Page 56 of Call You Mine

He groans, shifting beside me, yet also adjusting himself so he’s completely facing me now. Cupping my hand in his palm he says, “Baby, never think that I don't want you. Because I do.” I feel him grow against me and my pussy throbs in response. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before, but I can’t go there. Not like this.”

I hear him, I really do, but I can’t accept what he’s saying to be true. This feeling, whatever’s grown between us, it’s too much to ignore and set aside. I can’t take it, I won’t be the one to deny us of what this could be just because he suddenly has some morality clause to not fuck me because I’m not being one hundred percent honest with him. I know he’s never done the same for me, and I’m not asking him to be. I won’t put him in that situation because I know it will break him to confide in me. To tell me about his past, the secrets he keeps, the demons who torment him day and night. I’m not sure I even want to know the extent of the darkness that consumes him. I just want him to consume me. To rid me of this ache that intensifies with every heated look in my direction, with every heady breath we take.

Bringing his right hand to my chest, I place it over my beating heart and say, “One night, Damon, please. Just touch me, I’m begging you. It hurts so bad I can’t handle it.”

The pain written on his face intensifies, the battle he’s having with himself so visible now in the way his forehead creases, his lips shut, his jaw clenched tight.

“Princess, do you know how hard it is to deny you. To have you lying here in my arms looking like fucking sin and not able to taste you.” His fingers move higher, mine still over his, creeping across my collar bone before slowly trailing between my breasts till the stop at the waistband of my thong. “To touch you…” Each syllable elicits a moan from me as his fingers continue to move. “Tease you, please you in so many ways. All to hear your soft moans, just like that, to feel you come apart.”

“Then have me Damon. I’m yours to claim, yours to maim. All I need is to be yours. Please, I need to call you mine even if it’s in secret, even if it’s temporary…” I pause, my throat so dry I can feel the burn deep in my chest. Like a lump of coal that’s being ignited by the lighter fluid coursing through my veins. My eyes connect with his and I can see my reflection in the clear green of his irises. As if I’m staring into a mirror I can see the pain written on my face, mixed with a hopeful look in my eyes, but I’m equally terrified that all this pleading won’t be enough. I reach for him, gently running my fingers over the scruff on his chin. “Even if it’s a lie. Be mine Damon, just for tonight. Let me call you mine.”

Slowly he shifts us so that I’m lying flat on my back, my head resting against one of his pillows as he straddles me. I’m so turned on I’m practically coming apart with just the feel of his body over mine. God, I’m putty in this man’s hands.What is to become of me when he finally touches me?

Resting his hands on either side of my head, he lowers his lips to mine, softly grazing them without so much as a word. Just when I think he’s going in for a kiss, as I’m about to reach for him, he turns away, scooting lower and lower until his face leveled with my pussy.

Allowing my legs to fall open, he shifts between them, his arms scooping under my legs while his hands press against my thighs keeping them apart. He’s inches away from me, his hotbreath tickling my skin as he leans forward and speaks against the flimsy fabric of my thong.

“One time, Wynter,” he whispers, deep and gravelly, “I’ll allow myself to break my resolve this one time and that’s it.” He licks his lips, barely grazing my center as he does and I nearly come apart, moaning into the air. Thick, tempting lips turn up at the corners, his smirk so wicked it makes me quiver beneath him. “Only because you look so fucking good in this,” he says, reaching for the bodice of my corset, “And I can’t handle the way you’re looking at me like I’m denying you the air you need to breathe.”

I shake my head, at least I think I do, but I’m currently floating amongst the clouds in the sky so I’m not entirely sure I even move. “I need you Damon, more than I need air to breathe.”

Reaching for the small strip of fabric covering my pussy, he pushes it to the side, his eyes going dark with desire as he stares at me. I’m wet, so fucking wet.

“What is this?” he asks, his eyes instantly gleaming with lust as he stares at the silver little barbell on my clit—the Isabella piercing I got a while ago but haven’t ever been able to experience properly.

