Page 98 of Exile
"Next," Damon says sharply.
My body is violently trembling, ready to crash over the edge. But I manage to write it out, desperate for release. "Damon…" I cry out through clenched teeth.
"Come for Theo," he responds, grabbing my throat, and forcing me to look at him.
I barely get a choice in the matter, instantly barreling into my climax, mangled moans getting choked out.
I'm still pulsating when Theo pulls out of me, his strong hands picking me up and throwing me onto the table. He steps to my head, pulling me by the arms until I'm dangling off the table upside down.
"Open those pretty lips," he says, stroking my cheek.
As soon as my mouth is open, he pushes forward, fucking my throat while I'm upside down. A hand flattens on mychest, holding me firmly as I'm left battling for air. But I take his thrusts, clinging to his muscular thighs until he's shooting his release into my mouth.
When he steps back, I'm left panting, the blood rushing to my head. Damon grabs my hands, pulling me upright.
"My turn," he smirks, looping an arm under my knees and another around my back. He picks me up bridal style off the table and carries me to the side door.
I shoot him a bewildered look, too delirious to actually speak words. Opening the door, I take in the room with the caskets. Damon moves straight to a particular one, and it dawns on me it's the very same casket that we hid in from the guards.
Lifting the lid, he takes a moment to remove his clothes, dropping them to the floor without a second thought.
Damon climbs into the casket, laying on his back. "We're going to finish what we started," he tells me, fisting his cock and running his hand up his length.
I smile, moving on shaky legs as I step into the box. Dropping my knees on the side of his hips, I place my hands on his chest.
"You going to kiss me again?" I tease, lining him up with my entrance before slowly sinking down and taking him inch by inch.
"You better believe I am," he says, hastily grabbing the back of my head and pulling me forward until our lips touch.
I rock my hips, lifting and dropping as I ride him. Our mouths never separate, tongues frantically pressing against each other's as we fuck in the casket—where we had our first kiss.
Grey and Theo step into the room, clothes back in place as they lean against an adjacent casket and watch us closely. But I'm completely mesmerized by Damon—by his touch, the feel of him, the full circle moment. It's everything.
He reaches between us, spreading his fingers on either side of my clit as he gently massages the sensitive spot. I throw myself down his length, engulfing him as if my life depends on it.
The two of us groan in unison, swallowing our pleasure as his expert fingers send me higher and higher until I'm spasming around him, crying out his name. Damon takes over, lifting his hips and fucking me from underneath, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.
"Come in me," I plead. "I need to feel you inside me."
"Beg for me," he demands.
"Please," I whimper.
"More."
"Please fucking come in me, Damon."
Damon growls and groans underneath me, spearing into me with frantic movements before stilling as he finds his release. I fall to his chest, spent as his cock continues to pulse, until finally, he softens and slips out.
Neither of us make any effort to move despite the fact I can feel him dripping down my thigh, some of it getting on the casket floor.
"I love you, Damon," I murmur weakly. "I love you all so much."
Damon kisses my cheek. "I love you too, wife."
Turning my head, I find Grey and Theo. "I love you, Grey. I love you, Theo. Please remember that."
"Love you, Aves."
