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Chapter eighteen

Breaking Down Walls

K aelis Monroe sat on the edge of Damian Blackthorn’s plush bed, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her silk robe. The ambient light from the nearby lamps cast a warm glow across the room, but it did little to ease the knot of anxiety forming in her chest. She had been vulnerable with Damian in so many ways, but this felt different—more raw, more exposing. Damian stood a few feet away, his sharp, dark eyes softening as he noticed her hesitation. “Talk to me,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “What’s on your mind?”

Kaelis hesitated, her gaze dropping to her hands. “I don’t know,” she said quietly, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her uncertainty.

Damian crossed the room in a few measured steps, kneeling in front of her so he could meet her eyes. “You do know,” he said gently. “And whatever it is, you can tell me.” His steady presence was like a balm, encouraging her to speak even as her insecurities warred for control.

She took a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… sometimes I wonder if you see me the way I see myself.”

Damian tilted his head, his brow furrowing slightly. “And how do you see yourself?” He asked, his tone devoid of judgment.

Kaelis hesitated again, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I’m not perfect,” she admitted. “I don’t look like some of the women here—like Isolde or anyone else you’ve been with.”

Damian’s expression softened further, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. “Kaelis,” he murmured, reaching for her hand. “You’re comparing yourself to shadows. None of them matter. You matter.” She glanced up at him, her eyes searching his for reassurance. “But what if I’m not enough?” she asked, her voice trembling.

The vulnerability in her words was palpable, and Damian’s jaw tightened though his eyes remained kind.

“You are more than enough,” he said firmly, his voice laced with conviction. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll spend as long as it takes to prove it to you.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “But first, I need you to trust me when I say this: there’s not a single part of you I don’t desire.” His words were like a lifeline, pulling her back from the spiral of self-doubt.

Damian rose from his position on the floor, gently guiding Kaelis to stand. His hands moved to her waist, his touch grounding and reassuring. “I want you to see what I see,” he said softly. He led her to the large, ornate mirror on the far wall, positioning her in front of it. Kaelis hesitated; her reflection was a stark reminder of her insecurities. But Damian’s hands remained steady on her hips, his voice grounding her. “Look at yourself,” he said. “Really look.”

Kaelis’s gaze flickered to the mirror, her breath catching as Damian pressed closer behind her. “You see flaws,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “But I see strength. I see curves that make my hands ache to touch you. I see softness that calls to me.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, her chest tightening with a mix of emotion and arousal. Damian’s hands began to explore her body, his movements reverent.

Damian spun her around roughly, gripping the back of her neck possessively. “Fuck mirrors,” he growled, his eyes darkening with desire. “I wanna see you break.” He tore her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Her breasts heaved against her lace bra, nipples hard.

“Turn around,” he commanded, spinning her back to face the mirror. He unhooked her bra in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor. One hand slid up to squeeze her breast while the other snaked down her stomach, slipping into her panties. “Look at yourself.”

Damian hooked his fingers in her underwear and slowly dragged it down her legs, revealing her curvy hips, her flat stomach, and her toned thighs. He kicked her underwear aside and stepped closer, his large hands gripping her hips possessively as he spread her legs apart. “Step wider.”

She obeyed. Suddenly, Damian pressed his body against Kaelis, his hard cock grinding against her ass. He leaned down, biting her earlobe gently. “Watch yourself while I fuck you,” he whispered darkly. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and thrust in hard. Kaelis moaned loudly, her reflection showing her parted lips, her heavy breasts bouncing with each thrust. Damian’s hands roamed her body possessively, squeezing her breasts and spreading her cheeks wider. “You like getting fucked like this?” He growled, his voice hoarse.

As Damian continued, his words never stopped, each one a balm to the wounds of self-doubt she had carried for so long. “Your body is incredible, Kaelis,” he murmured, his hands trailing along her sides. “Every inch of you deserves to be worshiped. And tonight, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Kaelis’s eyes filled with tears, though she quickly blinked them away. The vulnerability of the moment threatened to overwhelm her, but Damian’s presence anchored her.

