Chapter 49

Chapter 49

-MILLIE-

I should be scared of Damian’s declaration, but I’m not. Even when the fury vibrated off of him, I felt no fear. I was light- headed from the desire glinimer in his eyes, like a lighthouse in the middle of a turbulent sea. His touch kindled wildfire under my skin, turning me to writhing and heated mess before him.

He held me hostage on his lap, his big hand guiding my face to get better access to my mouth. Kissing me roughly, he forcibly ground my center over his rigid member. He was as hard as steel, twitching each time he’d rub me back and forth over his length.

His roughness sent my pulse skyrocketing. It drummed against my chest cavity, singing nothing but Damian’s name.

He drank deep from my mouth, growling each time I’d resist and bite his l*p. My mind told me to push Damian away and hold on to my resolve longer, but my b*dy had already made the decision. As Damian’s k*sses turned passionate, almost desperate, he forced his tongue between my l*ps as though he was asking for permission.

My b*dy won the war against my head. This explosive attraction I had for Damian f ucked me up again. I gave in and k*ssed him back, parting my l*ps, and granted him entry. The bas ta rd smiled against my mouth, inviting my tongue for a playful duet.

It was dizzy, I lost my mind in the bliss of passion until breathing became inconsequential.

Damian pulled away and growled. “Permission to f uck you.”

The need in his heavy, lidded eyes left me speechless. I swallowed hard, processing what he just said. Even when every muscle in his b*dy told me he wanted to get rough and dominate me, he still asked for my consent.

Why does that looked so hot?

“I want you, Millicent.” He pushed my hair out of my face and traced my cheek tenderly, his dark eyes dilating. “Why can’t you f ucking get that through your thick, stubborn head?”

For the lack of response, I could only giggle nervously. Was this his way of f ucking his way through my stubborn head? He made me believe that he’d f uck me in a savage way. I’m not opposing that idea, but this was even hotter. Does that make any

sense?

He’s actual intent was to sweet talk his way to get what he wanted. Maybe I’ve taken his statement out of context?

“And now she’s laughing at me,” he groaned, grabbing my as s , rubbing my pu ssy over his ramrod c ock.

I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut. “Please let me f uck you. I’d go insane if I go another night without marking you.”

“Marking me?” I scoffed. “I’m not a property you can own.”

“See? Any woman would say yes to me in a heartbeat, but you…” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Only you, Millicent.” He pushed me on my back, stretching above me. “Marking you meant the end of our contract.

“And what’s gonna happen, then?” I whimpered. Damian chose that moment and buried his face in my throat, biting down on my collarbone.

“You’d be mine.” He traced the low-cut n*eckline of my top with his tongue, lavishing my heated skin. “Mine to protect.” He nuzzled my left breast, my n*pples turning to stiff points. “Mine to care for.” He licked my right n*pple. “Mine to pleasure.” He bit down on it.

Like a lightning bolt, pleasure shot through my entire b*dy, my back arching off the bed. “Yes.”

“Yes?” He circled my n*pples with the tip of his tongue, leaving a wet patch on the fabric of my sleepwear.

“Yes, f uck me.” As though my answer surprised him, he lifted his head from my chest, questioning eyes locking with mine. I

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cupped his face and pulled him up so I could k*ss him. “Yes to being yours, Damian.”

The sound that came from him was inhumane. Gone was the gentle Damian. He dragged my top

op over my head, diving forward to take an aching n*pple between his l*ps. I sighed, burying my fingers in his hair, his mouth driving me crazy.

“Damian.” I moaned, pushing my chest for his attention. He cupped my breasts and pushed them together, licking my n*pples back and forth. “Oh sh it, that feels so good.”

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“So f ucking good,” he murmured, licking a stripe down my stomach. He ripped my bottoms off and buried his face between my thighs. “But this is f ucking better,” he groaned, I cry out. He grabbed my a ss cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh. “I’d never get tired of eating you out, Millicent.”

His tongue lashed onto my cl it, licking, biting and nipping as if it was a third n*pple. Then he shoved his tongue inside me, wiggling the tip, making me gasp. “Hm.. yes.”

A toe curling sensation spiraled down my spine when he pushed a finger at my entrance and suckled my c lit. The sensation was mind-blowing. I dig my hands into his hair and start pulling my b*dy squirming at the command of his hand and tongue on my p ussy, my legs falling wider as stars dance on the back of my eyelids..

When I shuddered. tipping over my release, he stopped all ministration, laughing darkly when I cursed his name.

“Patience, baby.” He sat up, removed his shirt and boxers, his co ck slapping against his stomach. “The only time you’re allowed to come is when I’m buried balls deep inside you,” he said, fi sting that monster between his legs.

I swallowed, calculating his size compared to Hunter’s. It must be all the romance novels I’ve read, but I’ve never actually seen one that would fit all the author’s description, until now. Hunter wasn’t average, but Damian was bigger on girth and size. Like freaking porn star worthy girth and size.

“The look on your face is a f ucking compliment,” he sounded smug.

I couldn’t form a reply. My heart strummed in my chest as Damian settled between my parted legs, k*ssing me until I was breathless. Holding his weight in one arm, he guides his c ock up and down my center, coating the head with my wetness. I held on to his shoulder as our eyes locked. Slowly, Damian embedded himself inside me, allowing me to feel every inch until there was no more of him.

“Oh my G od.” I winced, my pu ssy had never been stretched like this before. A pleasurable pain coursed through my b*dy I wiggled, searching for a comfortable position beneath him.

Damian groaned with each move I made, but stayed as still as he could.

“I knew you’d f ucking feel like heaven,” he snarled, eyes flaring as his jaw ticked.

Once my b*dy got accustomed to his side, Damian dragged out and pushed back in, all the air leaving my chest. passed out.

His first thrust made me groan. His second made me cry, and when he started to move on top of me, gaining a stea of push and pull, I lost the ability to make coherent sounds.

All I could feel was Damian. His chest pressed mine, his scent mingling with S** and lust, and the sounds he made each he’d hit that magical spot inside me that made me scream his name. Everywhere his hand would touch me, wildfire spr beneath my skin.

I hear a beseeching chant of ‘please, please, please, in my head. soon realized it was me begging Damian to give me more

“Please, what?” Damian squeezed my breast, pinching my n*pples

“Make me come!” I couldn’t recognize the sound of my own voice.

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“Not yet,” Damian chuckled, sitting on his ankles, sliding one hand under my a ss, and lifting my lower b*dy off the bed. My shoulders dug into the mattress, my head spinning at the sudden change in our position. Damian reached where our bodies joined, seeking my c lit. He stroked the engrossed bud with his thumb, his co ck going in and out of me. I was so wet a squelching sound followed each time he buried himself and withdrew from my b*dy.

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