I do not hesitate. My body is already burning for him, every part of me aching to feel him deeper. I climb over him, straddling his massive frame, and rest my hands on the solid rise of his chest. Damien guides himself and pushes into me slowly, stretching me inch by inch.
He feels impossibly big, more than I remembered. The thickness of him forces me to gasp, my nails digging into his skin before he is even fully inside me. The pleasure surges so strong I almost cannot take it, my body shaking as I try to adjust around him.
When I start to move, the rhythm is rough and uneven at first, but the sensation is overwhelming. Damien shifts his hips beneath me, helping me find the pace, and soon we are moving together. Our moans mix in the heated air, my lips falling against his as his hands grip my sides, urging me down harder.
Every thrust drives me higher. My back arches, my vision swims, and I cling to him, chasing the waves rushing through me. His mouth finds mine again, swallowing the sounds spilling from me, but I pull away long enough to cry out, “Oh, Damien… yes… I love you. I love you so much.”
His answer comes raw, broken by his own moans. “I love you too, Elise. I fucking love you.”
The words fuel me, filling every desperate kiss we share as I ride him harder. The room feels like it is burning, my body damp with sweat, my breath coming fast and shallow. Damien groans with each movement, his hands gripping me tighter, grounding me even as I feel like I am flying apart.
“You feel incredible,” I gasp, my voice catching as another surge builds inside me. “Deeper… please… do not stop.”
Damien pushes up into me, deep and unrelenting, and it makes my whole body tremble. He feels impossibly thick, hard, and full, and the pleasure tears a sound from my throat before I can stop it.
“Oh God…”
I can barely describe what he is doing to me. The sensation is overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity, like I might lose myself completely. My toes curl, my body shakes, and I cannot hold anything back anymore.
His thrusts grow harder, and I feel us both reaching that edge together. He keeps saying my name, again and again, his voice deep and sensual. Hearing it like that drives me even higher. When his mouth finds my nipple and pulls, it pushes me over the limit.
“That… that is going to make me come… do not stop… please… yes…”
The climax rips through me, and no sound leaves my mouth as my body shakes with pure release. Damien groans beneath me, his hands gripping my hips as he spills inside me, his body shuddering with the effort. I feel him warm and deep within me. He stays there, and the intimacy of it sends a strange, gentle ache through my chest.
I collapse against him, smiling, still trembling everywhere. Damien sinks back into the mattress with me draped over him, both of us breathing hard.
“What is my name again?” I ask quietly.
“Elise,” he murmurs, his hand stroking my back as if to soothe me. “Elise,” he says again. “My Elise.”
My smile widens. “I like how that sounds.”
We stay there for a long time, my head resting on his chest as his hands glide slowly over my skin. His pecs make a solid, warm pillow beneath me. My eyelids grow heavier with each breath, but Damien pulls me higher against his chest and tilts his face to mine.
He kisses me slowly, taking his time. His mouth is warm, his tongue moving against mine with a rhythm that feels both tender and consuming. My fingers slide into his light curls, tugging them gently as the kiss deepens.
He kisses me differently now, slower, deeper, and filled with meaning. If we were standing, my knees would give way. This kiss is intense, romantic, and full of unspoken promises.
“I love you,” Damien breathes against my lips.
I smile and tell him softly, “I love you too.”
His grin flashes, small but full of something real. “We have got this, right? We will be great parents.”
A small laugh escapes me. “Then I will finally have a reason to call you Daddy.”
He chuckles, eyes bright. “Look at you. Corrupting your own innocence. Where did that sweet Elise go?”
“Oh, shut up,” I say, still smiling. “You know you love it.”
He pulls me back into another kiss, his tongue sweeping over mine, deep and wet, making my heart beat wildly against my ribs.
I want to believe him. I want to believe us. Because I love this man more than anything, and I want this to last.