Chapter 49
Chapter 49
-MILLIE-
I should be scared of Damian’s declaration, but I’m not. Even when the fury vibrated off of him, I felt no
fear. I was light- headed from the desire glinimer in his eyes, like a lighthouse in the middle of a
turbulent sea. His touch kindled wildfire under my skin, turning me to writhing and heated mess before
him.
He held me hostage on his lap, his big hand guiding my face to get better access to my mouth. Kissing
me roughly, he forcibly ground my center over his rigid member. He was as hard as steel, twitching
each time he’d rub me back and forth over his length.
His roughness sent my pulse skyrocketing. It drummed against my chest cavity, singing nothing but
Damian’s name.
He drank deep from my mouth, growling each time I’d resist and bite his lip. My mind told me to push
Damian away and hold on to my resolve longer, but my body had already made the decision. As
Damian’s kisses turned passionate, almost desperate, he forced his tongue between my lips as though
he was asking for permission.
My body won the war against my head. This explosive attraction I had for Damian f ucked me up again.
I gave in and kissed him back, parting my lips, and granted him entry. The bas ta rd smiled against my
mouth, inviting my tongue for a playful duet.
It was dizzy, I lost my mind in the bliss of passion until breathing became inconsequential.
Damian pulled away and growled. “Permission to f uck you.”
The need in his heavy, lidded eyes left me speechless. I swallowed hard, processing what he just said.
Even when every muscle in his body told me he wanted to get rough and dominate me, he still asked
for my consent.
Why does that looked so hot?
“I want you, Millicent.” He pushed my hair out of my face and traced my cheek tenderly, his dark eyes
dilating. “Why can’t you f ucking get that through your thick, stubborn head?”
For the lack of response, I could only giggle nervously. Was this his way of f ucking his way through my
stubborn head? He made me believe that he’d f uck me in a savage way. I’m not opposing that idea,
but this was even hotter. Does that make any
sense?
He’s actual intent was to sweet talk his way to get what he wanted. Maybe I’ve taken his statement out
of context?
“And now she’s laughing at me,” he groaned, grabbing my as s , rubbing my pu ssy over his ramrod c
ock.
I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut. “Please let me f uck you. I’d go insane if I go another night without
marking you.”
“Marking me?” I scoffed. “I’m not a property you can own.”
“See? Any woman would say yes to me in a heartbeat, but you…” He chuckled, shaking his head.
“Only you, Millicent.” He pushed me on my back, stretching above me. “Marking you meant the end of
our contract.
“And what’s gonna happen, then?” I whimpered. Damian chose that moment and buried his face in my
throat, biting down on my collarbone.
“You’d be mine.” He traced the low-cut neckline of my top with his tongue, lavishing my heated skin.
“Mine to protect.” He nuzzled my left breast, my nipples turning to stiff points. “Mine to care for.” He Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
licked my right nipple. “Mine to pleasure.” He bit down on it.
Like a lightning bolt, pleasure shot through my entire body, my back arching off the bed. “Yes.”
“Yes?” He circled my nipples with the tip of his tongue, leaving a wet patch on the fabric of my
sleepwear.
“Yes, f uck me.” As though my answer surprised him, he lifted his head from my chest, questioning
eyes locking with mine. I
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cupped his face and pulled him up so I could kiss him. “Yes to being yours, Damian.”
The sound that came from him was inhumane. Gone was the gentle Damian. He dragged my top
op over my head, diving forward to take an aching nipple between his lips. I sighed, burying my fingers
in his hair, his mouth driving me crazy.
“Damian.” I moaned, pushing my chest for his attention. He cupped my breasts and pushed them
together, licking my nipples back and forth. “Oh sh it, that feels so good.”
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“So f ucking good,” he murmured, licking a stripe down my stomach. He ripped my bottoms off and
buried his face between my thighs. “But this is f ucking better,” he groaned, I cry out. He grabbed my a
ss cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh. “I’d never get tired of eating you out, Millicent.”
His tongue lashed onto my cl it, licking, biting and nipping as if it was a third nipple. Then he shoved his
tongue inside me, wiggling the tip, making me gasp. “Hm.. yes.”
A toe curling sensation spiraled down my spine when he pushed a finger at my entrance and suckled
my c lit. The sensation was mind-blowing. I dig my hands into his hair and start pulling my body
squirming at the command of his hand and tongue on my p ussy, my legs falling wider as stars dance
on the back of my eyelids..
When I shuddered. tipping over my release, he stopped all ministration, laughing darkly when I cursed
his name.
“Patience, baby.” He sat up, removed his shirt and boxers, his co ck slapping against his stomach. “The
only time you’re allowed to come is when I’m buried balls deep inside you,” he said, fi sting that
monster between his legs.
I swallowed, calculating his size compared to Hunter’s. It must be all the romance novels I’ve read, but
I’ve never actually seen one that would fit all the author’s description, until now. Hunter wasn’t average,
but Damian was bigger on girth and size. Like freaking porn star worthy girth and size.
“The look on your face is a f ucking compliment,” he sounded smug.
I couldn’t form a reply. My heart strummed in my chest as Damian settled between my parted legs,
kissing me until I was breathless. Holding his weight in one arm, he guides his c ock up and down my
center, coating the head with my wetness. I held on to his shoulder as our eyes locked. Slowly, Damian
embedded himself inside me, allowing me to feel every inch until there was no more of him.
“Oh my G od.” I winced, my pu ssy had never been stretched like this before. A pleasurable pain
coursed through my body I wiggled, searching for a comfortable position beneath him.
Damian groaned with each move I made, but stayed as still as he could.
“I knew you’d f ucking feel like heaven,” he snarled, eyes flaring as his jaw ticked.
Once my body got accustomed to his side, Damian dragged out and pushed back in, all the air leaving
my chest. passed out.
His first thrust made me groan. His second made me cry, and when he started to move on top of me,
gaining a stea of push and pull, I lost the ability to make coherent sounds.
All I could feel was Damian. His chest pressed mine, his scent mingling with S** and lust, and the
sounds he made each he’d hit that magical spot inside me that made me scream his name.
Everywhere his hand would touch me, wildfire spr beneath my skin.
I hear a beseeching chant of ‘please, please, please, in my head. soon realized it was me begging
Damian to give me more
“Please, what?” Damian squeezed my breast, pinching my nipples
“Make me come!” I couldn’t recognize the sound of my own voice.
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“Not yet,” Damian chuckled, sitting on his ankles, sliding one hand under my a ss, and lifting my lower
body off the bed. My shoulders dug into the mattress, my head spinning at the sudden change in our
position. Damian reached where our bodies joined, seeking my c lit. He stroked the engrossed bud with
his thumb, his co ck going in and out of me. I was so wet a squelching sound followed each time he
buried himself and withdrew from my body.
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