Book 2, Chapter 11: Heated Battle

**Third Person**

Madison charged Damien’s tall figure, fury blazing in her eyes. The room was large enough that Damien was able to see her petite figure coming at him, but he was not prepared for the full-on ninja attack on his naked body.

Madison propelled herself into his large frame, using her shoulder and head to push Damien. Unfortunately, he only moved two steps back instead of the desired fall on his ass so Madison could straddle him and bash his face. Madison was so full of rage that she failed her combat training 101.

Damien smiled as Madison growled like a kitten. Sadly, kittens have claws, and Madison pulled her arm back, ready to strike. And she did. She went straight for his face, but Damien was quick to latch onto her wrist. He held it for a moment before forcefully throwing it to the side. Madison attacked with her other hand, trying to get to his face. He stopped her once more.

The fire in her eyes blazed brighter. She took a calming breath and honestly surprised Damien as she started to hit him again, only for her to shift her body and use the distraction to deliver a blow to Damien’s ribs with her other hand.

“Ouf!” he grunted. I always knew she was strong, he thought. He didn’t have to overthink because Madison began to assault him with a series of punches and kicks. She channeled Kai’s techniques, which he had drilled into his Omega team soldiers. Punch, punch, kick, side kick, rapid jabs, fake punch, kick, punch. The movements were swift and moved up and down the body. The only problem is that after that first fake-out, Damien recognized it as he himself spent countless hours with the punching bags in Kai’s hell house working on the same routine.

“You. Arrogant. Self-centered. Asswipe! It. Has. Been. You. This. Whole. Time! You. Made. Me. A. Prisoner. In. My. Own. Home!” Madison yelled at him while she attempted to maul his perfect features.

He was quick to dodge or counter every punch and kick Madison made. It only fueled her more as the duo continued to spare, but her energy waned. Every time Damien stopped her, he would grab onto her, only to release her. She would huff and begin again.

“How. Could. You?” She yelled, switching up her routine by turning her body around and landing a backhanded elbow to Damien’s abdomen, making him grunt once more. He did not see that one coming.

“Madison! Stop!” Damien tried to command, but the little firecracker was too upset.

“AH!” She cried out, kicking him in his shin before walking away. Damien had gritted his teeth as pain shot through his leg, but now his fury was beginning to boil. He was quick and grabbed her by her shoulder, spinning her around. He didn’t know what he wanted to say or do, but one look into her glistening eyes that still held the smolder of fire and his resolve broke. The same eyes made his knees buckle when he met her days after birth. The same eyes that made him smile while he watched her grow up, exploring the world and achieving every milestone. The same eyes that eight years ago, while she was still a young girl, made his heart flutter, and he vowed to protect her with every breath.

Damien wasted no more time staring at her, capturing her lips with his. At first, she struggled against him as he pulled her even closer to his naked flesh. Her soft, dainty hands against the skin of his chest were enough to make his inner beast roar with satisfaction. She whimpered as Damien pushed harder, licking her lips and asking for entrance. Soon, the pushing on his chest stopped, and Madison responded. She brought her hands to his neck and threaded her fingers into his damp, unruly hair. She pressed her chest against him as they began to battle for dominance.

Damien ran his hands down to her firm, round ass, reveling in the feel under his palms. He squeezed her covered flesh and pulled up, silently ordering Madison to jump. She complied, jumping and wrapping her legs around his sculpted waist. Her core rubbed against Damien’s dick, making the muscle half-mast and growing steady.

Madison felt her back hit a hard surface as they continued to devour each other’s mouths. Damien began to trail his kisses down her jaw and found her sweet spot when she moaned loudly. He smirked against her heated skin as he started to devour the spot, licking and sucking, wanting to leave his mark on her.

The fog in Madison’s mind started to clear when Damien released her lips and began to assault her neck. It felt amazing. That kiss was amazing. Everything she dreamed and more. He felt amazing against her. She loved the feel of his skin in her hands. She hated that she was wearing clothes, wanting to feel all of him. But this was not right. He was the enemy. He broke her heart. He is using her.

“Damien, stop…” she said breathlessly. Damien’s ministrations on her neck were making the fog come back. She was feeling really hot. She didn’t want this. Or did she?

“I said STOP!” Madison finally roared, finding the strength to yank Damien’s head away from her neck.

