Chapter Three
Emma
Damien is turning out to be a real mystery man. When I first saw him chopping wood, he looked like a beast. He’s got a big black beard and long black hair tied in a knot, with bright blue eyes that remind me of sapphires. His muscles are huge. And his voice is gruff and stern, like he’s cross with me for merely daring to exist.
But when he speaks, I can tell he’s well-educated. There’s something about him under the surface that’s polished and refined, something that I can sense but can’t quite make out.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say finally. “Why do you live out here all by yourself?”
Damien gets up from the table and takes his empty plate to the sink. He sets it down, then starts pacing about the cabin like a caged animal. Now that I’ve noticed how handsome he is, it’s like I can’t make myself look away. I’ve never seen a man like him before. Damien makes Travis look like a little kid.
“Can I have some more stew?” I turn to Damien and hold out my bowl. He nods gruffly and takes the bowl from my hands before refilling it and passing it back.
It’s crazy – I’ve never eaten anything as delicious as the stew in front of me. I’m used to fine dining, but something about this is just heavenly. I don’t know what’s in it, and part of me doesn’t want to, but it’s almost like Damien drugged it and I can’t stop slurping it down.
“Where do you live?”
“Umm, you know. With my parents. I’m a college student, but my father didn’t want me living in the dorms by myself.”
Damien comes back to the table and sits down. “And will they be worried about you?”
I shake my head. “No,” I say. “We’re not close. To be honest, they probably don’t even know that I’m gone.”
Damien frowns. “When you’re done eating, I’ll take you to the main road and show you the way back to town.”
I blink at him. “What about my ankle?”
“You’ll be fine,” Damien says. “It’s not sprained, and the way back to town isn’t as long as you think it is. I know a shortcut.”
“Thank you,” I say quietly as I take another bite of stew. It’s funny – I’ve only known Damien for a few minutes and yet he’s been so incredibly kind to me.
Damien doesn’t reply. I sneak another glance at him and when I see his eyes, I feel my cheeks blush bright red. They’re the deepest blue I’ve ever seen, like pure ocean water. And despite the beard, he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met. He carries himself with a strong purpose, like he isn’t afraid of anyone or anything.
I like that. Despite Damien’s gruff manners, it makes me feel safe and protected.
“This is the best stew that I’ve ever eaten,” I say honestly as I scrape the bottom of the bowl with my spoon.
Damien gives me a strange look.
“What?” I ask nervously. “Why are you looking at me like that? Does this have squirrel in it or something?”
“No,” Damien says slowly. He shakes his head. “It’s just that, well…” He trails off, then narrows his eyes and frowns.
“Tell me,” I say. “You’re making me nervous!”
Damien clears his throat. “You’re obviously a wealthy girl,” he says. “I know that’s the new iPhone you have. And your clothes are designer.”
I give him a skeptical look. “Yes, and?” He’s right, but I almost don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. To be honest, it’s very unsettling that he was able to glean so much from me after only a few minutes.
“So, it’s likely that you’re used to fine dining. And my stew is certainly not fine dining.”
I flush hotly. Everything Damien says is so intense, and I can feel his bright blue eyes boring two holes right into my brain.
“Well, I love it,” I say quietly. “It’s really good.”
“Thanks,” Damien says. He smirks at me and my heart leaps into my throat. God, he’s so handsome when he’s not scowling! “I appreciate that. Even if you’re just saying it to flatter me.”
My flush deepens and I shake my head. “No,” I say. “I don’t do that – I don’t lie.”
“So, what do you do?”
A tingle of excitement worms it way through my body and I shiver. Somehow, Damien’s question sounded almost flirtatious. Suddenly, an image pops into my head of myself and Damien, tangled up together. A shiver runs down my spine and I bite my lip, forcing myself to look up and meet his intense blue gaze.
“Well, um, I’m a college student, and I’m twenty-one, but I don’t really like to party or anything like that. My best friend, Lacey, and I usually hang out at the library or have girls’ nights in with a bunch of movies and fast food.”
Damien raises an eyebrow at me.
“What?” I ask, blushing. “What is it?”
Damien shakes his head. “Nothing. I thought you were younger,” he says in a deep growl. Another shiver runs down my spine and I shift in my seat. When I move, my thighs press together and a heavenly sensation tingles between my legs.
“Is it a problem that I’m not?” I mean the question in a teasing way, but the intense stare from Damien tells me that he doesn’t have much of a playful side.
