Page 30 of Marked

“It’s possible but there’s a lot of camps out there.

” He looked up at her, his eyes darkening as he pushed his chair back and lunged toward her.

Picking her up, he tossed her over his shoulder and started walking toward the bedroom.

His shadows tickled her face, and she let out a giggle as her feet flailed.

Damien chuckled in approval of her playfulness.

"We form a plan in the morning, but I want today." He tightened his hold around Blair as they entered the bedroom.

This time, when they touched, it wasn't in a feral need.

She wasn't bound to a wall or even thrown on the bed.

Her clothes weren't torn off animalistically.

Damien took his time, starting slowly by kissing down her face and her neck.

He pulled her shirt over her head and began the trail again.

Moving her hair to the side, he slowly licked the side of her ear.

Blair responded in short pants, her hands lazily moving over his clothes.

"I want to know everything about you Blair, including what sounds you can make," Damien said, black swirls starting to cloud his vision.

Blair nodded, reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head.

Black markings laced up his chest and shoulders like living ink, bold and intricate, curling in serpentine swirls and sharp, jagged lines.

The patterns weren't still; they shifted subtly as if stirred by an unseen magic beneath his skin.

Some lines shimmered faintly, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, while others coiled tighter when touched by the light streaming in.

Across his collarbone, the marks branched like roots.

Down his arms, they narrowed into delicate tendrils, wrapping around muscle like ink caught in water.

Blair watched as the swirls occasionally rippled.

Blair moved her hands over his chest and arms in awe, tracing the swirls that marked his skin.

Damien stole her attention away as he slowly kissed her.

Pouring himself into the restraint he used, he gripped the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

He walked her backward until her knees hit the side of the mattress; he slowly turned her around, kissing the side of her neck and inhaling her scent before bending her over, peppering kisses over every scar she had on her back.

The larger ones, he licked. Pulling a moan from her mouth.

With that sound, she felt his shadows creep over her back until they found their place at her wrists, once again pulling them together and binding them. The shadows wrapped around her wrists and then moved to the other side of the bed and unto the floor, securing around the leg of the bed.

She raised her head and looked up at the black binds that twisted and tightened around her skin. A husky groan brought her attention back to Damien and she turned her head, watching him admire the view.

The shirt she was wearing was the only article of clothing she had on, leaving her bare as she bent over the bed.

She continued to look back at him, craning her neck to see the man that stood behind her.

He looked up at her then, the last bit of white in his eyes turning black.

Blair shuddered at the sight, realizing how much she liked seeing that.

That fog of shadow meant he was losing control.

"Your eyes turn black, you know that?" She managed to squeak out. He slowly bent and licked her lower back, her body beginning to writhe in anticipation.

"Hmm..." Damien said in thought as one of his shadows snaked up her back and secured itself around her face, acting as a blindfold, casting out her vision.

Her breath quickened as she relaxed into him and the control he took.

Blair gasped as some areas of her body broke out in goosebumps.

The blindfold heightened her other senses.

In each place the physical darkness slithered around her, her skin lit up as it squeezed.

In other areas, they were soft, caressing her and leaving lines of tingles.

The contradiction of the two pressures soon drove her wild.

Damien stood behind her, a smirk curving his lips as he watched his shadows tantalize her. Every time his wrist flickered, his shadows moved in that direction, slithering over Blair's skin, teasing her.

"I like it when you're feisty, but I like it more when you submit to me," Damien murmured, his voice a smooth caress.

Blair slowly smiled, allowing him the control.

Damien groaned in satisfaction as he watched the shadows move, teasing her. "Let's see what else I can learn about you..." he murmured, almost to himself.

The tendrils began their cruel dance, sliding down her throat like a feather, trailing over her collarbone before tightening just enough to make her gasp. They teased along the edges of her ribs, tracing lazy circles over her stomach, creeping ever lower before retreating just as swiftly.

Blair's breath hitched. Her body responded to every unexpected touch. Every whisper of sensation from the shadows sent shivers rippling down her spine, and as they played, her breaths turned into pants.

“Tell me what you like Blair.” he mused.

The shadows shifted, dragging slow and deliberate paths down the inside of her thighs. A whimper escaped her before she could stop it.

Damien grinned. "You like that? Your thighs touched?"

Blair bit her lip and nodded.

The teasing touches turned sharper. Shadows licked at her skin like cold flames, stroking, pressing, then squeezing just tight enough to make her squirm but never enough to hurt.

Every sensation built on the last, a slow, torturous ascent, winding her tighter and tighter until she was sure she would snap .

"More?" Damien questioned, voice dropping lower. The shadows halted at his words.

Blair trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The pressure, the absence, the unrelenting tease of his power, she loved it.