His eyes blazed with fury, and at that moment, so did Madison’s. Madison reacted instantly and slapped him. The impact was harsh, and Damien’s head whipped to the side. The loud smack reverberated off the quiet walls. A harsh red mark was already appearing on his cheek. Both of them were breathing heavily.

“Don’t fuck…” Madison began to seeth, only for Damien’s hand to go to her throat and squeeze, forcing her head back against the wall.

“Don’t what, Madison? Don’t touch you? You dare tell me what to do, little Zemra?” Damien seethed. His temper was boiling over, and with a little more pressure, he could end her life. Madison wanted to pry his hands from her throat but was stunned. She tried to remain calm, but her heart was hammering inside her head. Her breathing was shallow. He squeezed just a little harder, not enough to cut off her air, but certainly enough to make her lightheaded. “I will touch you, I will kiss you, and if I want, I will fuck your brains out wherever and whenever I want. You are mine! You have always been mine!” He said through gritted teeth. He was breathing hard as if trying to control an alpha beast inside. ‘Fuck,’ Madison thought, ‘Why is that so damn hot?’

She didn’t have much more to think about as Damien once again claimed her lips. ‘Oh, fuck it!’ Madison said. She had loved him her whole life. She had a crush on him since she was five, and it grew. It was always Damien. No other boy ever caught her fancy, although those lucky enough to be around her tried.

The heated kiss became another battle of the tongues, Damien easily winning. They both resigned themselves to the moment. Madison wanted to be closer to him and started grinding her hips against his, earning a groan from him. He pulled them off the wall, never breaking the kisses. He held her tightly by the ass in one hand and had her head in his other. Her soft brown locks intertwine through his fingers nicely.

Madison felt herself being laid down on the cloud-like bed. Damien is now holding up most of his weight with his arm, still kissing her like no tomorrow. He settled nicely between her open legs, and she once again started to gyrate against him. His shaft was poking straight up, straining against the towel still wrapped around his waist. He mirrored her movements, pressing his hardened member against her heated core. Damien moved his hand from Madison’s head only to cup her whole breast, palming it lustfully. He loved the feel of her in his hands. It was taking every ounce of restraint not to rip her clothes off right there and claim her thoroughly. He wanted to be buried in her so badly, it hurt. He could feel her juices soaking through her shorts, and it made him want her even more.

Damien finally pulls away from her, staring at her beautiful face. Their breathing is so heavy it could blow up a hot air balloon. Her eyes were misty, and he cupped her face in his hand. His gentle touch made Madison lean into his palm, smiling softly. He pecked her lips a few more times before kissing her nose before her forehead.

“You have no idea how badly I want you right now,” Damien whispered breathlessly, moving a stray strand of hair from her face.

“I think I have an idea…” She smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with mischief while she purposefully gyrated her hips further against Damien’s, making both of the centers touch and ignite a fire once more. His eyes darkened with lust, and he kissed her once more. He moved back to her neck, and she pulled him closer, turning her head to give him access. He started dry-humping her, and she moaned in delight. Madison ran her hand down his back, then used her nails to mark his flesh. He growled in approval. He kissed down her chest and pulled her top with her bra down, releasing both of her mounds. Damien feasted on them like he was being served Ambrosia. Madison loved his tongue on her flesh and couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have his tongue somewhere else.

When Damien returned to Madison’s mouth, Madison dared to venture her hand further down. She hesitated by her hip. Damien noted her hesitation. He gently took his hand and helped her palm his erection. She gasped at how big it felt in her tiny hand. The towel still separated their touches, but the thin material did not hinder her ability to gauge just how robust he was in that department. She took a hand and grabbed his shaft. He groaned in delight. She gasped once more when she started to rub him and felt metal on the underside of his cock.

“Surprise,” Damien said, smiling against her lips.

“Do you… is that a… Do you have a Jacob’s Ladder?” Madison asked, breaking the kiss and looking at him. She was still holding his throbbing cock in her hand. ‘Yes, Zemra Ime,” Damien replied breathlessly.

She resumed pumping him nice and slow, making Damien close his eyes in bliss. She was genuinely fascinated by this new revelation. Damien went back to kissing her neck and caressing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were particularly sensitive, and Damien was happy to exploit it. The heat in both of their bodies was enough to ignite a forest fire.

Time was lost to them as they continued to kiss and touch each other, climbing the invisible ladder of euphoria. Both of them were on the edge of climax as their ministrations sped up when a loud knock on the door broke their connection.

“Sire, dinner is ready!”