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Chapter eighteen

~ DAMIEN~

I shouldn’t be here. I know that. It’s reckless, even for me. But the second I saw that window open, my body was already moving on autopilot. I can’t stay away from her. Not after seeing her in my T-shirt, calling out my name from the stands today. Not when I can still taste her on my lips, still feel her trembling under me from last night, still feel her tightness around my cock.

And now, here I am, in her room, her scent surrounding me, and she’s looking up at me like she’s caught somewhere between terror and desire. I can’t decide which one I want more.

Her lips are slightly swollen from my kiss, her breathing uneven, and that damn T-shirt of mine is hanging loose on her frame, teasing me with the barest hint of her thighs. My T-shirt. My girl.

And just downstairs? Rowan.

Yeah, I shouldn’t be here. But when has that ever stopped me?

I press her back into the wall, one hand braced beside her head, the other slipping under her chin to tilt her face up to me. Her wide eyes meet mine, pupils blown, cheeks flushed, and it hits me again: how much I want her, how much I crave her.

“You’re too quiet,” I murmur, my voice low, dripping with intent. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous now.”

Her breath hitches, and I lean closer, brushing my lips just below her ear, feeling the way she shivers against me.

“What are you so nervous about?” I whisper, my tone dark and wicked.

“Damien…” Her hands clutch at my shirt, knuckles whitening as she struggles to find her voice.

“Yes, baby?” I smirk, letting my lips graze her neck.

I pull back just enough to catch her expression. Her brows are drawn tight, her lips parted, and that flush crawling down her neck. She’s caught between her fear and desire. I want her to feel it. I want her to embrace it.

“You feel it, don’t you?” I say softly, dragging my thumb across her jaw. “The thrill? Knowing we could get caught any second?”

Her gaze locks onto mine, and for a moment, she looks like she’s about to say something, maybe to stop me or beg me to keep going.

I let my fingers trail down to the hem of my shirt, the one draped over her body, and I tug lightly, just enough to tease her.

“You wore this to practice on purpose,” I murmur. “Do you know what I wanted to do to you once I saw you wearing it?”

Her breathing stutters, and I take my time, leaning in to kiss her again, deep, slow, and deliberate. Her hands slide up to my shoulders, clutching at me like I’m the only thing keeping her upright, and maybe I am. I press myself against her, letting her feel exactly what I wanted to do when I saw her in my clothes. She whimpers into my mouth, her hands clutching me tighter.

“Keep quiet for me,” I murmur against her lips, my voice like gravel. “Unless you want him to come running in here.”

“Damien, no—” Her gasp is muffled by my mouth as I kiss her harder this time, my hands finding her waist, gripping her firmly. Her body melts against mine, and I feel the faint tremble in her legs.

“You like this,” I breathe, trailing my lips down her neck. “You like the danger. Admit it, baby.”

“I don’t,” she whispers, wide-eyed.

“Little liar.” I grin, my teeth grazing her collarbone. She’s just as addicted to this as I am.

She moans softly, barely audible, and it’s enough to make my blood heat. My hands glide down to her thighs, lifting her easily as I pin her to the wall. Her legs wrap around me instinctively, her fingers threading through my hair, and I groan at the way she fits against me. I’ve never wanted anyone this much in my life. And I’m not kidding myself. I’ve always wanted her.

I pull back, meeting her gaze. God, she looks so adorable in my shirt. I never thought the sight of a girl wearing something of mine would cause such a reaction. And suddenly, there’s something growing in my chest, something big and warm. I want to make her laugh. I want to make her cry of happiness. I want to make her heart beat fast. I want to experience everything with this girl. It’s new to me, this feeling of… whatever it is. But it feels fuzzy and bright and devastating at the same time. Like I could never have enough of her.

And just like that, I’m gone, lost in her, in the heat, in the madness of knowing this could cost me everything. But damn, I’m nothing without her.

She stiffens slightly in my arms, her gaze darting toward the door. Her hesitation is written all over her. Her shoulders are tense, her fingers gripping me tighter than before.

“Damien,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “We can’t. Rowan… he’s home . What if he—”

“Comes up here?” I finish for her, smirking as I lean in, brushing my lips against hers. “Then I guess you’ll just have to keep quiet so he doesn’t.”

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, trying to pull back slightly, but I don’t let her go. My hands tighten on her waist, keeping her pressed against the wall, keeping her with me.

