Chapter 33 33

Chapter 33 33
Chapter 33
The Breaking Point of Desire
Call me stupid, but I’m not. All I wanted was him. My whole body was shivering and trembling at the same time, like it was under some sort of computer detention, like I was wired and programmed to feel only him, to want only him.
I could feel the wetness, the undeniable ache between my thighs, and every single thing that is being felt when you’re sexually connected to the other person. My nipples are already hard, and my clit has this tingling sensation. It was so raw and intense.
And yet, in the middle of that burning, I couldn’t help myself; I couldn’t stop my eyes from staring at every part of his body.
My eyes landed on his chest, on his perfectly sculpted muscles, and most especially on his nipples. They looked so damn tempting, so irresistible. I swear to God, I wanted to suck them without even thinking twice.
My body moved on instinct immediately; I didn't even reason or think. I walked closer to him, slowly, like prey circling the predator, or maybe like a predator who had already decided she wanted her prey.
Without hesitation, I tiptoed my toes to the ground in order to reach his height; he was just staring at me…probably wondering what I was trying to do.
I placed my mouth on his nipples and sucked them, twirling my head sideways while sucking each of them. I made sure I gave a little sensory bite to each and blew air on them just as they were about to feel the pleasurable pain.
The reaction was immediate.
Damien drew his head backward, his eyes flying wide open, his lips parting in shock. His brows knitted together, and for a moment, he looked so lost in confusion, like he couldn’t believe what was happening.
His Adam’s apple bobbed hard as he tried to swallow, but even his throat betrayed him; his voice came out rough and shaky, like he was fighting against his own control.
Fuck!
“Clarissa… where the hell did you get that experience?” His voice broke in the middle of the sentence, as though he couldn’t keep it steady.
I smirked against his skin, tasting the salt of him as I licked and sucked again. “Does it matter?” I whispered, my voice low, teasing, and hungry.
But the truth was, I had no real experience. Nothing prepared me for this. It was my first time, and yet my body was leading me like it had known him forever.
“Don’t ever do this to any other guy…I…I…oh shit!” He cursed under his breath…. I love the way I made him unable to talk.
His reaction was almost too much for me to bear. His breathing grew harsh, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath my lips. His jaw clenched, but it wasn’t anger…it was need.
I slowly maintain eye contact, and I swear his eyes… Those blue eyes stared at me with desire before rolling upwards.
I licked, sucked, and then I bit gently again, just enough to make him grunt. The sound vibrated in his chest, and I felt it under my lips. That sound alone nearly drove me insane. I could feel his dick already erected and standing firm. I massaged it gently.
Then suddenly, he pulled my face away, his palm against my cheek, forcing me to look into his eyes.
His gaze was sharp and burning but also trembling at the edges, as if even he didn’t know how to stop what was unfolding.
“Why don’t you do this right?” He rasped, his forehead brushing against mine. “I’m supposed to give you pleasure, not you giving me. Because this… this is your first time.”
His voice cracked on those last words, and the way he said it, the way his brows furrowed, the way his lips trembled as he spoke… It was as though he was both warning me and begging me.
And then, without waiting for my answer, he moved.
He swept me off my feet into his arms in one smooth motion, carrying me in a bridal style. I gasped, clutching onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin without realizing it. His eyes flickered down at me, dark and craving, before he started walking.
Every step was heavy and intentional, like he was making a decision he could never take back.
He carried me upstairs. To my bedroom.
My room! The one place that had always been my sanctuary, my safe corner away from the world, was about to become the stage of something I had only ever dreamed of.
But I wanted it anyway!
When he placed me gently on the bed, I couldn’t breathe. His body was above me, his shadow covering me completely. Then, without hesitation, he lowered his lips onto mine and kissed me passionately.
It wasn’t just a kiss; it was fire meeting fire. His lips were rough and demanding, but his eyes squeezed shut like he was terrified at the same time.
I let out a sound I didn’t even recognize, half moan, half gasp, pure ecstasy. My hands slid up his back, grabbing him desperately, my nails digging into his skin—not enough to hurt, but enough to show him how much I wanted him.
Enough to tell him he was mine.
He groaned into my mouth, the vibration sending sparks straight to my core. Then his lips traveled lower, trailing fire across my skin. He kissed my neck and paused only at that spot, his teeth grazing gently before biting my ear. The tingling sensation made me arch against him, my chest pressing into his.
“You like that? Hmm…” He asked while licking my neck… “Ye…yes…” My breathing was quickening.
“Say my name…” His voice came like a whisper in my ear. “Da…dam…I…en…” I called admission moaning in a shaky voice.
His hands were impatient. He slid them under the straps of my bra; he slowly pulled it while it was still on my neck until it was loose.
I froze for a split second, my heart pounding in embarrassment. My nipples were now facing him so hard and yawning to be sucked; they were revealed to him, exposed like I had never been to anyone before.
