Book 2, Chapter 20: You're Mine, Part I

**Madison**
*Then take me, Damien. Make me yours.*

Those seven little words would be my undoing. His eyes darkened with lust, and he gripped my waist tighter, pulling our bodies even closer than they already were. His rock-hard cock twitched under me, gently rubbing the fabric of our clothes against that little sweet spot between my legs.

“Don’t tease me, butterfly,” Damien’s gruff voice whispered, his breathing increasing. I could feel the beating of his heart pounding against his chest through my fingertips, which rested gently on his exposed skin. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, giving me a delicious view of his chest.

I couldn’t look him in the eyes, so I started drawing soothing patterns on his chest while I said, “I’m not teasing Damien. I never thought I would ever say this, but I want you. I’ve secretly wanted you for as long as I can remember. I always had a crush on you as a kid, and the more I think about it, the more I realize it has always been you. I compared every potential suitor to you. I never wanted anyone else but you. Even when I thought you were dead, I held out hope. I only want you.” I was breathless by the time I finished. My heart was beating like a hummingbird as I finally confessed my feelings. I still couldn’t find the courage to look him in the eyes. Thankfully, he brought his hand to my face and lifted my chin with his finger. Our eyes finally met; his eyes were bright and glossy with unshed tears. I searched his face for the rejection I was expecting, but all I saw was pure happiness.

He slowly smiled while holding my gaze. We didn’t say anything for a few tense moments. I expected him to say something, anything! I started to panic, but my inner volcano simmered when he crashed his lips against mine. It was hot, heavy, and full of passion. His kiss said everything. I parted my lips, consenting for him to dominate my mouth. He did not disappoint. Without releasing my lips, he deepened his advance, shoving his tongue inside and exploring every crevice, and flipped us so I was now underneath him. My legs wrapped around his waist, my hands now gripped his head, and he settled his lower body against mine. We both started to gyrate our hips as we continued our wanton desires. I moaned in ecstasy. My insides fluttered like butterflies, and every inch his hands roamed on my body lit up like a firework on the Fourth of July; tingles remained ignited on my skin.

He finally broke away again, only to kiss down my jaw and settle between my neck and shoulder blade. He found my sweet spot. I practically purred in delight. He sucked and nibbled as his life depended on leaving his mark. “Damien!” I moaned, which fueled him to continue to suckle my skin; only when I sighed once more and breathed “Master” did he release me with a resounding POP. He looked at me with pure desire, and his eyes glittered with happiness when he saw the mark he left me; no doubt it would be enormous and purple very soon.

“Please, Master,” I begged, “I want you.”

His signature smirk crossed his face. “You have me, Zemra Ime,” he teased. He made designs on my skin using his nose, sending my body into lightening sparks. I didn’t need to see his face to know his smirk stayed in place. My body was singing for his touch. The bastard knew he had me pinned under his spell. “Ugh!” I moaned out. I meant to huff it out of annoyance, but alas, the god of sex had to find my rock-hard nipple with his fingers and pinched it roughly through the fabric of my pajamas. He made quick work of pulling down my silk tank top to expose my breasts. He used his hands to push them together and began to suckle them while he kneaded the flesh. It felt incredible. I half regretted not wearing a bra…

“Tell me what you want me to do, Zemra,” Damien ordered as he continued to lick, suck, kiss, and motorboat my breasts. He slowed down his ministrations, which helped simmer the fire building in my belly. I bucked my hips and pushed up my boobs into his face while I grabbed his luscious locks in my fingers tightly, locking him against my chest, earning a growl of pleasure.

He released my nipple with a resounding pop, and while looking me straight in the eyes, he traveled his right hand down my tummy to the waistband of my sleep shorts. He teased me around the elastic rim. “Answer me, Zemra. Do you want me to touch you?” He playfully asked as he proceeded to sneak his hands inside my shorts, and his long fingers found my delicate folds. “Yes,” I breathed out and then gasped as he slid his finger between my labia and coated his finger in my juices. “So wet for me already,” he purred. I just nodded as he continued to lazily stroke me up and down, ever so gently putting a little pressure on my opening. “Hmmm… I love the sounds you are making, baby,” he commented as he teased me. He found my little bundle of nerves and smiled when he felt it was swollen and ready for his touch. I bucked my hips into his hand, wanting to push him into me.