“No.”
The air between us is charged and tense as Damien and I lock eyes. My mouth grows dry and my heart starts to thud in my chest as my palms grow sweaty. A hot rush of confusing feelings spreads through my body – I’m both aroused and afraid at the same time.
Damien keeps staring at me with hunger in his eyes. I swallow nervously as I push my empty bowl to the side and get to my feet. When I turn and walk to the counter with my dishes, I can feel Damien’s eyes glued to my body. I can feel his stare clinging to my hips and thighs and I blush, suddenly wishing that I wasn’t such a big girl. I don’t know why he’s attracted to me – maybe it’s because I’m the only woman around for miles – and I’m almost scared of what it means.
“Emma…”
Damien’s voice is a low growl in my ear. I can feel his hot breath on my neck and I turn around to find that he’s silently crossed the kitchen and is now standing behind me. I stare at him for a long moment and he grabs me in his arms, crushing his mouth to mine.
The kiss is electric. I moan softly as Damien’s tongue slips between my lips. When I feel his teeth on my lower lip, I shiver and wrap my arms around his neck. A hot thrill of pleasure wriggles between my legs as Damien holds me firmly in his arms, pressing his body to mine. I can feel his rock-hard cock pressing against my lower belly and I gasp and squirm as our kiss grows deeper.
When Damien pulls away, I’m panting and gasping for air but I don’t have time to think about what’s happening before he tears my shirt away from my body and tosses the ragged cotton to the floor. Damien growls at the sight of my cleavage before dropping to his knees and pressing his face right into my tits. He tears my bra with ease, throwing it down and exposing my huge breasts.
“Oh my god,” I moan loudly as Damien begins to suck and bite at my nipples. They’re stiff and hard from my arousal and the cold cabin air and my pussy tingles as Damien flicks his tongue over my skin. It feels so good that for a moment, I think I’m going to pass out and I have to grip the edge of the counter to keep from falling.
Damien’s scratchy beard feels like delicious torture as he moves his head from one breast to the other, growling and nipping at me as if he’s some kind of wild beast. I’m dying for more, and I tangle my hands in his hair and tug as he bites me.
“God, I want to devour you,” Damien growls. He looks up at me with wild lust in his blue eyes and I can feel my clit harden. He keeps his eyes locked with mine as he rips my shorts off and throws them to the side. Clad only in panties and my muddy sneakers, my body shakes with desire as Damien gets to his feet and scoops me up as if I weigh nothing at all.
“I’m going to make you mine.”
The words send a shiver down my spine and I close my eyes as Damien carries me through the cabin and drops me on his bed. I feel so naked and exposed in just my thin panties, but knowing that Damien can see my body is such a turn-on that my whole crotch is throbbing with mad lust for him.
“Spread your legs,” Damien commands. He crawls on the bed, still fully dressed, and slaps my thigh until I obey. My pussy is soaking wet and I can feel the wet crotch of my panties rubbing my clit when I spread my legs for the handsome animal before me.
“You’re soaking wet,” Damien says in a low voice. I can tell he’s pleased and I shiver, glad that I’m pleasing him. He kneels between my legs and rubs the crotch of my panties before yanking the fabric down and throwing it on the floor. I gasp as the chill air of the room hits my throbbing pussy – it feels so good that I throw back my head and moan.
“You dirty little girl, you want this so bad.” Damien’s words make me flush and all I can do is nod my head as he grabs my hand and shoves it between my legs. “Play with yourself for me,” Damien adds in a growl. “I want to see you rub your clit for me, Emma.”
Hearing him say my name sends desire shooting through me and I gasp as Damien moves my hand over my clit. It’s soaked and swollen and when I brush it with my thumb, pleasure explodes in my lower body and I let out a long, shuddering moan.
“Look at me, Emma,” Damien commands.
I flush hotly and obey him, opening my eyes and staring deeply into his as I rub my clit. Damien takes his hand away from mine and rips his shirt off, exposing a beautiful muscular chest. He’s soaked with sweat and he glistens in the dim room as he fumbles with his belt and yanks his jeans down to his knees. His cock bobs free and my jaw drops – he’s huge! There’s no way that thing is going to fit inside of me, he’s going to stretch my pussy!
“I’m going to take you now,” Damien growls. He slaps my hand away from my pussy and I cry out in protest – it felt so good that I didn’t want to stop. When he crawls between my legs, I feel his cock probing and I shudder with anticipation.