But the way he looked at me…
His eyes widened slightly, then softened, filled with hunger yet also something dangerously close to worship. His lips parted, and he muttered, almost like a confession, “So beautiful…”
And then, like a hungry lion finally getting his meal, he cupped my breast with his large hands and sucked on my nipples. The heat of his mouth sent shockwaves through my body, making my toes curl and my back arch involuntarily.
“Damien…” I gasped, my voice trembling, my lips quivering.
He didn’t stop. He devoured me. He licked, sucked, and bit, repeating it over and over again. He licked me up and down with his tongue like my nipples were some ice cream until I was whimpering beneath him, tears threatening at the corners of my eyes because the sensation was too much, too good, and too overwhelming.
“I love you, Clarissa,” he whispered suddenly, his voice rough and unsteady, the words almost swallowed by the sound of his heavy breathing.
I froze, my entire body trembling.
“I love you too, Damien,” I whispered back, my voice cracking, tears sliding down the corners of my eyes without me even realizing.
That confession broke something inside me, shattered every wall I had tried to put up.
And then his hand slid downward.
I gasped loudly when I felt it. His fingers traced down my stomach, over my hips, and then between my thighs.
He discovered easily that I wasn’t wearing my panties anymore. His hand was free to roam, free to touch, and free to make me lose my mind.
He reached for my clit and massaged me slowly, in circular motions, his fingers working skillfully as if he knew my body better than I did.
My legs trembled, my back arched, and my mouth fell open with a silent cry.
When he grabbed my hand and placed it on his trousers, I felt a jolt of electricity rush through me. His erection was hard, straining against the fabric, struggling to be freed open.
My hand trembled as I slowly unbuttoned his trousers. I swallowed hard, nervous, but then my fingers wrapped around his dick. It's so big, and I love it!
I gave him a hand job, moving up and down, up and down.
His eyes squeezed shut. His lips parted, a guttural groan escaping his throat as his head tilted back. He was losing control, and that realization fueled me.
But he was far from done.
He slid lower, removing my skirt completely, spreading my legs open. His lips traveled down from my mouth to my neck, my breasts, my stomach, my navel, and finally…finally—his lips reached my clit.
I cried out his name, my fingers gripping the bedsheets so hard they almost tore.
His tongue was merciless, moving up and down my wet cunt, swirling, flicking, and digging into my wet cunt. It felt so good I thought I might actually lose my mind.
“You’re so juicy,” he muttered against me, his words muffled, dirty, sinful. “I could drink up all of you inside.” He spread my cunt wide so that the pinkish part was made visible.
I moaned louder, my thighs clamping around his head instinctively, my body arching as waves of pleasure drowned me.
I spread myself open even wider with my hands, revealing everything to him. His tongue plunged in deeper, while one of his fingers massaged my clit. I was completely gone. I think I'm in heaven! You know that feeling…
He sucked me for almost ten minutes of pure torture and bliss as he sucked me, licked me, and devoured me until my throat was hoarse from screaming his name.
And then, just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped.
Panting, trembling, and desperate, I looked at him in disbelief.
And before I could ask why, I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands grabbing his dick. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth, deep-throating him, sucking hard, my hand moving in rhythm.
His head fell back, his lips parted, and his eyes fluttered shut. “Fuuuck, Clarissa…” he groaned, his voice breaking.
I sucked his balls and licked every inch of him until I could taste his precum in my mouth. I swallowed, savoring it, but just as he was about to cum, he pulled my head away.
“I don’t want to cum yet,” he said, his voice shaking, his face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “You’re so damn good at sucking that cock, but I won’t release until I’m inside you.”
Naughty. Dangerous. Mine.
He carried me again, placing me on the bed, spreading my legs wide open. He took his dick and used it to massage my clitoris, rubbing it up and down, up and down.
I closed my eyes, my mouth open, my body trembling. I couldn’t even make a sound—the sensation was too much.
And then he reached for a packet of condoms, tore it open, and fixed it.
“Clarissa,” he whispered, his forehead pressing against mine. “I need you to put that dick in your cunt.”
With trembling hands, I grabbed him, guiding him slowly inside me. The stretch made me gasp, my nails clawing at his back.
It wasn’t that painful, because the pleasure had already numbed the pain. It was more like pain and pleasure blended into one.
He kissed me deeply and passionately, whispering against my lips, “I love you, Clarissa. You’re so tight…”
Then he moved. Slowly, at first. Then harder, faster.
The sex continued, burning, passionate in every position…doggy style, me riding him, him holding me close. Blood trickled out of me, proof of my virginity, but I didn’t care. As long as it was Damien, I was okay.
When it was over, we collapsed into each other’s arms, sweaty, breathless, and trembling. And then we slept off.