N. Walters - Damek's Redemption

He’d put himself in her dream, touching her, bringing her to orgasm. And he’d done it on purpose. Before she could think about the implications of that, he lowered his head and took the ripe nipple into his mouth. He trailed his tongue over it, flicking it several times before sucking.

Heat zinged from her breast to her core and back again, and she grabbed his head, sinking her fingers into his hair to hold him there. This was better than any dream. This was Damek.

His erection pressed heavily against her and she wanted to see what she’d only felt until now. Dreams didn’t count. No matter how real they might feel, they were still only a fantasy. This was the real deal.

She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed. He released her but was obviously reluctant to do so. “I want to touch you, to see you.”

He studied her for a moment, brushed a curly lock of hair away from her eyes and nodded. “Whatever you need.” He rolled onto his back, stacked his hands behind his head and lay there, totally comfortable with his nudity.

Sonia sucked in a breath as she came up onto her knees and looked down at him. Had she ever seen a more perfect male specimen? She didn’t think so, and she’d seen a lot of different men during her travels around the world. She’d been in museums and had seen ancient statues depicting the perfect male form. But none of those men, living or dead, compared to Damek.

His body was perfection. Not muscle-bound, but incredibly strong. His arms and thighs were ripped, his abs the perfect six-pack. Wide shoulders narrowed down to a trim waist and hips, but it was his erection reaching toward his bellybutton that arrested her attention.

She licked her lips, drawing a groan from deep within him. Her gaze flickered to his face and she wasn’t surprised to see that his eyes were alive and glowing with unsated lust and hunger.

“Touch me,” he commanded.

Sonia reached out and tentatively laid her fingers on his thick erection. The skin was warm and smooth, but what was underneath was hard and pulsing with life. She trailed her fingers from the base to the tip and back again, letting her nails lightly graze the sensitive organ. Her hand slid lower and she cupped his heavy sac in her palm, carefully rolling his testicles.

A loud growl broke from his lips, startling her. He was panting hard, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. He was watching her like a hawk watches a rabbit before it swoops, and she knew he wouldn’t let her have her way much longer. She decided she might as well make good use of the time she did have.

She lay on her side, gripped his erection in her hand and lowered her head toward the dark-hued tip. He stilled and seemed to stop breathing when her tongue touched the broad head. He tasted salty, and she lapped at the slit in the top of his cock before taking the head into her mouth.

His muscles tensed and practically vibrated with barely suppressed passion. She knew that it was taking all his control to keep from pouncing on her. It was heady stuff to have this much power contained beneath her touch. She stroked her hand up and down his rigid shaft as she continued to tease him with her tongue and teeth.

Damek suddenly moved so fast he was nothing but a blur. In the blink of an eye, Sonia found herself flat on her back with him hovering above her. He knelt between her spread thighs, his gaze on her breasts. They’d always been a little on the large side and she hadn’t really liked that until now, but she certainly enjoyed the way Damek was looking at her.

She cupped her breasts in her hands, plumping the mounds up before she smiled up at him. “Like what you see?”

His fangs flashed as he lowered his head and took one tight nub into his mouth and sucked hard. Sonia cried out, her hips tilting upward, seeking his hardness. His teeth grazed her nipple and the surrounding flesh and, for a moment, she thought he might bite her right there and drink from her.

She was radiating heat from the inside out, her entire body gleaming with a light sheen of perspiration. She clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin, needing something to anchor her in this sensual storm. He released her breast and kissed and licked his way down her slender torso, skimming her curves and teasing her bellybutton with his tongue.

She was restless now, her sex pulsing and aching. Empty. “Damek. I want you.”

“Not yet.” He lightly scraped his fangs over one of her hipbones before settling between her spread thighs. There was no lead-up this time. He plunged his tongue inside her and she cried out at the intimate touch. She put her feet flat on the bed so she could push her hips upward and get more of his erotic touch.

He laughed again, low and wicked, as he licked at her slick folds. He nuzzled her clit before capturing it between his lips and sucking, his tongue teasing the sensitive nub of nerves. Her entire body sizzled and pulsed with an almost insatiable need that she feared only he could sate. He was relentless, driving her up and up. Pushing her to the limits until she had no choice but to go over the edge.

“Damek,” she cried out his name, her hands clutching the sheets beside her as her orgasm swamped her, taking her under. Her thighs quivered and her sex clutched at nothing but air. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. It was intense but it wasn’t enough. “Damek,” she cried again and reached for him.

Damek felt like a king, a god, when Sonia cried out his name. Her skin was flushed and damp beneath him, her musky sweet taste lingered on his lips and tongue. Her pulse raced and her heart pumped a seductive rhythm, urging him to take her, to taste her, to feed.

He braced his fisted hands on the bed, bearing down so hard he knew he was close to shattering the bones in his fingers. He sucked in several deep breaths, never taking his eyes off Sonia. Her black curls were spread across his snowy-white pillowcase, her lean torso quivered, making her rather impressive breasts sway with each breath she took. Her nipples were damp and rosy red from the attention he’d given them.

She said his name again, but there was an ache in her tone, an unfulfilled need. When two solitary tears slid from the corners of her eyes, Damek felt his world shatter.

“What is it, my sweet? What do you need?” He would give her anything if she would stop crying.

“You.” She tried to pull him on top of her. “I need you.”

Had he ever heard any words so sweet? If he had they were lost in the mists of time. He captured this moment in his mind, knowing he would cherish it for the rest of his days. This was one memory that would never fade, no matter how much time passed.

He caught her hips in his hands and angled his body so the head of his cock was pressed against her slick opening. “Are you sure?” There would be no going back for either of them if they took this next step, no pretending that their attraction to each other wasn’t something extremely special.

“Yes.” Her gray eyes were steady and filled with such longing he could not deny her. He slid into her silken core, not stopping until she’d taken all of him. He closed his eyes, savoring the clutch of her inner muscles as they gripped his cock, massaging it rhythmically until he thought it would explode. His balls were pressed tight to her body, swollen and heavy.

He felt truly alive for the first time in centuries. Power flowed through him and over him, creating an electrically charged breeze around them and making all the fine hair on his body stand on end.

He stared down at Sonia and knew he would never let her go. She stimulated him on every level—physically, intellectually and emotionally. She was his and he would slay anyone who tried to take her from him.