Page 45 of Bound By Longing

“So, you can’t give me what I need,” I say slowly.

He leans in closer to me. “Who says I can’t give you what you need?”

I gasp as he kisses me. It’s intense and wild. I’ve never been kissed before, so I have nothing to compare it to, but even in my innocence, I can tell the kiss is amazing. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

I kiss Damien back with everything inside me. I shouldn’t. It will only break my heart more when he tells me he can’t marry me.

But I want to feel this. I’ve been stuck inside my metaphorical tower for so long. I want to live a little.

Damien pushes me against the wall gently, still kissing me with all his might. I’m lightheaded. If Damien wasn’t holding me up, I think I would faint.

His hands squeeze my waist, sending a heat straight to my core. It’s a heat I’ve only ever felt when daydreaming about my prince charming. No one has ever made me feel this way in the real world.

Not until now.

I arch my body closer to his, and Damien presses his harder against mine. I gasp when he kisses down my throat.

“I fucking want you,” he growls. “But I know I can’t have you.”

“Who says you can’t have me?”

“Don’t tempt me, Mila.” He smirks. “Or have I corrupted you already?”

“You haven’t corrupted me at all,” I respond.

“So innocent. Let me change that.” He kisses me again, but this time, his hands don’t stay on my waist. They travel down to my upper thighs. Thank god for my pants, or Damien would be touching my skin right now, and I’m not sure I could handle that. I’m already faint enough as it is.

“I need to touch you,” he says. “I need to show you the pleasure I can give you.”

“What pleasure?”

“Do you trust me?” His lips are right against mine. His breath tickles my face, but I don’t mind.

I think about Damien’s question. I’m not fully sure I trust him, but I know I’m drawn to him, and I want to experience what this pleasure is he wants to show me.

“Yes,” I answer.

He smiles before bringing his hand between my legs. I jump. “It’s ok,” he says softly. “I won’t hurt you. I want you to enjoy this.”

I relax against him and let him touch me. His fingers rub against my most intimate area. I’ve never even really touched myself there, but I was missing out. This feels amazing.

I gasp as I arch my body into his hand. Damien resumes kissing me as he strokes me between my legs. He never reaches beneath my pants, for which I’m grateful. This is all so new to me. I can only handle so much.

He rubs me harder and harder. I clutch his arms, steadying myself. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me when he cups me, his entire palm pressing against me. He’s touching that perfect spot that just feels good.

My hips have a mind of their own as they buck against his hand. I can feel him smile against my lips, and I blush, but it all feels too good to stop. To care.

Nothing else is on my mind except Damien and what he’s doing to me.

He saved my life multiple times now. I know I care for him. I know I want this never to end.

But he can’t give me what I want. He told me himself he can’t be my prince charming.

That doesn’t stop this moment from being amazing.

Damien presses his hand against me harder while his lips consume mine. I’m reaching the edge of something I don’t even know.

And then I’m falling over.

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