Page 50 of My Masked Savior
I’m woken up by the deep murmur of Damien’s voice. Blearily, I open one eye and see him resting with his back against the headboard, his phone pressed to his ear. He must have drawn the curtains, because it’s dark in his bedroom, even though it was getting light before I fell back asleep.
“Yeah, man. I’m so fucking happy for you,” Damien says quietly to whoever’s on the other end of the call. “No, you don’t want to know how mine went. Morgan’s ex tried to take her.” A pause. “No. He’s not going to be a problem anymore. And Killian? She knows. Watched me do it.” I blush as I realize what he’s talking about. He’s telling a friend about me watching him torture and kill Marco like it’s normal.
“You should invite Ward too,” Damien continues, mentioning Basia’s brand-new bodyguard. “Basia? Yeah, man. She seems like the fun-loving type, and I know Morgan would love to have her there when she meets you guys. That woman’s a walking buffer.”
I giggle and draw Damien’s gaze. His eyes immediately soften when they land on me.
“Gotta go, Cross, my woman needs me. See you in a couple of hours.”
Damien throws his phone onto the nightstand without care, and I scooch over to climb up the side of his torso like a baby koala.
“We’re going somewhere?” I ask, my voice hoarse from disuse. “Meeting your friends?”
“Yeah,” he grunts, his strong arms squeezing me against his chest. “Killian and Emily got engaged last night. Our buddy Ethan’s going to be there, and Emily’s friend Barbara. So I suggested they invite Ward and Basia too.”
“Oh, okay.” I try to pull away, but his hands are like iron bands. “Let me go, I need to call Basia, silly.”
He shakes his head. “No need. Killian’s calling Caleb now. They’ll be together by now. We need to get ready.”
“You said a couple of hours,” I whine. “Just how long is the drive there?”
Damien’s expression turns into something cunning. “Not long at all. But I have plans.”
“Plans?” I ask warily. “Such as?”
“Such as having an appetizer,” he growls. Before I can react, he rolls us over until I’m under him and he’s looming above me with a smirk. “In case you need it spelled out, you’re my appetizer.”
With that, he crashes his lips against mine. His tongue is in my mouth when I moan, and I eagerly suck on it. Guess I’m hungry too.
Damien grinds his pelvis against mine, the piercing under his cockhead making me shiver as it drags over my pussy. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and I’mlifting my hips, begging him for more, when he suddenly stops kissing me.
“Not yet, princess,” he growls. “A man needs to eat.”
With one last hard press of his lips against mine, he breaks the kiss and swivels around so his cock is in line with my lips and his breath teases my pussy. All I can see is that gorgeous, rock-hard dick. He doesn’t waste any more time on words, diving in and rubbing what feels like the entire lower half of his face against my pussy.
“Ah, god, Damien,” I sob, my back bowing under the intense onslaught of pleasure. He reaches under and grabs my butt in both hands, lifting me up like I’m a dinner plate and he wants to lick the crumbs.
Too tempted by the dick leaking precum just inches from my lips, I reach up to urge him lower, to have him feed it into my waiting mouth. I extend my tongue and flick the tip over his piercing before licking around his cockhead. The salty taste of him makes me moan, and I close my lips around it, sucking hard to get more.
I barely just get him down my throat before Damien pulls out, growling. He lies on his back and reaches for me.
“Get up here. Sit on my face. You drive me too fucking wild with that sweet mouth.”
I crawl over him, but hesitate when I reach his chest. “What if I hurt you?” Now I wish I had skipped dessert after dinner… these last ten years.
Damien’s large hands clench over my thighs. He gives me a stern look.
“I dragged men with guts hanging out across battlefields. I can handle my woman feeding me her pussy.”
I wrinkle my nose at the gruesome image. “Your execution of foreplay could use some fine-tuning.”
He lifts one golden eyebrow. “Shall I find an abuser to torture and kill before we fuck, love?” His hands travel up my sides, over my ribs, and stop when they reach my breasts. “I’ll never forget how you looked at me,” he breathes as he takes both nipples and gently twists. “Your eyes were like saucers. Your mouth was open, you were panting. And you were squeezing that chair so hard your knuckles turned white.”
My face feels like it’s lit from within. Am I some kind of monster? Who gets turned on watching their man hurt someone?
“None of that,” Damien says, pinching one nipple hard and making me gasp. “I can see the wheels turning in that gorgeous head. You’re a good person, princess. But you’re also my good girl.”
I huff out a little chuckle. Guess I do have a praise kink. Two words from this man and I’m melting all over his toned chest.
