N. Walters - Damek's Redemption

But she didn’t need gentle now. Didn’t want it. “Harder,” she demanded, and he gave it to her.

He lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders, leaving her wide open to his thrusts. Bracing both hands beside her head, he plunged in and out, hammering her pussy. And she loved it.

Papers crinkled as her body slid across the top of the desk and she grasped his forearms to keep from sliding off. Damek’s cock powered into her with short, hard strokes. His eyes were glowing red and she knew hers were too. She arched her neck, wanting him to bite her, needing to bite him in return. The exchange of blood was almost as profound an act as making love. When the two were combined, Sonia didn’t think there was a more intimate act two people could share.

Damek leaned down and nuzzled her neck, the sharp edge of his fang teasing her skin before piercing it. The sensual caress was like a punch to the heart. She loved it when he drank from her. Primal instincts had her grasping his neck and lifting so she could sink her teeth into him.

He groaned when her fangs punched through his flesh. Moaned when she began to suck, drawing his blood into her mouth and swallowing. The life-giving fluid flowed down her throat, sweet and oh so good. Her body absorbed it, sending it to every cell. Heat followed, comforting and exciting at the same time.

Needing blood to survive no longer felt foreign to her. It simply was what it was, normal for a vampire. She didn’t think she’d feel quite the same if she were drinking from anyone but Damek. She’d probably starve if she were forced to take blood from a stranger. No, if she couldn’t have Damek, it was bagged blood for her. It was nowhere near as potent as her husband’s blood, but it did the job and kept the bloodlust contained.

The sensual pull of his mouth at her neck, combined with the continuous plunge of his driving cock, sent her over the edge again. Sonia came hard and fast, crying out as a molten volcano of love and longing erupted within her, sending fire streaking to every part of her.

Blood leaked out the corner of her mouth and she quickly lapped at his neck to close the wound. “I love you,” she cried, needing to give him the words he couldn’t give her.

Damek continued to thrust and drink, sending her into another spasm of sexual delight. Her orgasm seemed endless. Or maybe she had several. It was hard to say. He played her body like it was a piano and he a master of the keys. He arched against her and flooded her with his essence, which sent her spinning off yet again.

“Mine,” he roared as he came, continuing to thrust until all sense of reality was gone. His blatant possession soothed the ache in her soul, making her orgasm even more satisfying.

Lost in an endless ocean of pleasure, she drifted aimlessly, content to simply be until Damek stirred and lifted her off the desk. Her blouse was wide open, her bra ruined beyond repair, and her skirt hiked around her waist. Damek was still hard inside her, his cock throbbing as he settled them both into his large desk chair. Her thighs hugged his flanks, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, loving just being close to him.

Sonia was sleepy and replete, but couldn’t shake the niggling sense of disappointment. She inwardly scolded herself. She’d promised herself she’d be happy with things the way they were and be patient with Damek.

“What’s wrong?” Damek eased her away until she was sitting up straight. She grumbled at being moved from his comfortable chest, but he wouldn’t be denied. He gently pushed an unruly lock of hair off her forehead, hooking it carefully around her ear. She could see the growing concern in his gaze.

She hated that she’d inadvertently destroyed the loving, sensual moment. Damek was always in tune with her moods and emotions, even when he couldn’t hear her thoughts. She shook her head. “There’s nothing wrong. That was amazing.” She kissed him, hoping to distract him.

She should have known better. Damek stood and lifted her off his lap, letting his semi-erect cock slip from her body. He ignored his open pants and his growing erection while he buttoned her blouse and pulled down her skirt. Her bra was still on under her top even though it was ripped beyond being useful.

Needing to pull herself together, she turned away from Damek’s probing gaze and opened her blouse enough so she could remove her bra. She didn’t have any pockets, so she dropped the damaged garment into the garbage can tucked behind the desk.

Liquid trickled down the inside of her bare thigh, and for a brief moment, she wished she’d worn underwear instead of giving into her need to seduce her husband. She needed to clean up, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Damek’s office didn’t have a private bathroom or shower. If they were going to be doing this kind of thing here on a regular basis, she’d have to do some renovations. A shower would be perfect right about now. Behind her, she could hear Damek pulling his clothing back on.

Pasting a smile on her face, she turned and, sure enough, he looked immaculate, not a hair out of place, while she was rumpled and sticky. If she didn’t love him so much, she could really resent him for that.

Papers were scattered all over the floor and she bent to pick some of them up. Damek’s hand came down on her shoulder. “Leave them.”

She slowly straightened and laid several papers on the desk. She’d never be able to look at his desk again without remembering tonight.

“What is wrong?” He rubbed her upper arms, his gaze growing more concerned by the moment.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” Frustration bled from every pore of his body. Being this in tune with another person was disconcerting at times. Sonia knew he was upset, but she didn’t want to admit to what was bothering her.

It felt wrong to want more from him than he was willing to give. His every action showed her that he loved her. Why couldn’t she just be happy with that? She gave herself a pep talk every single night when she woke from her day sleep, determined to be patient, but it simply wasn’t working.

“Sonia. You must tell me. Do you want to leave me?” His tortured question almost broke her heart.

“No!” How could he even think such a thing? She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him tight. “I love you. I’ll never leave you.”

His breath was warm against her temple as he sighed. “Then what is it? Something has been bothering you these past weeks. I’ve been patient long enough. Tell me so I can fix it.”

So autocratic. So demanding. That was her husband. How could she make him understand? She took a step back and ordered her scattered thoughts, which wasn’t easy with him watching her with those penetrating, sexy dark eyes. “It’s not something I can demand you fix. It’s something you have to figure out for yourself. If I demand it and you give it, then it’s worthless.”

Damek rubbed a hand over his face. “I don’t understand.” For the first time since she’d known him, he looked tired and discouraged. Her heart felt as though it was breaking. She was making him feel this way, though it wasn’t her intention. She didn’t know what else to do.

“I know.” Sadness tinged her words, but they were the truth. She did understand. Damek had never been in love before and probably wouldn’t even recognize the fact if it hit him over the head. He wasn’t used to thinking in those terms because he’d been alone for so long.

Desperation ate at Damek. He had to know what was wrong. He could easily slip into her mind and discover the truth for himself, but he knew if he did such a thing, he would irrevocably break the special bond between them. He needed Sonia to tell him what was wrong, freely and of her own will.