Page 40 of Bound to the Guard

Heat blooms in my stomach, spreading through my limbs in tingling waves. I squirm, caught between nerves and desire. “Will you… use your mouth on me?” I ask, barely able to get the words out past my embarrassment. “Please?”

Damien growls, a primal sound that shivers through me. He pushes my sleeve up higher, exposing more of my arm, and trails his lips along the sensitive skin of my inner elbow. “Where do you want me to use my mouth, Seven?”

A needy whine escapes me, my head falling back as Damien’s mouth works its way up my arm. Every brush of his lips, every scrape of his teeth, sends tingles dancing through my body. When he nips at the tender skin on the inside of my elbow, a gasp escapes, my breath catching.

With a gentle push, Damien guides me backward onto the bed, following me down until I lie flat on my back. He crawls onto the bed to join me and catches my ankle, lifting my leg to kiss his way up from my calf, pushing my pant leg higher as he goes.

“Is this where you want my mouth? Or here?” He punctuates the question with a nip at my inner thigh, making me jump and shudder.

“Yes.” I tremble beneath his touch. “Please, Damien…”

He starts over, working up my other leg, feeding the burn under my skin and turning me into a twitching, whiny mess.

Damien rises above me, bracing his hands on either side of my head as he looks down at me. Hunger fills his dark eyes, but also a tenderness, a carefulness in how he holds himself over me without trapping or pinning me down.

“Or, when you said to use my mouth on you, did you mean like this?” He dips his head, capturing my lips in a kiss that steals my breath and sends my thoughts spinning.

I lose myself in the slide of his lips over mine, in the teasing flicks of his tongue.

By the time he pulls back, my head buzzes and I pant, my lips kiss-swollen and tingling. Dazed, I blink up at him as I try to gather my scattered thoughts. “I… Yes, that, too.”

Damien chuckles, the warm sound wrapping around me like an embrace. His fingers toy with my waistband. “Seven, I want you to feel good, but I don’t want to trigger any bad memories for you. Is it all right if I take off your pants? I don’t want to make a mess like last time.”

At the suggestion, my stomach swoops with a confusing mix of want and trepidation. While my legs aren’t as scarred as my torso, the idea of Damien seeing my marred skin raises prickles of shame all over my body.

But this is Damien, my safe place, my home. The man who has never once looked at me with disgust, only care and desire. Damien, with his endless patience and understanding.

Slowly, I meet his gaze. “I trust you.”

The smile that spreads over Damien’s face shines with so much happiness it takes my breath away. “Thank you, Seven. I’ll take good care of you.”

Damien’s hands glide down my sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants. My breath catches as he slides them down, exposing more of my skin to the cool air. Instinctively, I try to cover myself, crossing my legs to hide my flaccid dick. I want him so much. It shames me that I can’t manifest my desire in the most basic way.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Damien soothes, hands stroking my thighs. “You’re perfect, Seven. Every single part of you is beautiful to me.”

Instead of pushing further, Damien returns to kissing along my legs, his soft lips lingering on spots that draw gasps and quiet moans from my throat. The teasing pressure and whisperedassurances melt the tension from my muscles. Almost without realizing it, I relax, uncurling under Damien’s coaxing touch.

A rumble of approval rises from him as his lips trace along my inner thighs, kissing each scar as if they’re something precious.

I gasp, arching into the contact. He’s so patient, so tender. It’s as if he can read my every thought and knows exactly what I need to feel safe.

He nips my inner thigh. “You taste so good.”

I whine, my hips arching upward, seeking more of his delicious attention.

He chuckles, the vibrations traveling up to my balls. “Do you want my mouth somewhere else?”

My hands twist in the quilt, my whole body on fire from his kisses.

As he teases the soft skin behind my knee, his fingers ghost over my entrance. My hole twitches in response, anticipation thrumming in my veins.

“I need you, Seven,” he admits, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve never needed anyone or anything as much as I need you right now.”

The confession undoes me. I melt into the mattress, my legs falling open like a book, revealing the core of me to him.

In answer, his head dips to place open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs, and my legs tremble at the sensation, pleasure sparking under my skin. When Damien’s lips brush over my flaccid dick, I suck in a sharp breath, hips jerking.

“It’s okay, relax for me.” He nuzzles into the crease of my thigh and cups my balls, rolling them in his palm as his tongue laves over my shaft. Tingling heat pools low in my belly at the sensation.

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