Chapter 31

Penelope

His arms snake around me from behind, and his lips on my neck rouse me from a dreamless sleep. Like always, his touch sets my body on fire. I lean back and relax my body against his hard one.

“I’m sorry for disappearing,” he whispers along the skin of my neck. His breath sends shivers throughout my body, and it causes a new wave of heat to flood my system. I close my eyes, letting myself bask in the feeling.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I murmur softly. When he disappeared, I had a feeling he went to go see his mother.

“Dad said he let everyone know he found me.”

“He did.” He texted us after he found him sitting at his mother’s graveside. I place my hand over his and twine our fingers together. “I’m glad you went.”

“Me too,” he agrees, then we fall silent. It’s a few moments before he speaks again. “I want you to go there with me. Will you?”

“Of course.”

“I missed you.” He tightens his hold on me and molds his body around me. I feel his hardness against the softness of my ass. “I need you.”

I open my eyes and look around the darkened room, conscious about how little privacy we have. We are the only ones down here, but that doesn’t mean someone can’t come in at any moment. There isn’t a lock on the door either.

He pulls away a little, only to thrust his hips against me.

“Damien,” I moan huskily. “Someone could come in.”

“Everyone’s in bed already.” His hands find their way under my top and bottoms, targeting the most sensitive part of me. One hands cups my breast hard while the other delves between the lips of my pussy. “Fuck, angel, you’re soaked.”

I’m always wet when he’s around. It’s like my body has a built-in radar for him. No matter where we are, it’s like this. I can’t control it.

His finger slides over my clit, adding just enough pressure to leave me breathless and needy all at once.

His lips brush along my neck, nipping playfully as he makes his ways down and across my shoulder, his tongue warm and wet. “Fuck me, you taste good.”

I pant heavily as a surge of wetness drenches the hand between my legs. My hips surge forward, needing more. His other hand releases his grip on my breast, and his fingers brush the sensitive bud of my nipple before trapping it between his fingers.

“Damien.” His name comes out strangled and strained. The assault on my body cranks up a notch when his fingers leave my aching clit to slide between my wet folds, stopping only when the entire length of his thick finger sheaths itself inside of me.

“Fuck me,” I gasp,.The come-hither motion he does in response pushes me closer to the edge.

“Don’t worry, angel, I’ll be fucking you soon enough,” he promises. “Right now, though, you’re going to ride my fingers and come like a good girl.”

He plunges a second finger into me. The sensation is almost unbearable, tearing at the seams of my sanity. His mouth connects with my neck, and he sucks on my skin, marking me as his.

And just when I don’t think I can handle any more, he snakes a leg over mine to keep me from moving. Not that I need to move; he knows exactly how to work me. And he does.

Thrusting his fingers in and out of me, faster and faster, he still manages to hit the sensitive spot that makes me see stars. His thumb circles my clit, swiping over it every so often.

My heart thrums in my chest like a drum, and my body stretches tight like a rubber band, ready to snap.

Light begins to dance along the edges of my sight, and it doesn’t take much more than a few more strokes of his fingers to push me over the edge. A strangled groan escapes my throat, and my body convulses as the intensity of my orgasm takes control.

And it’s glorious.

“That’s it, angel,” he coaxes me gently. His fingers slow, growing less demanding, but they give me just enough to keep me in limbo.

“Damien…”

I feel his hand slip from my breast and tug at the waist of my pajama bottoms. He lifts his leg off me and slips his fingers out of me.

I mewl feeling the sudden loss of him. I try turning in his arms to face him, but he doesn’t let me.

Instead, his hands push my bottoms and my panties past my hips. Down my thighs and over my knees. I realize when he rights himself against me that he’s already naked.

I reach behind me, needing to feel his hot skin in my hands. My fingers brush his thighs, and he releases a strangled sigh. The sound fills me with lust.

“I need you,” I murmur, feeling his hands make their way back up my body. The need to turn around is great, but I know if I try to move from my spot, it will be wasted energy. Energy I’ll need before he’s done with me.

“Stick out your ass,” he growls in my ear, and I listen. He lifts my leg, and less than a second later, I feel the head of him pushing at my entrance.

“Damien,” I gasp, pushing back against him. He responds by surging forward and thrusting into me. I yelp in pleasure, loving the way he feels inside of me. Dragging in a ragged breath, I feel him bottom out and his balls slap against my skin. Like before, he hits the magic spot, this time with the head of his cock, making me see stars again.

My second orgasm mounts, and I know a few more strokes like that, and I won’t last. He knows it, too, as he draws back and slams into me harder.

“Fuck, yeah,” I purr, and my body begins to tingle all over.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “Are you gonna come for me again, angel?”

I nod, unable to answer as he pulls back again, repeating himself with another hard thrust. My body tightens once more. But he’s taking his time with me, pulling me tighter with each drawn-out pause between thrusts.

“Please,” I gasp, desperate to come again, needing it like I need my next breath. But he ignores me and continues on his path of slow and steady, leaving me in a state of unknown, because each continued stroke pushes me so far over the edge, I no longer know which way is up.

His hand reaches around me, finding the pulsing button between my thighs. The first flick is agony but sweet just the same. The second flick, timed just right with his thrust, does me in.

I murmur and mewl, professing my love and need for him as the blackness takes over. All I know is the feeling of his cock, the pressure of his fingers on my clit, and the waves of pleasure as they rip through my body, causing me to clamp down around him.

I’m vaguely aware of his own orgasm as it follows on the heels of mine.

After the pleasure subsides and we’re both panting and heaving from the intensity of the moment, he holds me close, unwilling to break our connection.

“You’re mine.” His voice is sleepy in my ear. “In the light of the day and the glow of the moon, forever and always.”

My heart flutters at the words, feeling them at the depths of my soul. But before I’m able to think about them, sleep claims me.