Alexis

“What happened?” My finger was tracing one of Damien’s scars, the harsh one that ran from his chest down to the waistband of his pants. He hissed at my touch but didn’t stop my finger tracing over the raised skin.

“Michael did that when they kicked me out of heaven.”

“You poor thing,” I whispered, leaning closer until my lips caressed the skin. Tracing across the twisted line that crossed his nipple, kissing until I stopped to suck the flat circle into my mouth.

Damien had come home about an hour ago. The first thing he had done was issue the order for me to get undressed and be in his bed when he got out of the shower. It was a good thing that it was past the kids’ bedtime and that they were all sleeping peacefully as I had the feeling nothing was going to keep Damien from taking my virginity tonight.

He moaned and grabbed me by the arms pulling me away.

“Are you trying to test my patience?”

His eyes were burning red like a flame, the face most men see before their death, but I wasn’t afraid. I was excited. It made me feel powerful to know that I could make him struggle to keep his control.

“I don’t need it slow, Damien, and I don’t want to wait.”

He leaned down, kissing me deeply while his hand kneaded my breasts.

I moaned aloud, pulling his head closer, feeling like I wanted to crawl right into his skin. His hands slid down my back, raising shivers along my body as he went. The heat of passion seemed to unfold from my breasts and flow downward, my channel clenching hard and causing my slit to flood with moisture.

A moan rose up in my throat as he sucked my hard nipples, biting gently. It was better than the books said. “Oh my god,” I moaned when he switched to the other nipple, his mouth replaced by his pinching fingers.

“You like that?” he whispered, hot against my ear and struggling to formulate sentences, I nodded instead.

“You want more?” he goaded.

“Please.” I was desperate to feel him inside me. “Damien, please.”

He waved an open hand over my legs, and the blanket I had pulled over myself disappeared.

I was naked, bare except for my red panties. My tiny bit of defiance seeming to inflame him as he stared at the bit of red lace, his breathing becoming ragged.

“You wore my favorite color,” he smirked and slid down the bed, getting close enough to pussy to inhale the perfume of my passion.

“Ah,” he said, after a deep inhale. “Smells delicious. Let me see if I’m right.”

One snap and the panties were gone. My legs spread on their own, ready and willing without his prompting and when he laid his tongue on my mound, I shot forward, moaning. Thankfully his grip on my thighs was sure. He licked me, sucking like he was a man dying of thirst.

“Damien,” I said, shaking like a leaf. “Please. I need you.” It wasn’t enough. I needed him inside of me.

His grip on me was sure. If he held any tighter, I would have bruises in the morning, but that didn’t keep me from squirming, gripping the sheets as the heat inside my body threatened to explode.

He crawled up my body and the heat of his cock between my legs had me rubbing against him like a cat. I glanced down, seeing his girth and length for the first time.

He was a monster.

A monster I hoped swallowed me whole.

“You sure?” he ground out, taking his cock into his hand, positioning it at my entrance.

I swallowed, suddenly cotton-mouthed, and nodded. I had a feeling that he was beyond the point of being able to stop. The passion in his eyes was burning me from the inside out. I already knew from my research that it would hurt, but that was the furthest thing from my mind as my hips flexed and rolled, trying to get him to sink inside.

“Look at me, Alexis.” His voice was deep but almost controlled. I glanced up from his erect appendage to his eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he said, pushing inside of me quickly, not giving me time to think twice. Breaking through my barrier, we both moaned simultaneously, caught up in the feeling of being joined at last. He paused when his shaft was fully seated inside of me. The stretch and burn soon turned into a sensual feeling as heat unfurled within my core.

I gasped, arching into his chest and he held me, arms wrapping around me and holding still until I adjusted. The pain was gone and I sighed, relaxing even more. “They didn’t say anything about that in the book,” I said, as I raised my hips a little, looking for more friction for my aching clit.

He chuckled. “Let me show you what a book can’t teach you.”

Every ounce of emotion was battling inside my chest as he slid in and out of me, slow but sure and steady. My body shook with the impact of his thrusts, and it didn’t take long before my legs were wrapped around his waist, undulating to meet him at every arch. His balls slapped against my ass, and his cock twitched inside me, reminding me there was no barrier.

“Oh, Damien,” I moaned, suddenly tensing as I remembered something very important. “We forgot condoms.”

He moaned but didn’t stop. He already had kids. I had no idea if he wanted another but I knew my father would be super shocked if I went from nanny to baby mama.

“I’ll pull out,” he said, closing his eyes, his head falling back as his pace quickened. “Where do you want me to come?”

Inside me. That was the only place I wanted it, but could I say it out loud?

He groaned, his head falling forward, his hand moving to massage my clit. “Don’t think. Just come,” he said, tilting my head so I could see nothing but him.

Damien was pure fire. His eyes were red with passion, his jaw clenching. I felt like Icarus without the wings. I knew I could fly as high as I wanted. I wasn’t afraid to fall because I was sure Damien would be there to catch me.

I came, loudly, screaming his name and shaking, and he held me, drawing out my orgasm for as long as possible. With his control finally fraying, he asked me again, “Where do you want me to come, Lexy?”

“Inside me. Please.”

I would deal with whatever came from it when it happened.

He shuddered, then I felt the heat of his seed inside me, burning me, branding me as his.

I had never felt more complete, as he sagged over me, clenching me to him tightly.