"Please…"

A dark chuckle filled the room. The shadows resumed just as she felt her body spin, and she was turned on her back.

Her shirt was raised, exposing her chest as her wrists stayed confined above her head.

His fingers, real and warm, skimmed along her jaw, and down her chest, although all she could see was black.

"Please. Please let me see you." she whimpered, rocking her body closer to his. The sound of a buckle and pants dropping to the floor made her squeeze her thighs together. Several seconds went by, and Blair groaned impatiently.

With that sound, he conceded to her plea and removed the shadows, masking her eyes.

Blair inhaled sharply at the sight of Damien.

He stood naked in front of her, His strong legs in a wide stance as his hand stroked his cock which seemed to visibly throb.

As his hand moved, the veins in both his arm and length constricted.

A low moan escaped his mouth as he leaned his head back.

Blair writhed in response, short whimpers escaping her.

Damien released himself and moved to her, caging her in as he laid on top of her.

His eyes darkened, locking in on hers. For a split second, his eyes shifted to her wrists, and the shadows disappeared, leaving her the ability to wrap her hands around his neck.

She locked her fingers and brought her legs up around him.

The weight on her shifted as he pulled back and positioned himself in between her legs, then his eyes found hers again as he pushed in.

Blair sucked in a breath and moaned at the intrusion.

He smiled then, pushing slow and deep. Blair instinctively closed her eyes and winced from the pressure, but he paused.

"Keep your eyes on me, Blair. I want to see what I do to you.”

Opening her eyes back up with his words, Blair met his gaze. With a slight nod, he continued moving, and she relaxed, taking him inch by inch.

"Fuck." Damien whispered against her lips as he put his forehead to hers.

Blair moved her hands from behind his head and traced the curves of his shoulders and arms. Following the skin, she then moved down the sides of him, the black marks following her touch.

The shadows that were scattered across his neck grew the more he thrusted into her.

The rhythm was steady as she adjusted to his size.

Damien lowered himself more, so his mouth grazed her ear as he groaned, “You feel so good Blair. You take me so good.”

Those words ignited a flame in Blair's lower belly, and she started to thrust back.

As she did so, Damien's growls became louder.

She wrapped her arms under his and dug into his back, relishing in the sweet pressure building within her.

Damien's shadows began to pulse around him. They emerged from his skin and covered Blair, pushing her closer to him. He closed his eyes, and his nostrils flared, another growl lingering in his throat. “I can’t be gentle. I need you. I need you in every single way I can have you.”

“Then take me Damien.” Blair whispered, her voice filled with need.

Suddenly, the nice and steady rhythm became feral.

He grabbed her thighs and pulled them up, pinning her uplifted legs at her knees.

Blair moaned at the change in angle. Moving his hand between her legs, he found her clit with his fingers and began circling it with his thumb.

The sensation was overwhelming, and Blair bucked her hips, but his shadows were there, holding her in place.

A scream broke free as the warmth in Blair's body began to build.

She tried to arch her back, but she couldn't move.

Damien smiled at the way she squirmed and slowed his movements, pulling out to lower his mouth to her entrance.

She squealed, feeling his hot breath against her sensitive area.

He slowly licked once, pulling a low moan from her lips.

He then focused on her clit, her body winding up with every flick of his tongue.

As her muscles tightened, getting ready for her climax, she intertwined her hands in his hair and rocked against his mouth.

That single motion sent her over, her body convulsing as it let go.

He pulled back, his mouth and beard glistening with her release.

“Look, you made a sweet mess for me to clean.” Lowering his head back to her, he licked her thighs and moved to the space in between.

Blair screamed again when his tongue swiped over her most sensitive spot, so he lingered there, pulling more spasms from her body.

“D-Damien...” she pleaded, her breath short .

His mouth stopped for a mere second to only respond to her, “Just give me one more.”

Blair's body shook as his tongue continued the assault but this time, he slipped a finger inside of her and her body exploded, the sensitivity too much.

Using his other hand, he pushed down on her lower stomach and Blair's breath caught at the pressure that started to build. Oh god, this was glorious torture.

Within a minute, another orgasm hit her hard, her body barely able to recover before he returned his hands where her knees hinged and slid back inside her with one deep motion. Screaming out, she met him and matched every thrust with a rock of her hips.

Within minutes, she was moaning out his name as waves of intense pleasure washed over her.

His body tightened, and a shadow reached out, grabbing her jaw and making her look at him as he released.

He groaned loudly, his shadows thrashing around him as he pushed into her with unleashed ferocity.

After both their bodies had stilled and their breathing evened out, they lay there, tangled in each other, until sleep claimed them.