Chapter 168 *
Scarlett’s POV
He lifted me effortlessly onto the bed, his hands roaming over my tank top before yanking it over my head. His gaze devoured my breasts, and he leaned down to kiss each one, his mouth hot.
He unbuttoned my jeans next, sliding them down my legs along with my panties, leaving me bare before him. I arched my back, teasing him with a playful wiggle. "Like what you see?" I asked, my voice breathy.
"More than you know," he replied, his tone absolute. He settled between my thighs, his strong hands parting them gently. "Let me take care of you, Scar. Let me make you feel good."
His mouth descended on me then, his tongue flicking over my clit. I gasped, my hands fisting the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
He licked and sucked, alternating between slow circles and firmer strokes, his fingers sliding inside me to curl against that perfect spot.
"Damon... oh God," I moaned, my hips bucking against his face.
Damon hovered over me, his body a solid wall of heat and strength, his eyes searching mine for any hint of doubt.
My hands roamed his back, pulling him closer, my nails digging in just enough to urge him on. "Now, Damon," I whispered against his lips, my voice steady despite the ache building inside me. "I need you inside me."
He positioned himself at my entrance, the tip of him teasing my slick folds, and I arched up to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, his hand cupping my face tenderly.
"It's perfect," I assured him, my breath catching as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely. The stretch was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and the sweet burn of connection.
He started to move, slow and deliberate at first, his hips rolling in a rhythm that made my toes curl. I met every thrust with my own, my hands clutching his shoulders.
"God, Scarlett, you feel incredible," he rasped, his voice rough with restraint.
"Faster," I demanded, nipping at his jaw, my inner walls clenching around him to spur him on.
He growled low in his throat, his pace quickening, thrusting deeper, harder. One hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his movements. Pleasure spiked through me, building fast, my body coiling tighter with every stroke.
"That's it," he encouraged, his eyes locked on mine, fierce and loving. "Let go for me, baby. I've got you."
I was lost in him—the way he filled me, the heat of his skin. The tension snapped suddenly, an orgasm crashing over me like a wave, ripping a cry from my throat as I shattered around him.
My vision blurred, my body trembling in ecstasy, waves of bliss pulsing through every nerve.
Damon held me through it, his thrusts slowing to gentle rocks, drawing out my pleasure until I was boneless beneath him.
He kissed me softly, his own release following soon after with a deep groan, spilling inside me as he whispered my name.
Slowly, the world came back into focus.
I could hear the clock ticking on the nightstand. Feel the sheets twisted around us. Smell Damon's cologne mixed with sweat.
He rolled to the side. Pulled me with him so I was draped across his chest.
His hand moved up and down my spine. Gentle. Soothing.
"You okay?" His voice was quiet.
I nodded against his chest. "More than okay."
"Good." He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "Because we're doing that again. Soon."
I laughed. It came out breathless. "Give me five minutes."
"Take all the time you need." His arms tightened around me. "I'm not going anywhere."
I tilted my head up. Looked at him.
His eyes were softer now. The intensity replaced with something tender.
"I've never felt like this before." The words came out before I could stop them. "Like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."
"Neither have I." He admitted. "I spent my whole life building walls. Keeping people out. Then you crashed through every single one of them."
"Sorry."
"Don't be." He cupped my face with one hand. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"I love you." The words slipped out.
"I love you too. Everything about you. Even the parts you think are broken."
I kissed him. Slow and deep.
When I pulled back, he was smiling. "Get some sleep." Damon's voice was getting drowsy. "We have all day tomorrow."
"What are we doing tomorrow?"
"Nothing." He sounded satisfied. "Absolutely nothing. Just staying in bed."
I smiled against his chest. "Sounds perfect."