Page 20 of The Blood Moon Hunt

Thirteen

DAMIEN

My fingers tremble slightly as I gently trace the curve of Selene's cheek, drinking in her vulnerable confession. A virgin, untouched by pleasure...it stirs something primal within me, an urge to claim her completely.

I lean in, my lips brushing hers in a feather-light caress. "You have no idea how badly I want to show you the depths of ecstasy,” I murmur against her mouth. “To shatter your innocence and leave you breathless."

Selene's eyes flutter closed, a soft gasp escaping her as I deepen the kiss. My tongue teases her lips, seeking entrance to the sweet sanctuary within. When she parts them willingly, I slide inside, tasting her innocence and savoring every moan that vibrates through us.

My hands roam her body, mapping the contours of her slender frame.

I tug at the hem of her dress, pulling it up inch by tantalizing inch until it pools around her waist, leaving her skin bare and glistening in the dim light of the cave. The sight of her smooth thighs and the delicate lace of her panties sends a jolt of desire straight to my core.

"Beautiful," I breathe, my gaze devouring her exposed flesh. "So pure, so untouched..." My fingers dance along the edge of her underwear, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

Selene's chest rises and falls rapidly as she watches me, her breath coming in short pants. "Please, Damien," she whispers, her voice thick with need. "Show me...make me feel alive."

My resolve wavers, torn between duty and desire. The Order's strict code of conduct echoes in my mind, a constant reminder of the consequences of my actions. Yet here I am, poised on the brink of forbidden pleasure, drawn irresistibly to Selene's allure.

With a low growl, I give in to temptation, my hands sliding beneath her dress to cup the round globes of her ass. I squeeze the supple flesh, relishing the way she arches into my touch. My cock throbs insistently, straining against the confines of my trousers.

"Fuck the rules," I mutter darkly, my lips trailing hot kisses down the column of her throat. "Tonight, there'sonly you and me, Selene. Let me worship this temple of yours until you're screaming my name."

"If we...if we do this, will you leave me hollow like those women in the clearing?"

Selene's question pierces through the haze of lust, a sobering reminder of the gravity of our situation. I pause, before burying my fingers in her silky hair, and meet her wide, anxious gaze.

"I swear to you, Selene, I won't take your soul," I vow, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within me. "What we share tonight is purely physical, a celebration of life and pleasure. I'll drain your essence, yes, but never your very being."

I brush a tender kiss across her forehead, hoping to convey the sincerity behind my words. "You're not like the others, I can feel it. There's a spark in you, a resilience that demands respect. I promise, when dawn breaks, you'll be left unscathed, your spirit intact."

Selene searches my face, her uncertainty palpable.

"Okay," she says and the trust she's showing me has my cock hardening even further.

With a gentle yet firm grip, I gently guide Selene to lay down onto the the cave floor. She settles back, her legs parting instinctively as I settle between them. The heat emanating from her core draws me in, a siren's call I'm powerless to resist.

I capture her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue delving deep to claim every inch of her mouth. As Iexplore the sweet recesses, my hands begin to wander, mapping the curves of her body with reverent touches.

My palms glide up her thighs, fingertips dancing along the sensitive skin until they reach the damp lace of her panties. I hook a finger under the elastic, tugging the fabric aside to expose her glistening folds. A low groan rumbles in my chest at the sight of her arousal, slick and inviting.

"Exquisite," I breathe, my eyes locked on the delicate petals of her sex. So responsive, so eager for my touch...Without hesitation, I lean in, my tongue darting out to taste her essence. Selene's flavor explodes on my palate, a heady mix of sweetness and tanginess that leaves me craving more. I lap at her folds, savoring each droplet of nectar as I work to bring her closer to the precipice.

My fingers join the sensual assault, two digits slipping inside her tight channel to stroke and tease. Selene's hips buck against my mouth, her nails digging into my scalp as she loses herself to the onslaught of pleasure.

"Mmm, yes," I hum against her clit, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue. "Let go, Selene."

I lavish attention on Selene's trembling form, my fingers and tongue working in tandem to drive her toward the brink of ecstasy. But just as she teeters on the edge, I pull back, denying her the release she craves.

"No, not yet," I murmur, my breath hot against her slick folds. "We're just getting started."

I resume my ministrations, alternating between long, slow licks and quick, teasing flicks of my tongue. Selene writhes beneath me, her moans growing more desperate as the tension builds within her.

"Please, Damien," she begs, her voice strained with need. "I can't...it's too much."

I glance up at her, a smug smile playing on my lips. "Oh, but that's the point."

I continue my deliberate pace, keeping Selene teetering on the cusp of climax without ever allowing her to tumble over. Each time she nears the precipice, I withdraw, leaving her wanting, aching for more.

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