Page 126 of Aine

“I want this,” I whisper, my cheeks flaming red.

Damien groans as he grinds himself against my hand, his rhythmic movements foreshadowing how good he’s going to make me feel. This man is skilled, and any doubts I may have had regarding that are squashed as he thrusts into my palm.

“Then take it.” He breathes sharply as I tighten my hold on him.

He doesn’t wait to see my reaction as he grabs the hem of my shirt and rips. I sit in front of him topless, both my shirt and bra thrown to the side. I work to undo his pants, eager to get him undressed. Damien helps, yanking off his shirt and throwing it aside with my own.

My fingers shake at the sight of his muscular chest, but my desperation to have him naked keeps me moving. His zipper lowering feels loud in the room, cutting sharply through our quiet panting.

“Fuck, Aine.” Damien sighs as I push his jeans and underwear down his thighs, his cock finally free.

He’s fully erect, and he takes a step back so he can finish removing his bottoms. I watch his length slap against his thigh as he moves around, the sight doing more to me than I’d care to admit. Damien’s big, and I can’t wait to have him inside me.

I reach out and grab him as he kicks his underwear away, desperate to feel the silky skin in my palm.

He twitches as he steps between my thighs, and I can’t resist running my fingers over him as Damien begins to work on my bottoms. He’s able to move much quicker than I can, and within only seconds, I’m being lifted so he can slide the material underneath my butt and down my legs.

I hiss as my bare skin makes contact with the cool metal of the counter, my hand tightening around his shaft. The loud grumble that seeps from his chest has me holding back a smirk. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the auditory reminders of how much he’s enjoying this.

It takes everything in me to look away from his length, but as I take in the sight of his darkened eyes and wet, bitten lips, I’m happy I did it. He seems to read my thoughts and connects his mouth with mine.

My skin tingles everywhere he touches, and I copy his actions, hoping he feels the same way about mine. He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip as I bury my fingertips into his pecs and drag them down his abs. The muscles shudder underneath me, expanding and contracting as Damien fights to stay still.

“I’ve never been touched like this.” Damien grunts, throwing his head back as I scratch down the trail of hair leading into his trimmed pubes.

I slow, unsure what he means by that. It’s not exactly a secret that Damien’s been intimate with several women, and I’m sure more than a few have touched him.

“It’s true. I’ve never wanted somebody to explore me, to take their time and learn my body. I’ve nevermade lovebefore.” His admission makes my heart clench.

Damien’s smile grows as he grabs my hand and places it on his belly, spreading my fingers and slotting his in between. I giggle at his antics, feeling his stomach expand as he sucks in a deep breath.

“You’re the first woman to touch me here,” he whispers, letting me explore before dragging my hand to his neck. I curl my fingers around the column of it, enjoying the feel of his pulse beating underneath my thumb. “And here.” He moves me even higher to his cheek, his stubble rough against my palm as I hold him. “Here, too.”

My throat runs dry, and I clench my thighs around his waist as I run my thumb over his lips. He purses them and kisses my thumb before biting back a moan as I reach down and grab him. I grin, loving the way his cheeks flush, and tighten my grip before pulling him closer, guiding him to my entrance.

I’m surprised at how much dominance he’s allowing me to have, happily letting me take the lead as he ducks and connects his mouth to mine, claiming my lips as his own. His claws extend where they rest on my thighs, the familiar feeling making me tense before I push the bad thoughts away.

Damien’s not going to hurt me.

His groan is low as the tip of him presses against me, the silky skin dipping into my folds before I pull back and drag him to my clit. Teasing both him and myself, I shift my hips and use him to pleasure myself.

“Who knew my mate would be so dirty for me?” he moans. “I’ll fuck you like a whore because that’s what you want, but the next time I take you, we’ll be making love.”

I giggle as he swats my hand away and replaces it with his own, done with letting me lead.

The sight of his hand wrapped around himself has my stomach doing backflips, and I watch with an open mouth as he presses his wide head against my entrance and drags his hand along his shaft, masturbating against me.

“I’m going to lay you on our bed and take my sweet time tasting every inch of you,” he promises, dipping his tip inside before pulling back out and stroking himself again. “I want my mouth covered in you, and only once I’ve made you cum with my tongue will I let you take my cock.”

I clench my jaw as he begins to sink himself in again.

“I’ll watch as your pussy stretches to accommodate me.” He eases in a few inches before pausing to let me adjust. He repeats this until he’s buried entirely inside me. “Then I’ll rub your clit and fuck you nice and slow until you cum. I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”

He moves slow as he rolls his hips and rocks in and out, his eyes staring into mine as he looks for any signs of discomfort. His size is borderline painful, but I knew he’d be a stretch for my body.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his worry cutting through my dazed mind.

I blink a few times to bring his face into focus. Nodding, I tilt my hips back so he has better access. He groans at the action, lowering his gaze to watch as I sink myself on him.

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