Chapter 9 F*ck Me...
\[Vayra's POV\]
Now I’m sure this is how wolves normally live — bound by duty, loyalty, and the rhythm of pack life. Everything about them seems to revolve around order and responsibility. But then again, why can’t he be something else? Why can’t he be a musician — a pianist whose fingers dance across the keys, or a singer whose voice carries through the night? Why not an orchestra director, guiding melodies instead of people? Why does he have to be a doctor, always saving others but forgetting to save himself?
Those thoughts tangled inside my mind, looping endlessly, until I didn’t even notice when his song came to an end. The air was still humming with the last note when he moved — quiet, graceful — and sat beside me.
I blinked, realizing too late that I’d been staring into nothing. My heart skipped as his hand reached for mine, his touch grounding me, gentle but sure. I turned to face him slowly. His smile met me halfway — warm, patient, and full of that unspoken affection that always made me melt. He lifted his hand to my face, his fingertips tracing along my cheek as if memorizing every inch of me. The contact sent shivers down my spine, and my heart began to race, beating wildly in my chest, loud enough that I swore he could hear it.
He leaned closer, so close that I could feel his breath against my lips — soft, warm, and trembling with something unspoken. I closed my eyes, holding still, listening to the silence that wrapped around us. My heartbeat echoed in my ears like a drum, fast and uncertain. Then, his lips brushed against mine — barely a kiss, more like a whisper — yet it sent a spark racing through my whole body.
Everything inside me stirred awake. My skin tingled, my chest tightened, and the butterflies in my stomach didn’t just flutter — they soared. Every nerve, every breath, every heartbeat was alive. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but somehow, I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted more.
It felt right. Too right. I needed this — him.
When I opened my eyes, all I could see was Damon — his face, his eyes filled with warmth and mischief, his smile that always made me forget the world. I missed his touch. I missed his kisses. I missed him. How did I let myself drift so far from this feeling? From him?
I must be the stupidest person alive. But as his hand lingered against my cheek, and his thumb brushed my skin with that same tenderness, I knew — even if I was foolish, I was exactly where I wanted to be.
How could I have forgotten this feeling already? How could I let go like this again? My eyes were watering when he pressed his lips against mine, holding me close to him, kissing me gently, lovingly. His hands moved slowly towards me. I couldn't move a single muscle even when Damon caressed my bare thigh.
I shivered at his touch. I couldn't believe what was happening anymore. I kissed him back, deepening the kiss. His lips were moving against mine. He tasted salty yet sweet. He moaned against my mouth as I ran my hands through his dark hair. His touch was so familiar, so gentle and loving. I loved his touch. Everything was so perfect, so perfect. It was like heaven.
Suddenly he stopped and broke the embrace between us. I quickly wiped my tears and looked at him, searching for answers in his eyes. He looked surprised for a second before he regained his composure. I saw a slight smile forming on his lips. I raised my eyebrow.
"Damon..." I whispered. He leaned down to capture my lips again and the butterflies exploded once again inside me. He tasted so good. I was dying to taste him again.
To feel him again. He was kissing me with passion. He was so passionate. I liked it. I wanted more. His tongue danced against mine and he took my bottom lip between his teeth. I tried to open my mouth for more but Damon's tongue entered my mouth and I gasped in surprise, pushing myself against him to deepen the kiss.
The sound of it sent sparks through my body. He was kissing me roughly. His fingers brushed over my breast over my dress as I felt how wet his panties were becoming and I realized just how much I wanted him to fuck me.
"Fuck me!" That sounded so good. Damon took his shirt out of his pants and I saw he was wearing nothing underneath. It's so sexy. I started breathing hard again as he pulled away from me to take off his belt, untied his shoes, took them off as well, and threw himself on top of me, pushing me further on the couch as he did so.
I start kissing down his neck, sucking and biting, nibbling and sucking. Then I bit down on his skin. Damon moaned and then his fingers touched me again.
He gently squeezed my nipple and I arched into his hands as I felt him deep inside me and felt how strong he was, how full of himself. I moaned deeply and he pulled off my shirt and skirt in one swift motion. He got up above me.
He kissed me with so much passion, I can't keep track of how many times he did this, how long we kissed. But when I started feeling overwhelmed with need, I lifted myself to make our lips meet.
He sucked on my lower lip gently asking me for entrance. He deepened the kiss and moved his hips in slow and deliberate movements. His hands trailed down to undoing his jeans.
I pulled down his boxer shorts, exposing him from his boxers to me completely. Our kisses became deeper. More intense. Slowly he started licking my neck until he reached my breasts and took my right nipple in his warm hot mouth. He suckled it lightly and licked it.
The sensation that was spreading through every inch of my body made me moan and clutch the sheets beneath me as I began moaning loudly.
His fingers found their way under my panties. I whimpered slightly as he gently pushed the panties to the side, making me feel free. He started rubbing circles over my center and I moaned loudly louder, reaching down to cover his hand. I felt like he was taking away my breath altogether.
It felt so good. God! My hips were starting to move faster. He kept on teasing me as he kissed his way upwards. My arms instinctively went up behind him pulling him towards me to make us fit together better.
As he came closer, closer, closer, we made our way to where I needed to be so badly and I couldn't contain myself anymore.