He turned her gently to face him, his hands cradling her face as he spoke. “I need you to hear me,” he said, his tone serious but tender. “You are beautiful. Not just to me—but to anyone with eyes and a heart. And I won’t let you forget it.”

Kaelis felt her chest tighten, her emotions bubbling to the surface. “I want to believe you,” she said softly.

Damian smiled, his thumbs brushing away a stray tear from her cheek. “You will,” he said simply.

Damian guided her back to the bed, his movements unhurried and deliberate. He knelt in front of her once again, his hands moving to her ankles and slowly tracing upward. “Let me show you,” he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. Kaelis’s breath hitched as his touch sent a wave of warmth through her, his reverence for her body evident in every movement. He paused only to ask, “Are you okay?”

Kaelis nodded, her voice too caught in her throat to respond.

Damian pushed Kaelis onto the bed, her back arching as she landed on the soft mattress. He positioned her so that she was facing the mirror, her legs spread wide open. “Watch yourself while I eat that pretty pussy,” he commanded, his voice rough with lust.

Damian knelt between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs apart even further. He looked up at her, his eyes burning with desire. “I’m going to make you scream,” he promised. He leaned down and buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking like a starving man.

Damian grabbed her legs and pushed them back towards her chest, leaving her completely vulnerable and exposed. He repositioned himself, gripping his cock at the base. “Hold your legs,” he ordered huskily. Before she could react, he slid inside her in one swift motion, hitting her G-spot perfectly.

Kaelis let out a loud scream as he hit that spot, her body convulsing. Damian quickly covered her mouth with his large hand, muffling her cries. He started to thrust hard and fast, his other hand gripping her hips tightly. “Shh, don’t make a sound.”

Damian’s hand remained firmly over Kaelis’s mouth as he continued to pound into her, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. With his free hand, he reached up and grabbed her breast roughly, bringing it to his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing her nipple as he bit down. “Mmph,”

Damian sat back on his knees, Kaelis quickly straddling him. Their lips crashed together in a passionate, tongue-filled kiss as she began to bounce up and down on his cock. Her breasts bounced in his face, and he caught one in his mouth again, sucking hard. “Fuck!”

Kaelis threw her head back, her hair cascading down. She rode him like a cowgirl, taking him deep. Damian slapped her ass hard, making her yelp. “You like this?” He asked dirtily, smacking her ass again. “Answer me.” He thrust up hard.

“Yes!” Kaelis cried out. Damian slid his thumb back and slowly pushed it into her asshole.

“You dirty girl,” he growled, adding another finger. He spread them apart, making her tighten around his cock. “Take my fingers while you ride me.” He added a third finger.

With three fingers pumping in her ass, Damian thrust up sharply, hitting Kaelis’s G-spot perfectly. Her inner walls clenched around his cock as her orgasm tore through her. “Ohhh fuuuuck!” she screamed, her body shuddering violently. Damian continued thrusting, prolonging her intense climax.

Damian could feel his own orgasm building; Kaelis’s tight pussy, and ass milking him relentlessly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and let go, filling her with his hot seed.

The night unfolded in a series of slow, deliberate moments, Damian’s focus never wavering from Kaelis. He explored her body with a mix of reverence and hunger, his words of affirmation weaving a thread of intimacy through every touch. Kaelis felt herself relax into his touch, her insecurities melting away under the weight of his devotion. By the time the night ended, she felt a deep sense of peace, her confidence blossoming under Damian’s care.

As they lay together afterward, Damian wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her arm, his voice low and soothing. “You’re perfect to me, Kaelis,” he said softly. “And I’ll remind you of that every day if I have to.”

Kaelis smiled, her heart full as she whispered, “Thank you. For seeing me.”

Damian pressed a kiss to her temple, his touch tender. “Always,” he said simply. The vulnerability of the moment had forged a deeper connection between them, one rooted in trust and acceptance. Kaelis felt a newfound strength within herself, a spark of confidence that Damian had helped ignite. For the first time, she saw herself through his eyes—and she liked what she saw.