Chapter 71

"Crouching over you," Damion says, "while you were wearing *that*. It was like my own personal hell and heaven all at once." He rubs a hand roughly over his jaw, "I knew I shouldn't have kissed you, but every part of me was so drawn to every part of you-" his voice cuts off, strained, as I lean in closer to him without meaning to.

I rub my lips together, my tongue snaking out dampen them where they'd gone dry and his eyes mark the movement, tracking it, as a flush heats my cheeks, staining them, "Well, I wasn't faring any better that night," I admit with a breathy laugh, "you coming into my room with all of *this* on display." I motion to his naked chest, "I thought my heart was going to combust."

He chuckles, a low rumbling sound in his chest and he reaches out to snag my hand, pressing his lips to my palm in a heated kiss that makes my stomach flip over itself and warmth to spread through every inch of my body. He uses that hand to tug me into his lap and I fall onto him, willingly.

My legs part over his until I'm straddling his thighs, my chest pressed to his hot one. The burning ache that we'd stoked to life last night, that had been simmering just below the surface- the same one that had never fully left- roars back to life in an instant.

I need his hands on me now- more like five minutes ago.

I grasp onto his shoulders as he presses kisses to my jaw, down the length of my neck, and he groans low in his throat, "Gods, I don't think I'll ever get enough of you. Enough of this. Of your smell- the feel of your skin."

The press of his kisses has my hips rocking against his lap where I can feel he hard evidence of what he's saying straining against his pants and along my inner thigh. A breathy moan slips from between my lips at the feel of the sweet friction there.

All at once, Damion stands. He holds me tightly against his chest and I wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me over to his bed in a blur of steps that leave me breathless. And in one quick move, the gown is ripped over my head, laying in pile on the floor.

Bare now, except for the thin scrap of lacy fabric that acts as my underclothes, I writhe against him as he kisses his way down my body with heated lips. He tosses me onto the bed and my body automatically protests the lack of him against me. But before I have the chance to voice any complaints, he's dragging my to the edge of the bed until I'm aligned with the edge.

Breathing hard, he pauses momentarily as he pushes my thighs apart for him. *What is he doing?*

My question ends in a gasp of surprise as his teeth rip through the fabric of my underclothes. It isn't a practiced move, rather more like the flimsy scrap of lace personally offended him and he wanted to ruin them for standing between me and him. A sharp jerk of his fingers slices through the remaining fabric on either side of my hips and I suck in a breath at the sudden disappearance of the friction there.

"Barbarian," I laugh on a gasp.

"Only when it comes to you."

Any other words are cut off at the scalding press of his tongue stroking over the entire length of me, sucking and teasing along my core.

It feels so good that any and all thoughts melt away except for *more, more, more.*

He sucks and teases me until I'm a whimpering writhing mess, my insides winding up so tightly I can feel the end in sight when he pulls away. He stands up and grabbing my waist, he pushes me up the bed. Before I can protest, he flips us both until I'm straddling him once again as I had been on the couch. Only this time, I'm higher up his body, hovering over the hard bare planes of his chest.

Laying on his back now, Damion stares up at me with heated, hooded eyes and lifts me by my hips until my slick core is hovering over his mouth.

"If you want a release, Lily, you're going to have to take it," he says in low rumbling voice, dark and steeped in velvet, "I want to watch as you come undone this time."

He doesn't need to tell me twice. With one hand on the headboard to steady myself and the other grasping onto the base of one of his horns, I slowly lower myself the rest of the way until I'm pressed up against his hot damp mouth. When his tongue darts out to spear into me, I gasp out a moan.

"Fuck, Damion," I gasp, rocking into his lips, rolling my hips as I find what feels good and press forward until I'm building up a rhythm. Damion's hands on my waist help support my weight as I grind into the hot press of his mouth and his tongue with desperate disjointed movements. Heat jolts through me as his tongue strokes my inner walls. And I crash wildly over the edge.

My head falls back as I cry out riding wave after wave of bliss my body clenching around his tongue, legs shaking so hard I can barely stay upright except for the fact that Damion's strong hands hold me up, supporting me.

"So fucking beautiful," he says, and when I'm able to open my eyes again I see that his pupils are blown out and he's breathing just as hard as me. As I come down from my high, my own breathing starting to even out, I know that wasn't nearly enough. I need more.

I work kisses down his body, until I reach the hem of his pants and I unbuckle them quickly with unsteady fingers. His hands come up to help me as I tug them down his body, revealing every perfect inch of him. I press a kiss to the hard steel of his straining length and his cock twitches at the press of my lips.

"Fuck, Lily, if you want me to last-"

His words cut off sharply as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, sucking him into my mouth, my tongue lapping at the head of him.

"*Fuck*-" the curse is torn from him on a shuddering groan, "*Are you trying to kill me*?"

With my mouth around his cock, I grin up at him beneath my eyelashes and another low rumbling groan tears from his chest. The look in his eyes is more wild than I've ever seen it- so red his eyes border on black to where he looks like he's about to tear out of his skin. *I love it*.

I love it when he loses control like that. Love being the one to bring him to the point where his control is hanging by a thread.

Taking mercy on him, I climb back up his body until my slit is centered over the now damp head of his length. He keeps his hands around my waist steadying me, lining me up. I drop down with a roll of my hips, letting gravity pull me down further and further onto him. Until I'm blessedly stretched and full. But I still want more---

"You feel so fucking good." He says roughly, pressing his hips up until his knot teases at my clit. I rub that oversensitive ball of nerves against his knot, sliding against him with a shudder. There's no self-consciousness in the way I was writhe against him with a needy moan. I use my thighs to leverage myself taking him deeper.

"I want-" I start on a gasping breath, and hesitate, not knowing how to voice what it is I'm feeling right now.

"What?" He rumbles up at me with hooded eyes, his hands coming up to cup my breasts, teasing at the nipples, "Tell me and it's yours."

Without thinking, I rock my hips rock against him again and shudder at the hot heavy feel of him, "I want to try taking your knot," I tell him on a gasp.

He stills for a moment, his eyes going impossibly darker, before his full lips tilt up in a dark heated grin, "Anything you want, darling. Just tell me if it gets to be too much."