Page 60 of Daman

“Eager, are we?” I asked, motioning to his discarded clothes.

“Perhaps.” Warrin softly smiled. “I want to feel you again.”

Heat pooled in my belly at his words. I tossed the bottle of lube on the rug before pulling off my shirt and tugging down my pants. Shit, I was eager too. As an immortal, I’d had a ton of sex in my thousands of years.

Warrin outshone them all.

Which proved even more that he was my destined mate. Goddammit.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and hooked my thumbs beneath the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down his legs. As his thick cock sprang free, mine hardened in response. I licked up his inner thigh and gripped his base, loving his soft intake of air. His pubic hair was silver with blue hues. I pressed my face against it and breathed in his intoxicating musk, one that had an undertone of a forest in winter.

“Daman,” he whispered as I took his cock into my mouth. His fingers curled in my hair, and he hung his head, spine arching a bit.

Jesus fucking Christ, he was too beautiful for words. Scars covered his torso, some deeper than others, but unlike last night, he didn’t seem self-conscious about them as he reveled in the feel of my mouth.

As I sucked him, I freed my cock and stroked myself before shoving my hand farther back and slipping a finger into my ass. The angle made it difficult to go too deep.

“Allow me,” Warrin breathily said. His tender expression caused mini explosions in my chest. “I want to touch you.”

Fuck. I wanted to be touched.

Warrin moved me to my back and smoothed a hand down my ribs, that same tenderness still in his eyes. When he looked at me like that, I felt special. Like I was the only one he saw.

He was the only one I saw too.

After coating his fingers, Warrin brushed the pad of his thumb along my ass crack before slowly pushing it inside. He might’ve been inexperienced, but he was a fast learner. He carefully prepped me, attuned to my every soft moan and quickening breath and adjusting his actions accordingly. Probably that warrior mindset. Observant and adaptable.

“Shit,” I panted as he curved his long finger and pressed against my prostate. “Rightthere.”

With a look of pure determination, Warrin locked his hand in place and stared down at me with parted lips. Hunger darkened his blue eyes.

“Kiss me,” I said, my heart thrashing against my ribcage. I needed him closer. Needed to taste him.

Warrin claimed my lips, fingers still probing that special place inside me. If he didn’t stop, I would nut. And I didn’t want to come until he was buried in my ass, both of us covered in sweat and out of breath, muscles straining as pleasure consumed us.

He pushed his tongue in my mouth, and I slapped a hand to his ass, gripping a nice handful. His rock-hard body drove me wild. He smiled against my lips and withdrew his fingers before grabbing the lube. His hands slightly trembled as he drizzled some on his erect dick and settled between my legs.

“You nervous?” I asked.

“A little.”

I rose up and met him for another kiss. “Don’t be.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Warrin was such a conundrum. Dominant and self-assured one moment, taking what he wanted, and in the next, he was overcome with an adorable bashfulness that tugged at my heartstrings. He was so honest too. A total straight shooter.

“You won’t.”

Our foreheads bumped together as he eased into me. That soul-quaking feeling returned full force, as if the joining of our bodies was a conduit for it to pass between us, enhancing both lust and the need to be as close as possible. Wrapping my arms around his back, I brushed my tongue along the seam of his mouth before kissing him.

Warrin emitted the softest of sounds and rocked into me, pushing that thick cock deeper.

The fire crackled next to us as we fucked on the rug, slow but hard. Each of his thrusts was followed by the heavy slapping of his balls against my ass cheeks. The kiss was rough, messy, and our teeth clanked. He swirled his tongue against mine and pulled nearly all the way out, leaving only the tip inside. The complaint died on my lips as he slammed back into me and bottomed out.

“Shit,” I panted, breaking from his mouth.

I sucked in a breath, a breath he then captured as he reclaimed my mouth in another searing kiss. My head spun, clouded by lust and something I couldn’t describe. A kind of high I’d never felt before. And damn, my teeth ached.