Chapter 150 My fiancée

Chapter 150 My fiancée
JASMINE

“I want to hear you, baby,” he growled, biting down gently on my nipple before soothing it with his tongue. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

He added a third finger, stretching me deliciously as his pace increased. My hips bucked against his hand, chasing the pleasure that was building fast and hot in my lower belly.
“I’m... I’m close,” I gasped, my walls clenching around his fingers.

“Come for me, fiancée,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. “Come on my fingers like a good girl.”

The orgasm crashed over me hard. I cried out his name, my body shaking as waves of pleasure rolled through me. Damien didn’t stop, working me through every pulse until I was trembling and oversensitive.

He finally withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while holding my gaze. The sight was so erotic I felt another rush of arousal flood between my legs.
“Delicious,” he said with a wicked grin. “But I need more.”

He hooked my legs over his shoulders, lowering his head between my thighs. The first slow lick of his tongue over my sensitive clit made me jolt. Then he devoured me, licking, sucking, and fucking me with his tongue like a man starved.

His stubble scraped deliciously against my inner thighs, adding another layer of sensation that had me fisting the sheets and moaning loudly.
“Damien— fuck, yes— right there!”

He hummed against me, the vibration sending me spiraling again. Within minutes, another orgasm tore through me, even stronger than the first. I screamed his name, my thighs clamping around his head as I came hard on his tongue.
Only when I was panting and boneless did he finally pull back.

He kissed his way up my body, pausing to suck marks into my skin claiming me visibly as his.
When he reached my mouth, he kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I could feel his hard cock pressing insistently against my thigh, hot and heavy.

“Please,” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist and trying to pull him closer. “I need you inside me. Now.”

Damien groaned, reaching between us to line himself up at my entrance. “You’re going to take every inch of me tonight, baby. And you’re going to remember exactly how it feels.”

He pushed in slowly at first, letting me feel every thick inch as he stretched and filled me completely. We both moaned at the sensation — tight, hot, and perfect.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he rasped, burying his face in my neck as he bottomed out. “So tight… so wet… all for me.”

He started moving, slow, deep thrusts that had me gasping with every stroke. Gradually his pace increased, hips snapping harder as he drove into me. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with our moans filled the room.

“Harder,” I begged, digging my nails into his back. “Please, Damien— fuck me harder.”

He obliged immediately, pounding into me with powerful, relentless thrusts. One hand gripped my hip tightly while the other pinned my wrist above my head.

Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my entire body.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “Take my cock. Take everything I give you.”

I could feel another orgasm building fast. My walls fluttered around him, squeezing him tighter with every thrust.

“I’m gonna come again,” I cried out, my head falling back against the pillows.

“Come with me,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Come on my cock, Jasmine. Let me feel you.”

We came together, hard. I screamed his name as intense pleasure exploded through me, my walls pulsing and milking him. Damien buried himself deep inside me with a guttural groan, spilling hot and thick as he rode out his own release.

For several long moments, we stayed locked together, panting and trembling. Damien pressed soft kisses to my sweaty forehead, my cheeks, and finally my lips — this time slow and tender.

“I love you,” he whispered against my mouth, still buried inside me. “My fiancée… my future wife.”

I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “I love you too. So much.”
He rolled us carefully so I was lying on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around me.

His hand stroked lazily up and down my back as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Rest for a bit, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you tonight. I promised you oblivion… and I always keep my promises.”
I shivered in anticipation, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

Damien’s strong arms stayed wrapped tightly around me as we lay tangled in the sheets, our breathing still ragged from the overwhelming pleasure we had just shared. The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of our slowing heartbeats. Rose petals and a few stray balloons littered the floor around the bed, a beautiful reminder of the night that had just changed everything.

He shifted slightly, rolling us so I was on my back and he hovered over me. His emerald eyes, still dark with lingering desire, softened as they roamed over my body. His gaze lingered on the faint scars that marked my skin, reminders of the pain I had endured long before he came into my life.

Without a word, Damien lowered his head and began pressing slow, tender kisses along every scar he could find. He started at the ones on my shoulder, then moved to the faded lines across my ribs, and down to the ones near my stomach.

Each kiss was gentle, reverent, like he was worshipping the parts of me I had once tried so hard to hide.

“I love every inch of you, Jasmine,” he murmured against my skin, his voice low and full of emotion. “These scars… they don’t make you any less beautiful. They’re proof of how strong you are. Proof that you survived. And I love every single one of them because they’re part of you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as he continued kissing each mark, his lips warm and soothing. He took his time, making sure no scar was left untouched, no part of me left unloved.
“You are perfect to me,” he whispered, moving back up to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Every curve, every freckle, every scar. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. You’re my fighter, my survivor, my queen.”

I cupped his face with both hands, pulling him up so I could look into his eyes. “Damien…”

He smiled softly, brushing a stray tear from my cheek with his thumb. “This is just the beginning of our forever, tesoro. Tonight, I made you my fiancée. Soon, I’ll make you my wife. We’re going to build a life together, the good days, the hard days, all of it. I’m going to wake up every morning next to you, make you those pancakes when you’re grumpy, and love you through every storm. And when we have children, I’ll love them with the same fierce love I have for you.”

He leaned down and kissed me slowly, deeply, pouring every ounce of his love into it. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine.
“I’m never letting you go,” he whispered. “You’re stuck with me for the rest of our lives, Jasmine Scott. Soon to be Jasmine Blackwood.”

A soft laugh escaped me through the tears. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

{THE END}
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