“Does my little slut want to come?” Damien teased, pushing two of his fingers into my clit, sending electricity up my spine. “AH!” I cried out. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted this. I wanted him. All of him. Scratch that; I NEEDED him like I need air to breathe. “Please, Damien. I want you. All of you. Make me cum! Make me cum until I pass out. Master, please, just fuck me! Please do whatever you want to me, make me yours! PLEASE,” I shout. My heart is hurting for him. I pull myself up, grab his head, and crash my lips to his. Tears are streaming down my face freely. He answers my pleading with a kiss of all kisses. He removes his hand from my pants, and I whimper against him. Luckily, it didn’t last long, as I felt him practically shred my clothes. Before I know it, I am completely bare in front of him. He pulls away and sits up on his knees. He slowly takes off his top, and I have to catch myself before I start drooling. He wastes no time unbuckling his belt and throwing it on the floor. I sit up and help him with the button on his pants. I bravely lean in and use my teeth to bring down his zipper. I can feel just how hard he is pressing against the fabric.

“May I?” I ask, looking up at Damien’s hooded eyes, my eyes pleading like a puppy dog. He smiles and says, “Yes.” I hook my fingers in his waistband and bring his pants and boxers to his knees. His cock springs to life and hits my face. It’s standing at attention, and I lick my lips. It’s the first time I have seen this lovely appendage, but I am still mesmerized each time I do. He is truly a beautiful specimen. I waste no time in grabbing him at the base with my hand, stroking him gently before I begin to tease the mushroom tip. His salty precum is already slipping out. I enjoy every drop as I continue to lick and suck his tip. He moans as I start taking him into my mouth. Once I start a nice, comfortable rhythm, I hollow out my cheeks, relax my throat, and breathe through my nose like he taught me. I pull him into my mouth a little more each time I bob back down until my nose touches his pelvis. I suck him like a lollipop and use my free hand to massage his balls. He has my hair fisted and is guiding me to his liking, bucking his hips along with my head. I can feel him grow, and his balls begin to tighten. I know I am close to bringing him to a release, but the fucker pulls me back sharply with a line of saliva trailing between us.

“I am not going to cum anywhere but in that tight little pussy of yours, Zemra Ime,” he says powerfully. His words make my insides flutter, and new heat pools between my legs. He leans down to kiss me feverishly, tasting himself on my lips. He moves his hand back to my core. He gathers up my juices and starts playing with my clit once more while his mouth finds every inch of skin he can. I am a moaning mess, not knowing where I am beginning or ending. I jump a bit when I feel hot breath on my core. His touch consumed me so much that I didn’t realize he had shifted so far down. Damien doesn’t wait another second before attacking my heated center with his tongue. He is a starving man at a feast for how he latches onto my bundle of nerves. He then licks, nibbles, and kisses every inch of me down there and fucking me with his tongue. That pressure builds, and I can hardly wait for it to fly off the cliff it is about to reach. I am barely able to beg him for my release.

“Come for me, Zemra, come on my face,” he orders. He sticks two fingers inside my tight channel, and within two pumps, I am a goner. I fly off the cliff and into the stars as my first orgasm rocks my world. He continues to lap up my juices and pump his fingers slowly inside of me, stretching me for what I know is coming. Once I am down from my high, he speeds up his fingers, hitting that particular spot that sends me back into the ether with two more earth-shattering orgasms. He finally pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. He climbs back up to me and kisses me once more so I can taste myself.

“You ready, Zemra Ime? Are you sure you want this? There is no going back,” Damien says breathlessly against my forehead.

“Yes, Master,” I say. Next thing I know, I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance and the biggest smile on his face. This is it.