Chapter 24

Penelope

He moves lower down my body, kissing and licking his way to my belly button. Pausing momentarily to hook his fingers in the straps of my thong and pull it down past my knees. I lift one leg at a time as he removes the lacey piece, then tosses it somewhere over his head.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before his mouth follows the curve of my hip and his hands slip between my leg, pushing them apart. “Spread your legs for me, angel.”

My heart skips a beat as I prepare myself for this moment.

Finally, he’s going to claim the last remaining piece of me.

We will become one, and our marriage will no longer be in name only.

Except once my legs are spread, he doesn’t move.

Cracking an eye, I take a peek at him and find him staring at my sex. No, not staring. Lusting. He’s lusting for my sex.

“Damien, what are you doing?” I feel a flush of embarrassment hit my cheeks and try to close my legs.

“Don’t ruin my view, angel.”

“Your view?” I ask, adding more resistence against his hold, but it’s futile.

“Yes, I’m taking in the sight and glory.”

“You sound like a crazy person. Please let me up.” I lift up and try to move out from under him.

“Lie down,” he tells me, but this isn’t how I imagined this moment would be.

“Please don’t do this,” I beg, feeling a well of tears behind my eyes. I turn my head to look away, afraid to tell him to stop.

“Penny, look at me, please,” he commands in a soft but firm voice. I do, reluctantly, but still. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. Why are you trying to hide yourself from me?”

“The way you were looking at me just now…” I answer coyly.

“What about it?”

I chew my bottom lip as I try to decide if I should tell him how it made me feel. Because if I’m honest, I liked it. I liked it so much, it felt wrong.

“You liked it?” he asks with a knowing smile. I shrug in response and feel another flush of embarrassment. “Angel, you’re supposed to like it.”

“I am?” I feel stupid, but then my education on the things that happen between a man a woman are based on the teachings I received from the men who bought and sold me.

“Yes, you are.” He tilts his head to study me a moment. “Do you want to stop?”

I shake my head and release my legs, allowing them to fall open. I feel wanton but strangely powerful. “I want you to look at me like that again.”

“I’m going to do much more than that,” he chuckles, his words piquing my interest. “I’m going to worship you. Now, lie back and let me finish staring at the world’s prettiest pussy.”

“Damien,” I gasp, feeling a shiver of need roll through my body, settling between my legs with a throb. This time, instead of staring, he lowers his head until I feel the rush of his hot breath inside from the spot now throbbing incessantly. “Please,” I gasp, unsure of what I’m asking for.

“You smell like fucking peaches and cream, angel,” he purrs. The sound of his voice does something to me, because I suddenly want to lift my hips and force his face against me. “Do you taste like it, too?”

I feel his tongue dip between the lips of my pussy as his fingers spread them wide, revealing the aching parts of me. I feel electric, but it’s not enough. I need to feel his hot tongue against me. I lift my hips, offering myself up to him.

He swipes his tongue down over the aching bud, sucking it between his teeth when he swipes up. I nearly come off the bed; the sensation is almost too much for me.

“Yes, angel,” he chortles before swiping his tongue again. This time, it makes me feel hot all over my body, not just my face. “Just like that.”

I can’t respond because I can’t speak. I can’t even understand the words coming from his mouth because all I can do is feel as the flicks and suckles come faster

The tension in my body builds, pushing me forward but never feeling like it’s enough.

As if he reads my mind, Damien slips the tip of his finger into my pussy, careful of its length. I feel like a rubber band ready to snap. He picks up the pace, and soon, I thrust my hips in sync with his hand and tongue.

The edges of my vision begin to blur when a second finger is added. The burn of my muscles stretching around both fingers is heightened by the build of pleasure in my belly.

I’m close, and he knows it. Once again picking up the pace when my body adjusts to his fingers, he hooks them around, flicking the sensitive spot inside my body.

My heart pounds, my pussy aches, and my body gives, surrendering itself to an explosion of pleasure.

