it fucking hurts. I’m in the air in a millisecond and I let him carry me back inside. He kicks his shoes off without even jarring me. When he lays me on the bed and we take a look at my ankle, I think it’s safe to say the swelling is two times worse than it was before.
He removes the splint and covers it with more leaves to reduce the swelling. I’m astonished when he leans down and places a soft kiss on my shin just above the leaves. My blood instantly heats up and my breath quickens as his lips linger. The leg of my pants is raised up to my knee and he trails his lips up over the exposed skin and then back down. How can he steal my breath with such a simple move?
“Damon…” I whisper but I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I want him to do anymore.
His hand tightens around my calf but he’s not hurting me. He just wants to show me he heard me. His mouth though doesn’t move away as he continues to kiss my leg. What is he thinking? Is it me he wants or would the warmth of any woman give him the same satisfaction? And why is this stupid thing so fucking important that I have to wonder about it now?
I throw my head back on the pillow and close my eyes. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters because this is only now. It won’t last and I know it won’t because he’ll stay here and I will go back. But I’m so fragile in this moment, so vulnerable I’m afraid all it will take is one word from him. One word and I will give him anything he asks for.
His mouth disappears from my leg and then he’s pushing my shirt up. I feel his lips on my belly and I struggle to hold still, let him do as he pleases. His hand that was wrapped around my leg slowly slides up until he’s cupping my waist and I whimper at the feel of his fingers’ roughness on my skin. His mouth disappears again and I expect to feel his lips on mine but I don’t. He does nothing and I open my eyes to find him hovering above me and looking anxiously at my face.
“Please tell me I’m not scaring you,” he pleads. “Tell me you want this and you would stop me if you didn’t.”
“I would,” I say immediately, understanding his hesitation. “I do want this, Damon. Please…”
He lowers his face and rests his lips on mine but he’s not kissing me. “God, I don’t know if I’ll be able to be gentle, Cassandra. I never was and I don’t know…”
I bring my hands up and cup his face. I move my lips under his and kiss him softly, wanting to reassure him. “Stop. Don’t talk. Trust that I’ll stop you if you do something I don’t like. But also believe me when I say I want this so badly I ache, Damon. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
He groans almost in agony and then his mouth is on mine and he’s kissing and biting and licking and I haste to catch up because he’s like a hurricane. So hungry and desperate. Wanting to devour me. I feel it everywhere he touches me with his lips and hands that he wants to consume him. And I’m burning with need to let him do it.
He pulls me up enough to tug my shirt over my head. The cool air of the room hurts my heated skin so deliciously it’s breaking into goose bumps. Every sensation feels heightened by the pure feelings of lust and need he’s creating in me. I’m frantic to feel him against me and I’m rewarded when he unclasps my bra and frees my breasts. He leads me back on the bed and his hands come around to cup each mound. I arch into his touch and a soft moan escapes my lips in relief.
“Christ, you’re unreal,” he mumbles before lowering his head in the valley between my breasts. His short beard scratches my skin but I love it. I love the roughness in contrast to the tenderness of his licks and kisses.
I manage to fist my hands around his shirt and breathe, “…Feel you…” and thank God he understands. He pulls back long enough to remove his shirt and I cry out when he comes back to me and I feel his skin against mine. He’s so hot and hard and
He removes the splint and covers it with more leaves to reduce the swelling. I’m astonished when he leans down and places a soft kiss on my shin just above the leaves. My blood instantly heats up and my breath quickens as his lips linger. The leg of my pants is raised up to my knee and he trails his lips up over the exposed skin and then back down. How can he steal my breath with such a simple move?
“Damon…” I whisper but I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I want him to do anymore.
His hand tightens around my calf but he’s not hurting me. He just wants to show me he heard me. His mouth though doesn’t move away as he continues to kiss my leg. What is he thinking? Is it me he wants or would the warmth of any woman give him the same satisfaction? And why is this stupid thing so fucking important that I have to wonder about it now?
I throw my head back on the pillow and close my eyes. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters because this is only now. It won’t last and I know it won’t because he’ll stay here and I will go back. But I’m so fragile in this moment, so vulnerable I’m afraid all it will take is one word from him. One word and I will give him anything he asks for.
His mouth disappears from my leg and then he’s pushing my shirt up. I feel his lips on my belly and I struggle to hold still, let him do as he pleases. His hand that was wrapped around my leg slowly slides up until he’s cupping my waist and I whimper at the feel of his fingers’ roughness on my skin. His mouth disappears again and I expect to feel his lips on mine but I don’t. He does nothing and I open my eyes to find him hovering above me and looking anxiously at my face.
“Please tell me I’m not scaring you,” he pleads. “Tell me you want this and you would stop me if you didn’t.”
“I would,” I say immediately, understanding his hesitation. “I do want this, Damon. Please…”
He lowers his face and rests his lips on mine but he’s not kissing me. “God, I don’t know if I’ll be able to be gentle, Cassandra. I never was and I don’t know…”
I bring my hands up and cup his face. I move my lips under his and kiss him softly, wanting to reassure him. “Stop. Don’t talk. Trust that I’ll stop you if you do something I don’t like. But also believe me when I say I want this so badly I ache, Damon. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
He groans almost in agony and then his mouth is on mine and he’s kissing and biting and licking and I haste to catch up because he’s like a hurricane. So hungry and desperate. Wanting to devour me. I feel it everywhere he touches me with his lips and hands that he wants to consume him. And I’m burning with need to let him do it.
He pulls me up enough to tug my shirt over my head. The cool air of the room hurts my heated skin so deliciously it’s breaking into goose bumps. Every sensation feels heightened by the pure feelings of lust and need he’s creating in me. I’m frantic to feel him against me and I’m rewarded when he unclasps my bra and frees my breasts. He leads me back on the bed and his hands come around to cup each mound. I arch into his touch and a soft moan escapes my lips in relief.
“Christ, you’re unreal,” he mumbles before lowering his head in the valley between my breasts. His short beard scratches my skin but I love it. I love the roughness in contrast to the tenderness of his licks and kisses.
I manage to fist my hands around his shirt and breathe, “…Feel you…” and thank God he understands. He pulls back long enough to remove his shirt and I cry out when he comes back to me and I feel his skin against mine. He’s so hot and hard and
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