Suddenly self-conscious, I turn away from his teasing gaze and that smirk that makes me weak. “I got it a few years ago after a drunken night out with a few girls I met in New York,” I say, feeling a warm heat creep up my neck. “One of them wanted to get it and she dared us to do it with her. Only both other girls dared me to go first and then they both backed out at the last minute.”

The way his eyes hungrily take it in, I know he's wondering why he didn’t feel it the last time he touched me.

“I had removed it about a month ago but it didn’t close. When I was out at the boutique a few weeks ago, I saw this one and I put it back in.”

Without warning, he pulls the center of my thong to the side. “You did this on purpose didn’t you, Princess? You knew the moment I saw it I wouldn't be able to resist.” I gasp when he plants a soft kiss on my aching lips.

The soft touch is enough to make me quiver once again, my body aching for more, begging him for more. For all he’s willing to give me this once. Lowering his tongue to my clit, he licks, massaging me with his tongue and working against my clit. I’m so wet, so ready for him but he’s enjoying himself, stroking me slowly before his movement quickens, only to once again slow down. It’s a teasing game he’s playing, one I’m not sure I’ll win. But his mouth is on me, his hands against my skin, so I’d call this a win.

Now that he knows the piercing is there he’s giving it attention, stroking his tongue against it and the sensation is exhilarating. I knew it would stimulate me even more, increase the pleasurable feeling of sex with a man and even by my hand, but it never felt this good. It’s why I took it out. I wasn’t sleeping with anyone, and when I’d get myself off it only hurt that much more to remember I would never have a man make me feel this good again.

But when I saw the cute little silver ring, Damon was the first thing to pop into my mind. His reaction to seeing it, I knew it would help my cause. And I’m so fucking glad I got it.

“Fuck, Damon,” I moan, my hips raising off the bed as I spread my legs further apart. He continues to stroke his tongue through my lips, tearing my thong from my body in a swift tug and tossing it on the floor behind him. He feels incredibly between my legs, his scruff rubbing against my inner thighs, hopeful marking them red, marking them his.

“You’re fucking perfect Wyn.” Now with full access to my bare pussy, he doesn’t stop indulging me as he sucks and laps, sucking my clit into his mouth as he eats me like I’m his last and favorite meal. Bringing his fingers down to meet my lips he inserts one as he takes my clit between his teeth and tugs.

I arch my back as I shudder. “Oh God, fuck, yes!” I cry out, “Please I want you inside me.”

His free hand moves up my stomach to grope my breast. Pulling my top down, he cups one in his palm, swirling his thumb around my nipple. Pinching them between his fingers, he tugs on the sensitive nub, his fingers moving faster inside me as his tongue works me to the edge.

“Oh my God, ahh. Damon, fuck. I…It’s too good, I won’t last,” I moan, unable to hold on much longer. It's been so long since he’s touched me, so long since anyone has touched me, been inside me. “God, I’ve missed this, missed you. Please, I need to come Damon, make me come.”

The sound that comes from deep within his chest is so raw and beastlike, I almost have to make sure it’s coming from him and now a wild animal that’s suddenly snuck into the room.

“I’ve fucking missed this pussy, Princess.” He kisses me, hungrily sucking and pushing to the edge me over and over till I’m there ready to come in his mouth, over his fingers, anywhere just for him.

“I’m, ahh, fuck I need to.”

“Come for me, Princess,” he demands between strokes, “I need to fucking taste you. Come on my fucking tongue, Wynter, now!”

I throw my head back in ecstasy, and his wish is my command. I come apart, my body trembling against him, my pussy clenching around his tongue as he sucks every bit of my arousal. I’m gone, my head in the clouds, my body levitating and reveling in euphoria. It’s at that exact moment, as mybody shudders, my pussy immediately pulsating with need once again, that I realize it doesn’t matter what we do or don’t do. I’m already his and there’s no going back.

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