Chapter 315

Chapter 315
The night air was cool against Damian’s skin, but Serene’s body pressed to his was warm, alive, pulsing.
She tilted her face up, lips brushing the corner of his mouth, and he felt the last of the quiet snap inside him like a taut wire finally cut.
He turned her in one motion, pinning her back to the balcony rail with his hips. The kiss wasn’t gentle; it was teeth and tongue and ten years of wanting that had never really gone away. Serene moaned into his mouth, fingers yanking his shirt open, buttons scattering across the stone floor.
“Inside,” she rasped against his lips. “Now.”
Damian didn’t argue. He lifted her (hands under her ass, her legs locking around his waist) and carried her through the open doors, kicking them shut behind him. The bedroom was dark except for the low glow of the moon through the curtains. He dropped her on the bed hard enough that she bounced once, shirt riding up to her waist, bare underneath.
Serene’s eyes were wild. “Get these fucking clothes off me.”
He ripped the shirt over her head, threw it somewhere. She was naked, skin flushed, nipples tight from the cool air and the look on his face. Damian stripped fast (shirt gone, belt, pants shoved down, cock already heavy and leaking). He didn’t bother with the rest.
Serene spread her thighs wide, no hesitation, showing him how wet she already was. “Look what you do to me,” she said, voice rough. “Still. Every goddamn time.”
He growled, actually growled, and crawled over her. One thick finger dragged through her slick folds, circled her clit once, twice, then pushed inside without warning. Serene arched, cursing.
“More,” she demanded.
He gave her two fingers, then three, stretching her open while his thumb worked her clit in brutal little circles. She was dripping down his hand, hips grinding, begging in broken pieces of words.
“Damian—fuck—your mouth, give me your mouth—”
He pulled his fingers free and sucked them clean while she watched, pupils blown. Then he dropped between her legs and licked her like a man starving. Long, filthy stripes from her entrance to her clit, again and again, until she was shaking. He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, flicking fast with his tongue.
Serene screamed (raw, loud, no one awake to hear it) and came all over his face, thighs clamping around his head, fingers twisted in his hair so tight it hurt.
He didn’t give her time to breathe. He surged up, lined his cock up, and slammed inside her in one brutal thrust. Serene’s back bowed off the bed, a choked cry ripping out of her.
“Fuck, yes—harder—”
He fucked her like the world was ending again, hips snapping, bedframe cracking against the wall. Every thrust shoved her up the mattress; he dragged her back down by the hips and did it again. Her pussy was hot and soaked, gripping him so tight he saw stars.
Serene clawed at his back, nails carving red lines. “Don’t you fucking stop—give it to me—give me everything—”
He flipped her over, face down, ass up, and drove back in. One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back; the other came down hard on her ass, the crack echoing. She pushed back into it, moaning like she was dying.
“Again,” she gasped.
He spanked her again, harder, watching the skin bloom red. Then he spread her cheeks and watched his cock disappear into her over and over, slick and filthy.
Serene reached underneath herself, fingers rubbing her clit in frantic circles. “Come in me,” she begged, voice wrecked. “Fill me up—want to feel you dripping out of me tomorrow—”
That broke him. Damian slammed deep, hips stuttering, and came with a guttural roar, pumping rope after rope inside her. Serene shattered again, pussy clenching around him so hard it hurt, milking every drop.
They collapsed sideways, still joined, his cock pulsing inside her. Sweat cooled on their skin. He stayed buried deep, arms locked around her, mouth at her neck.
Minutes passed, only their breathing.
Serene finally laughed, hoarse and shaky. “We’re gonna need a new headboard.”
Damian huffed against her shoulder, kissing the bite mark he’d left. “Worth it.”
She clenched around him deliberately, making him twitch. “Round two in the shower?”
He was already hardening again inside her. “Give me two minutes.”
She rolled her hips lazily, grinning into the pillow. “You’ve got one.”
He pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her back and slide home again, slow and deep this time, eyes locked.
Outside, the estate slept.
Inside, they fucked like the past had never let them go—and like the future was finally, truly theirs.