Chapter 221 Vampire Luna

Chapter 221 Vampire Luna
I stared at the thick, dark crimson smudged across my trembling fingers, my heart skipping a frantic beat. Blood. Damon's blood. The visual was shocking, a stark reminder of the terrible, burning curse slowly eating away at his flesh. But right then, in that hazy, heat-filled room, my mind was too clouded with overwhelming desire to properly process the danger. I pushed the terrifying thought to the deepest, darkest corner of my brain. I didn't want to think about death, pain, or the horrific reality of his injuries right now. I only wanted him.
Damon finally pulled his face away from my slick center, his broad chest heaving with heavy, ragged breaths. He stood up slowly, towering over me in the dim light of the room. His dark eyes were blown wide, entirely consumed by a wild, feral hunger that made my pulse race even faster. He leaned down, capturing my lips in another scorching, desperate kiss, swallowing the soft whimpers vibrating in my throat. As our lips tangled together, his hand moved down. He freed his thick, heavy length, the intense heat of his skin radiating against my inner thigh.
A sharp gasp tore past my lips as he brought himself right against my sensitive core. He didn't push inside right away. Instead, he began to slowly, agonizingly rub the heavy, blunt tip of his arousal directly over my swollen clit. The slick friction sent absolute shockwaves of raw electricity shooting through every single nerve in my body. He kept grinding against me, hitting that perfect, agonizingly sensitive spot over and over again. My head fell back against the wooden desk, my mouth falling open as loud, desperate moans echoed endlessly through the quiet room.
He broke the kiss, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. Without a single warning, he scooped my completely pliant body up into his strong arms, carrying me away from the hard desk. He tossed me gently onto the center of his massive, silk-sheeted bed. The soft mattress bounced beneath my weight. Before I could even catch a breath, he was crawling over me. He grabbed my knees, gently but firmly spreading my legs as wide as they could possibly go, opening me completely to his hungry gaze.
He positioned himself at my entrance, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my soul tremble. Then, with one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried his massive length entirely deep inside me.
A loud, high-pitched cry escaped my mouth. He was incredibly big, stretching me completely full, but the unbelievable heat of him inside me felt like absolute heaven. He didn't give me a moment to adjust. He pulled back and slammed his hips forward, fucking me with a hard, relentless rhythm. Every single powerful thrust drove him deeper and deeper, sending my mind spiraling out of reality. My loud, breathy moans increased in volume with every heavy impact of his hips against mine. The large wooden bedframe began to creak loudly under our combined weight.
He leaned down, crashing his lips against mine once more, swallowing my loud cries as his hips kept up their brutal, rhythmic pounding. Then, he suddenly pulled completely out of me. A whine of protest slipped past my lips at the sudden emptiness, but he immediately grabbed my waist, flipping my sweaty body over onto my stomach against the tangled silk sheets.
He pushed back inside me from behind, his large hands gripping my hips tightly to anchor me against his forceful movements. He began to play a cruel, teasing game with my senses. He would drive into me with slow, agonizingly deep strokes, pausing at the very base to let me feel every single inch of his thickness. Then, just as I thought I couldn't take the teasing anymore, he would abruptly increase the speed, pounding into me with a fast, frantic energy, only to sharply reduce the pace right back down to a slow, maddening grind.
The sheer intensity of the way he was fucking me was pushing me entirely past my physical limits. He was so big, so relentless, that it honestly felt like my tight core was going to stretch and tear right open. The overwhelming mixture of sharp physical pressure and blinding pleasure was too much for my brain to handle. Hot, thick tears began to well up in the corners of my eyes, spilling over my lashes and soaking into the dark sheets beneath my face. I started making pathetic, broken crying sounds. It felt surreal, like I was floating outside my own body, listening to the sound of my own weeping echoing through the grand room.
The moment the first sob broke through my lips, Damon froze instantly. He stopped his forceful thrusting dead in its tracks, his broad chest rising and falling heavily against my bare back.
His dark brows furrowed deeply, a flash of genuine, raw concern completely replacing the wild lust in his eyes as he leaned over me. "Are you okay, Amanda?" he rasped, his deep voice trembling slightly as he gently brushed a sweaty strand of hair away from my wet cheek.
I swallowed hard, desperately nodding my head against the soft mattress. "Yes..." I whimpered softly, my raspy voice cracking under the strain.
His jaw tightened as he looked down at my tear-stained face. "Do you want me to go slow?"
I closed my swollen eyes, letting out a shuddering breath of relief. "Yes... please."
A soft, understanding sigh escaped his chest. "Okay, love," he murmured gently, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to the back of my shoulder.
He adjusted his firm grip on my hips and started moving again, but this time, he went incredibly slowly. He pulled out by agonizing fractions and slid back in with a gentle, smooth glide. The sudden shift in pace was exactly what I needed. I finally managed to suck a full, deep breath of air into my burning lungs. A few seconds ago, the room had been spinning so fast I legitimately thought I was going to pass out from the sheer sensory overload.
As he maintained that sweet, slow rhythm, he raised his large hand and brought it down against my bare skin. Smack. He began lightly slapping my ass, the soft, stinging contact sending fresh sparks of electricity shooting straight down to my core. He slowly began to increase the pace of his thrusts, but he kept his promise—he didn't go too fast. He maintained a perfectly steady, manageable rhythm, his hand continuing to deliver those small, sharp slaps against my skin that drove me absolutely crazy with desire.
Just as I was getting completely lost in the steady, rhythmic bliss, he paused again. He grabbed my upper arms, gently pulling me up until I was kneeling upright on the soft mattress. He moved directly behind me, taking both of my wrists in his large hands. He pulled my arms backward, placing one of his massive hands firmly over both of my wrists, locking them tightly together in the center of my lower back. The dominant, inescapable hold made my breath hitch sharply. It felt exactly as if he were arresting me, leaving my body completely vulnerable, exposed, and entirely at his absolute mercy.
With my hands trapped securely behind my back, he drove his hips forward once again. He was fucking me deeply from behind, hitting an angle that went so impossibly deep and rubbed directly under my most sensitive spots at the exact same time. There was absolutely no escape from the blinding pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting down hard on my lower lip to keep from screaming out loud.
Slowly, the feral, untamed beast inside him began to take over once more. He started moving faster. And faster. The speed escalated rapidly until he was a complete blur of motion behind me. The way he pounded into my body was so incredibly fast that I couldn't even catch a single breath of air. He didn't pause for a fraction of a second. He moved like a relentless, unstoppable machine, his strong hips driving into me with absolutely everything he had. The overwhelming pleasure hit a devastating peak, completely shattering my senses, and I finally broke down, sobbing and crying out loud as the endless waves of pure, intense ecstasy crashed ov
er my shaking body.