“I’m a virgin,” I whisper.
Damien steadies himself with a hand against my hip and then plunges deep inside of me. For a moment, it stings and I cry out. Then, it starts to feel amazing as Damien’s hips rock back and forth.
“Not anymore,” Damien growls. He grabs handfuls of my hips as he thrusts hard inside of my body. “Now you’re mine, now you belong to me.”
All I can do is moan and wrap my arms around Damien’s neck as our bodies begin to move together. With every powerful thrust of his cock, I can feel myself slipping further and further into the void of pleasure. My pussy stretches to fit his cock and it feels incredible, like we’re two halves of the same whole.
Damien tangles his hands in my hair and yanks my head back, exposing my neck. He drives in hard, grunting as his cock buries itself in my willing hole. When I feel his sharp teeth on my neck, I cry out as pain and pleasure mingle together in my body. The room is filled with a musky, hot scent that I recognize as that of my own cunt juices.
“Fuck, baby!” Damien yells into my throat. The raw, animalistic power of him is intoxicating and I whimper with ecstasy as our bodies move together in a sensual dance. His cock is stretching my pussy in a way that almost hurts, but with every thrust of his body against mine, my clit pulses with a heavenly feeling.
“I’m gonna come for you, baby,” Damien grunts in my ear. Sweat drips from his face to mine and I shudder as I feel his body bucking and arching with his own pleasure. He shoves a hand between our bodies and I scream when his thumb brushes against my clit. It feels so good that I can’t even breathe and soon I’m whimpering and humping Damien as he thrusts deep into my slit.
“Come for me, Emma,” Damien growls. “Come with me, baby!”
At his command, my body begins to tremble and shake. It feels like something is gripping me hard between the legs and I cry out, shuddering loudly, as Damien’s cock starts to gush cum deep inside of my pussy. My whole self is filled with a delicious honeyed pleasure that I never could have imagined and I clench my legs around Damien’s waist as my clit pulses over and over again.
When the trembling fades, I lie there gasping. Damien pulls out of me, his huge cock covered with cum. He smirks at me and I almost want to lean over and lap my juices away from his manhood. But the bold thought makes me flush and instead I reach for a blanket to cover myself.
“You ripped all of my clothes,” I say in a trembling little voice.
Damien grunts as he reaches for his jeans and pulls them up. I stare at the rippling muscles of his back as he stretches. Without speaking, he crosses the room and opens a large wardrobe. He pulls out a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans before tossing them into the bed.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
Damien doesn’t reply. He crosses into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
Frowning, I reach for the clothes. They won’t fit well – even though I’m big, he’s much bigger – but they’ll do. With a sigh, I pull them on as I wonder what I did wrong. Now that we’ve had sex, Damien seems angry with me again.
When Damien emerges from the bathroom, he’s fully dressed. I’m sitting on the bed in his clothes, tugging awkwardly at the jeans. They’re too tight to zip, but at least I got them over my thighs.
“Come on.”
“We’re leaving now?” I ask, unable to keep the disbelief from my voice. “It’s really late. Maybe it would be better if I stayed over and just went back tomorrow.”
“No.”
Damien leads me outside. It’s cold, but at least his plaid shirt is warm. We walk in silence and I stay close to Damien, inhaling his deep musky scent. I can still smell the sex on his skin and thinking about it makes me flush.
My pussy is so sore that it almost hurts to walk, but I’m relishing it. Whenever Damien pauses to check his GPS, I press my thighs together and shiver at the sensation. My clit is still tingling and I want Damien to stop walking and take me right here in the woods.
I wonder what he looks like without a beard? Not that I mind facial hair, but I bet he’d be even hotter if he didn’t look quite so unkempt.
“Here.”
Damien’s deep growl stirs me from my thoughts and I look up to see the lights of the town below.
“If you walk this road, you’ll wind up in the center of town.”
I swallow nervously and nod. “Okay.” When I look around, I realize I know exactly where I am. Damien was right – I had no idea how close I was. The thought is both frightening and a little comforting at the same time.
When I turn to Damien to thank him, he’s gone – he slipped off silently, without a trace. I blink into the woods for a moment, trying to listen for him. But there’s no sound save the occasional hoot of an owl.
Taking a deep breath, I pull out my phone and snap a photo of the crossroads.
You know.
Just in case I ever want to come back.