Chapter 146 Rolls Royce

Chapter 146 Rolls Royce
JASMINE

"But tonight," he said, his tone softening as a gentle smile touched his lips, "I'm going to treat you like the queen you are. My queen." He leaned down and kissed me slowly, pouring every unspoken feeling into it. "Come on, my lady."

He pulled back and took my hand, pressing soft kisses to my knuckles. The sweet gesture brought back memories of our first encounters, and a warm smile spread across my face. If someone had told me back then that I would fall so hard for Damien, I would have laughed until I passed out.

He led me out of the room, our fingers intertwined. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, a large, beautiful bouquet of red roses sat waiting on the couch.

I glanced from the flowers to Damien, who was grinning widely. I laughed softly and walked over, lifting the bouquet to my nose and inhaling the sweet, fresh scent. My heart melted at the thoughtful gesture.

"Don't use up all your smiles here," he called out playfully. "We still have a long night ahead." He offered his arm, and I looped mine through it, the bouquet cradled in my other arm as we headed toward the elevator.

As the doors slid shut, I noticed a pink heartshaped balloon floating in the corner with something metallic tied to the string. I looked at Damien, but he just smiled at me, his eyes full of love and mischief. I tilted my head, trying to read him, but he gave nothing away except that he was completely smitten.

Curious, I stepped closer and took the long string in my free hand, careful not to drop the roses. When I pulled the balloon closer, I saw a set of car keys dangling at the end. My heart skipped as I untied them.

The elevator doors dinged open, revealing the private garage. Damien took my hand and led me inside, walking past rows of luxury cars. I hadn't realized so many vehicles were down here.

As if reading my mind, he said with a wink, "They're all mine, baby."

I looked around in disbelief. There were multiple Mercedes, Audis, and at least two Range Rovers. What the hell?

We walked a little farther before stopping in front of a stunning white Rolls Royce. The exterior gleamed pure white, while the interior featured rich carbon fiber accents in a deep, luxurious red. My eyes widened as realization hit me.

I looked up at Damien in shock. "It's yours, baby," he said softly, leaning down to kiss the bridge of my nose.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I shook my head in disbelief. He nodded, smiling wider. I carefully placed the bouquet on the trunk, then lunged forward, throwing my arms around his neck.

Damien laughed deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest as he caught me and lifted me slightly off the ground, his arms secure around my waist.

"You like it?" he asked, staring into my eyes with pure love.

I nodded frantically, too overwhelmed to speak properly. He grinned and covered my lips with quick, happy kisses, laughing when I started giggling. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him back, my fingers brushing over his stubble.

"God, I love it," I whispered against his mouth.

"Wanna get in, baby?" he asked, setting me back on my feet and opening the driver's door for me.

I nodded eagerly and slipped inside. The seat felt incredibly comfortable as I ran my hands over the red carbon fiber steering wheel, still smiling from ear to ear.

"Do you like it?" he asked again, watching me with amusement.

"Of course!" I exclaimed, unable to stop smiling. "It's amazing!" Then I looked up at him with a playful pout. "Who's driving?"

He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Who said anything about you driving?"

My brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

I had no idea then, but I would definitely regret asking that question later.

My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. My head fell back against the headrest in absolute bliss as soft, breathy moans spilled from my lips. Shit.

My eyes threatened to flutter shut, but a firm squeeze on my hips kept them hovering open. "Don't close your eyes, baby. Keep them open. Eyes on the road," Damien's deep, commanding voice ordered.

I tried to obey, but the feel of his mouth on my shoulders made it nearly impossible. I was sitting on his lap in the driver's seat of the Rolls Royce, my back to his chest.

His possessive hands gripped my waist tightly as he planted slow, open-mouthed kisses all over my neck, shoulders, and throat. His warm, erotic tongue danced along my skin, igniting fire everywhere it touched.

My core throbbed, already wet with arousal, and I could feel his very prominent erection pressing insistently against my ass.

"Feel that, tesoro?" he grumbled into my neck, his hot breath tickling my sensitive skin.
I nodded vaguely, barely registering his words. The only thing I could focus on was the way his tongue glided across my bare skin, branding me with every slow, sensual stroke.

He lowered his head to the open back of my red dress, his full lips trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of my spine. A pleasured sound escaped me as I carefully navigated the next U-turn.

"D-Damien," I panted harshly. My inner thighs were slick even though he hadn't touched me there yet. The way he kissed my exposed back felt like he was touching me everywhere at once. His skilled lips were wicked against my skin, making me grip the steering wheel even tighter.

"Fuck, you look so sexy, baby," he murmured, pressing more kisses along my throat and tasting my scent. "You're a walking sin. You could make any saint fall to his knees for you, baby. Do you know that?" He sucked gently on the tender skin of my neck. "Just the way you walk seduces me."

I finally brought the car to a stop at a quiet spot and let go of the steering wheel, gripping the dashboard instead as he continued his delicious assault on my body.

He pulled his tongue back and inhaled deeply. "You did so well, tesoro," he hummed, his voice filled with amusement and pride.