Chapter 137 Throne
Chapter 137 Throne
Tears welled up in Damon's eyes too. I quickly cupped his face, my thumb catching a tear before it fell.
"Don't cry," I whispered, shaking my head.
"You're my knight. You saved me. You showed me that love can be this beautiful, even when it means being vulnerable. You lit up my dark skies." I turned his hand over and kissed his knuckles softly.
"You're my salvation, Mr. Businessman." I let out a small, teary giggle. "I don't know what happens next, and for once I don't care. As long as I'm with you, I'm ready for whatever comes."
"I love you."
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I moaned, loving the way his erotic tongue teased and sucked on my nipples. My mind was going crazy as the burning flame of pleasure ignited throughout my body. He traced the curve of my breasts, making me whimper and bite down on my lower lip.
He pulled away, excitement and mischief dancing in his hooded gaze. I watched him with ragged breaths, my need for oxygen becoming secondary to my carnal sexual desires. My desire for him.
He looked so sexy, his dark curls tousled, a few stray strands falling onto his forehead. His five o'clock stubble made his jawline look more prominent.
His figure was so alluring, oozing sex and dripping with dominant masculinity, one that I knew couldn't be matched by any other man. My Damon wasn't any ordinary man. The way the rays from the moon bounced off his muscles, giving them a sort of imaginary glow.
His big arms that always held me protectively but tenderly, like I was some expensive, very fragile piece of china. His tight torso that served as a hoop for my legs during cuddle time. His slender fingers that stirred me up so badly they had me gasping for more.
There was no doubt this man was drool worthy, immaculately gorgeous. Respectfully.
With the blink of an eye, he had flipped us.
He had me at the headboard, clutching it for balance while he lay beneath me, his face directly under my throbbing core. I looked down at him, confused.
What was I supposed to be doing here?
His hands gripped my bare hips, rocking them back and forth and rubbing my bare sex against his greedy lips in the process. I got the idea.
Reluctantly, I clutched the headboard harder and began grinding my throbbing core against his mouth. I moaned, my body shaking as his ravenous mouth devoured my clit, licking, sucking, and nibbling on it.
His stubble against my pussy was driving me crazy, and I was certain it would leave marks. His marks on me. It sent a shock through my body, making my breasts bounce with each ragged and furious thrust. I screamed out as his hands gripped my derrière hard and he increased the pace, rocking my hips back and forth against his face.
"Like your throne, baby?" he asked, his voice deep and husky, rumbling between my thighs. The vibration made me moan as pleasure wracked through my body.
Oh my gosh.
It felt so good, his mouth sucking on my cunt, teasing me with strokes of his moist, hot tongue inside me. It was like I was going to explode. I felt the immense pressure building up in my lower abdomen.
I curled my toes, trying my best to hold back my climax, wanting more but at the same time wanting to release. His plump lips felt so good between my legs that I wondered how I had ever lived without this feeling.
Fuck! I was going to cum everywhere, on his face. "Damien!" I cried out, trying my best to warn him, but he ignored my desperate cries and continued his pleasurable torture on me. I was on the edge.
I felt like any moment I would pass out from the amount of pleasure I was feeling.
"Release, baby. Go on. Cum all over my face."
With that, I released. Everything flowed out as my body jerked. One wave after another of relief poured out of me.
I screamed, my body shaking as I squirted everywhere, holding tightly to the headboard, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
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I lay in bed, the thin sheets barely covering my naked body. A soft yawn escaped my lips as I stretched my arm across the mattress, expecting to feel Damien’s warm, solid frame beside me. Instead, my fingers met nothing but cool, empty space.
A frown creased my brows. I blinked my eyes open fully and scanned the room. Damien was nowhere in sight.
Where did he go?
Pushing myself up, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. A sharp cramp shot through my core, making me wince. Heat flooded my cheeks.
Well, there was the undeniable proof of last night’s intense activities.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand and checked the time: 6:35 a.m. It was still early, too early for Damien to have already left for work. My bare feet padded quietly across the floor toward the bathroom. As I approached, I heard Damien’s low, muffled voice coming from behind the closed door.
He sounded like he was on a phone call. I was about to turn around and head back to bed when I heard my name. It stopped me dead in my tracks. Curiosity and a sudden spike of unease pulled me closer.
I pressed my ear gently against the cool wood of the door. “We will not discuss this at home. I cannot have Jasmine find out.”
Silence followed. My heart started hammering in my chest. What was I not supposed to find out?
The person on the other end must have been speaking, because Damien stayed quiet for a moment.