Chapter 8
I wish I could say that was the end of all of it. We realized we were being silly and the whole thing blew over in a matter of minutes. That would be a lie. A pretty lie, but a lie nonetheless. I’ve realize, however; neither of us are that kind of person. We are both overly petty and have vile tempers and we have to learn to accept the bad parts of each other.
He closed the company down early so he could walk me to my house. Early may have been an exaggeration. It was almost midnight. That was weird because it seemed like midday when I left the house.
The worst part? We continued to scream and hurl abuse at one another. It wasn’t as bad as one would think though. We still had boundaries and things we wouldn’t say to each other no matter how angry we got because we love each other deeply. I wanted us to stop, talk it out like adults. It was like I couldn’t stop. No matter how much I hated fighting with him it’s like I just physically couldn’t stop myself from screaming and raging at every bad awful thing about him.
Gah!
“Fine. If this is the way you want it.” The words were hissed in my ear and I almost felt threatened. Like he would get violent and hit me. That is until I realized we had made our way to the apartment and he just dropped me like a sack of potatoes onto the itchy rug. Not even to my couch.
He began angrily undoing his tie.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” I barked out angrily.
“Exactly what you want me to do.” He hissed possessively. “Take off your clothes.”
He actually hesitated for a moment, looking at me for confirmation. He wanted to be sure this is what I wanted. No matter how angry he got he would never force me to do anything I didn’t want to do, even if I normally want nothing more than that. My heart just melted and I felt like a pile of goo. No matter how angry he is, he is still focused on making me feel comfortable. He loves me, I know that.
Most of my anger quelled as I nodded, before the fury built back up as he mumbled under his breath about how dirty my apartment is while stripping down. Gah. What is wrong with him? Elitist asshole. I stripped off my clothes hastily, moving to get up and move to the couch.
“Stay.” He ordered, pushing me back to the carpet. Was he going to take me on the floor? Oh god. That shouldn’t excite me the way it did. I should be disgusted, but I don’t think anything could make me disgusted when it’s with him.
I pretended my blush was due to anger, not because I finally got my first complete view of his nude body. He was beautiful. His form was perfectly sculpted, lean but muscled. His abs were well defined and I wanted to lick sweat that glistened on them. His entire body was like a perfectly build machine. Even his cock was larger than I expected, (I honestly thought his personality might be overcompensating for a moment and was proven 100% wrong.) with a pink tip and a bit of white liquid spilling out of the tip.
Heh. And we haven’t even started yet. I feel empowered by the fact that he was so turned on he was already leaking pre-cum.
He didn’t give me time to say whatever snarky one-liner was sitting on the tip of my tongue. It was a throwaway line and so insignificant that I can’t even muster up what it is the second after I thought of it. I would be upset that I did not get a chance to show how witty I am because I fancy myself a very clever woman.
I wasn’t upset, only because that glorious cock of his was pushed inside of me roughly. Oh god. It was harsh and rough. My nails clawed roughly at his back with a snarl ripping from my throat. This was nothing like our first time together when he was gentle as possible.
He showed me the animal he has hidden inside as he pounded me into my rug. Rude as it is, I didn’t actually think he had it inside him. I mean, I always knew he had it in him. But I doubted he’d let me see that side of him.
He was a beautiful man, but that didn’t cancel out his beast. He is a werebear. It’s like saying he’s smart or he’s brave. It’s just some part of him. And the werebear part, at its root, is an intense, dominate, and extremely powerful being. More than anything else, it wants me to submit to it. Oh god, he’s so beautiful! Every part of him made me feel intensely beautiful just because he liked me. Like I was always what he wanted me to be.
I hissed and tried to thrust against him as his huge cock thrust into me over and over. It felt so good and I saw stars when I closed my eyes like every nerve ending was on fire. I’d surely have rug burn by the time is done with how my naked back was being fucked into the ground. I wish I could bring myself to care, but I don’t.
Any consequence is fine. As long as this never stops, I don’t care about anything else. The pleasure made me come in an embarrassingly short amount of time. The pleasure built up so quickly that my orgasm brought tears to my eyes.
It was too fast to enjoy it the way I liked and now he was going to stop and-
He’s not stopping. He hasn’t come yet. He’s twisted my body around until I was on my hands and knees, he got behind me and plastered his body to mine. Doggy style while I was overstimulated. Oh god.
This man is going to just be the death of me, I just know it. I panted and hissed, his hands went to my hips to hold them steady at his brutal pace.
“If you want me to stop.” He purred. “Tell me.”
I said nothing because stopping is the last thing I wanted him to do. I wanted him to keep this up forever. But I couldn’t bring myself to confirm that verbally. It would be like admitting defeat to him.
My entire world went inside out upon my next orgasm. I screamed his name loud enough that I heard my neighbors complain. One of his hands went to my hair and pulled my head back to kiss me roughly as his movements started to get erratic. He finally came inside of me, with a soft moan.
“So beautiful.” His arms wrapped around me, lying down next to me so he didn’t suffocate me with his weight. “You are the most beautiful, amazing thing in my life.” He stroked my cheek with one of his fingers. It was such a gentle touch, the opposite of the primal passion he just gave me a physical demonstration of.
I was mesmerized by the love that shined in his beautiful eyes. Those glittering sapphire’s that sparkled with all of his emotions, that were locked away for everyone but me. Nobody else got to experience Damian in all his beauty. I am the only one with the right to see how emotional vulnerability makes him look so much more beautiful than anything else.
It’s like breaking open a diamond, and inside, you see exposed a pink star diamond. Somehow even more beautiful, though you believed it to be impossible. He would be a geode, but the outside layer is beautiful too, and it wasn’t even fair.
“I love you.” I blurted out, ruining the peace of the moment, by not letting a moment just be. My voice was hoarse and it sounded like the squawk of a bird.
Despite all of this, the gentlest smile that I have ever had the pleasure to see curled his lips upwards. “I just wanted to protect you.” He whispered to me. “Because I love you more than life itself.”
“Take me. I want you.” I purred in his ear.
He looked shocked at my forwardness, before snorting with laughter. I pouted at him. That just made him laugh all the harder. His laugh is beautiful as the rest of him, reminding me he is just human. (Well, Werebear. But still, the principle stands.)
“Of all the things I expected you to say!” He wheezed. “Didn’t we just do that too?” He teased, snickering.
I pouted at him. He went back to his playful jerky personality that I pretended to hate. I can’t help it. This is how he acts when he’s happiest and him being happy canceled out any smidgen of annoyance I felt. I just physically could not be mad at him. It isn’t even in my nature to be.
I should be able to be angrier with him. Rage and pout and yell and all that, but I just can’t.
“You’re a dork.” I teased.
He put his hand on his heart in mock-offense. “How dare my own girlfriend, betray me like this!”
I stuck my tongue out at him. “How dare my own boyfriend be such a dork?” I teased.
“A dork who rocked your world babe.” He gave me this exaggerated wink and playful wiggle of his eyebrows that just made me laugh.
This dork.
How is it I love him so much?
I guess the real question I should ask is, can you really blame me?