Page 85 of Aine
Of all the reactions I anticipated, a loud booming laugh was not one of them.
“That’s all? Thank you for the unnecessary reminder.” He nips at the skin above my mark. “Now, will you stop trying to push me away and let me pleasure my mate? I have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
My grip on his wrist loosens before I change my mind and tighten it. “You can’t go any lower,” I say, fearful he’s going to mess with my cup and create an unwanted leakage.
A loud grumble vibrates from his chest as he expresses his displeasure for my words. His fingers slide over my clit, teasing before pressing down and massaging in a slow, torturous circle.
My thighs clench around his arm as pleasure courses through me.
“I don’t care if you’re bleeding,” he says. “I fully intend for my cock to slip into you after I’ve made you cum by my hand.”
He backs up his words with a roll of his hips, his hard length prominent as it digs into my butt.
I gasp, cursing my body for its poor timing.
As much as I’d like that, my fear of him finding disgust in my body is too great. I hate myself as I shake my headno. There’s absolute stillness from Damien, the unknown making me nervous, before he presses a small kiss to my shoulder.
He relents. “Okay. I’ll go no lower than your pretty clit.” He pulls his hips away, disconnecting himself from my back. “It’s already so swollen for me.” He groans, readjusting the positioning of his hand so he can rub me in earnest.
I bury my face into my pillow to silence my cries as Damien works me, and for a slight moment, I’m grateful he’s had enough experience to know what to do.
A muffled moan slips from my lips as I rock against him, arching my back to press my butt against his hard length again. He groans as I rub myself against him, his hips twitching occasionally, but he continues to focus only on my pleasure.
He’s skilled at this, his fingertips rubbing against me at just the right tempo with just the right amount of pressure that I know it won’t take me long to finish. It’s better than anything Henry or I have ever done, and I pant as I feel my orgasm build.
“I want you to scream my name when you cum,” he orders, his breath tickling my ear. “I want every beast in this building to know you’re mine.”
His hand not currently in my pants moves to my hair before pulling it back with a painful tug. His moans match my own as he crowds over me and rubs faster, the man finding pleasure just by touching me.
“D-Damien, I—” I stutter, trying to warn that I’m close.
His teeth dig painfully into my skin. “Louder.”
I give in to his wishes and shout his name as I fall apart. I can tell it’s not as loud as he’d like, but it’s damn well loud enough that any beasts in nearby rooms will have heard.
Damien continues to circle my clit until I’m too sensitive to enjoy it and push him away. I expect him to rub against me in an attempt to progress things further, but he remains respectful of my wishes and separates his hips from mine.
I relax into the mattress before spinning in his arms, eager to face him. He’s already looking at me with a wide smile, his eyes conveying a soft emotion I’m unfamiliar with seeing on him.
“Good morning!” he whispers, pulling back the covers. “It’s time to get up.”
He moves so fast, and in fear that he’s going to jump out of bed before I can express my desire to touch him, I skip the pleasantries and grab his cock. His body stills as my fingers curl around his length, the skin warm even through the fabric of his underwear.
“It’s my turn,” I say, smirking at the groan that reverberates from his chest.
I watch his pupils dilate as I pull back and slide my hand underneath his underwear. He’s already hard, and I like how his hips twitch when I look down and pull him out of the restricting fabric.
I’ve always thought he’d be large, but as I hold him in my hand, I realize just how much I underestimated his size. My fingers barely touch one another, my thumb and middle finger just slightly grazing.
I like it.
Damien gasps and jerks when I stroke him from base to tip, my grip light. His fingers curl and grab on to the sheets, straining the fabric as he tries to hold himself back. The sight of his struggle provokes a surge of confidence within me, urging me to tighten my grip and quicken my motions.
“It feels so good.” He moans, dropping his forehead against mine. “My eager mate touching me is better than I could have ever imagined.”
Quiet gasps slip from my lips every time he makes a noise or movement, his physical enjoyment of what I’m doing him causing wetness to coat my inner thighs. I wish I weren’t bleeding and could feel him inside me.
I already know he’d stretch me wide, filling me entirely as he fucks me into the mattress.