Gasping his name, I feel my body convulse with each wave, his mouth still working me. He slips his fingers from me, replacing them with his hot tongue.

He groans when the rush of my come touches his tongue. He laps it up, holding me prisoner as the pleasure begins to subside.

“Peaches and fucking cream, angel.” He sucks on my clit, and I nearly come off the bed again, the sensation is so hard it’s almost painful. “My new favorite flavor.”

I giggle, no longer feeling shame or embarrassment. Not after my first orgasm and the feeling of his mouth pressed against me.

He lifts up onto his knees and off the bed, meeting my eyes as he unbuttons his jeans and slides down the zipper. My breathing hitches, and I watch as he pulls both his jeans and his boxers down past his hips to the floor, revealing the hard length of himself to me.

I moan loudly, feeling the familiar ache between my legs again. I take in the sight of him, studying him in all his glory. He’s beautiful.

The pure size of him frightens yet excites me. He is much larger in length and girth than his fingers. I wonder if he is going to fit, unsure of the one-size-fits-all theory I’ve been told about. Only the idea of his beautiful cock inside of me sends a rush of wetness between my legs, and I forget the worry.

“We’re going to take this slow, angel. I don’t want to hurt you.” He lifts a leg and places it onto the bed, finding his spot between my legs. I reach down, wanting to touch him, surprised at the velvet softness of him. He reaches for my hand, holding it still as I begin to stroke him. “No, if you do that, I won’t last.”

I moan in disappointment, “I want to touch you.”

“We’ll have plenty of time for that later, but this is about you,” he explains, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I pull my hand away, letting his find its way to my clit. He rubs it, sending a shock of electricity throughout my body.

“I need you to relax, angel. This isn’t going to feel good.” He pauses to nibble my lip. “Not at first, but I promise to make you feel good as soon as it’s done.”

I nod, feeling the head of his cock at my entrance. He leans over me, releasing the pressure on my clit to hover over me. Our eyes meet, and I see the same concern and need I feel reflected back at me.

“Make me yours,” I whisper, cupping the sides of his face with my hands. He surges forward, slowly pushing into me. My breath hitches in my chest as the feeling of what we’re doing burns through my body.

He stops, letting me acclimate to the feeling of him, and after a beat, he pushes into me further. I moan. The pain of it is intense, the anticipation torturous.

I lift my legs for a better angle and wrap them around his waist. He closes his eyes on a gasp, and I feel him shiver as he struggles to keep control. “Fuck, angel, you’re so tight. I don’t know how much more my cock is going to be able to handle.”

Not wanting him to stop, I lift up and push my body into him, hurrying the process a little. My muscles burn and stretch, taking him in inch by inch. And then I feel it, the sharp tear of my innocence as he pushes through it.

I cry out as my body tenses from the pain. Tears fall from the corners of my eyes, and he stills. A pained express crosses his face as he struggles with the decision to continue or pull away. I shake my head and wrap my arms around his neck.

“I’m okay,” I whisper with a kiss and adjust my hips against him, relieving some of the burning. He pulls back, but before I panic, he surges forward, creating a spark of pleasure through the pain. He repeats the movement, this time pushing farther into me until there is no pain. Claiming me completely and utterly, leaving me with no question as to who possesses me now.

Mind, body, and soul. I’m his.

“Good girl,” he murmurs before slipping his hand between our bodies, his fingers once again finding the sensitive nub and bringing it back to life. “You were made for me, Penelope. You’re mine. Fucking perfect.”

I whimper, torn between the two sensations he’s creating in my body. Unable to think about anything else, I close my eyes and feel, until my body explodes around him and I see stars.

I vaguely hear my name on his lips as he finds his own release seconds later.

I lift my head, capturing and claiming his lips while we both ride out the sensations of our orgasms. When he begins to slow, I hold on to him tighter, not ready for him to break the connection between us.

“I love you, Damien,” I tell him in a whisper, giving him my heart once again, knowing he already claimed it.

He may not say the words back, but he kisses me softly, telling me without words how much he cares.