“Or,” she says quickly, her voice trembling, “we could... we could go back to your house? We can sneak out the window?”

And miss all the fun of knowing he’s just downstairs? Not a chance.

I let out a low chuckle and shake my head, my breath fanning against her lips.

Her gaze darts to the door again, and she reaches out, her hand trembling as it brushes the edge of the doorknob.

“At least let me lock it,” she pleads, her voice shaky.

I catch her wrist gently, pull her hand away from the door, and pin it to the wall beside her head.

“No,” I say softly, my tone firm but teasing. “You’re not locking that door.”

Her lips part, her eyes searching mine as panic wars with the desire I know she’s trying to fight.

“Why not?” she whispers.

“Because,” I murmur, leaning closer until my mouth is just a breath away from hers, “I said so. I want you to feel it.” Every second of the thrill, the danger, the lust. She trusts me, and I’m not taking that lightly. I would never put her in that kind of situation, and deep down, she knows it.

Her breathing quickens, and I can feel the way her body trembles against mine. God, I love it. I love how she’s trying so hard to resist and fighting herself just as much as she’s fighting me.

“I want you to trust me, baby. Just like you trust me on the ice,” I murmur, my tone soft but laced with promise.

She nods, her lips trembling as she bites down on them, but it’s all genuine. I see it in her eyes.

“Good,” I say, my voice dropping.

“Damien—”

“Shh,” I cut her off, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss. She whimpers into my mouth, her fingers tightening in my hair as I pour everything into that kiss, every ounce of want, every ounce of need.

While she’s lost in it, I reach behind her, my fingers finding the lock on the door. I twist it quietly, the soft click barely audible over her shallow whimpers.

There. Locked. But she doesn’t need to know that. I want her oblivious to the safety blanket I’ve thrown over us.

I pull back just enough to look at her, my thumb brushing her cheek. Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips slightly swollen, and I can see the conflict still churning in her mind.

“You think I’d let anything happen to you?” I murmur, my voice low, a hint of a growl slipping through.

Her gaze flicks to the door again, and I can see the nerves still dancing in her eyes. She’s so close to giving in, so close to surrendering completely.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, my tone softer now, more serious.

You’re safe with me, baby.

She hesitates for a moment, then nods slowly, her hands sliding down to rest on my chest.

“Good,” I say, my smile returning as I lean in to press a kiss to her jaw, then her neck, trailing my lips lower as I feel her melt against me again. “Now, stop worrying about that door, baby. The only thing you should be thinking about is us.”

I lean back slightly, letting my gaze roam over Avery’s form. Her chest heaves with each uneven breath, and her eyes are glazed with desire. The way she clutches at my shirt, her fingers knotted in the fabric, tells me everything I need to know. She’s mine for the taking, and she knows it.

I love that she trusts me. I don’t think she knows just how much having her trust means to me.

The vulnerability in her expression only fuels my hunger. I want to consume her, to make her feel every ounce of what she’s given me permission to unleash.

I move my hand from her jaw to her collarbone, feeling the rapid thud of her heartbeat under my fingertips. The soft skin beneath my touch sends a jolt of electricity through me. Avery makes me feel things no one else has. And I’m not talking about sex. There’s another feeling she’s provoking in me. The closest thing I can compare it to is my friendship with Rowan and Ares. It feels like… something I can’t even admit to myself.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my thumb brushing against the delicate curve where her neck meets her shoulder. Her skin is so soft, almost fragile, and I have to stop myself from marking it with my teeth.

I lean in closer, our faces just inches apart, and I watch how her breath catches as my lips hover near hers. I love that her reaction to my closeness is still the same, no matter how many kisses we share.

The scent of her, a blend of her perfume and something uniquely Avery, fills my senses. Once I get my shirt back, I’m not washing it. I want her scent all over my stuff.

I take her mouth with mine, claiming it in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. My tongue slides against hers, demanding more, and she opens for me willingly, her body arching into mine.

Her hands slide up my chest, her nails grazing my skin through the fabric of my shirt. The sensation shoots straight to my dick, and I groan into her mouth, my hips pressing into hers. She whimpers, her legs parting wider instinctively, inviting me deeper.

I break the kiss just long enough to pull my shirt over my head with one hand, tossing it aside. Avery’s eyes trail down my torso, drinking in the sight of my inked body. Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch me, tracing the ridges of muscle along my pecks and then moving over one of my tattoos. Her touch is hesitant at first, but it soon grows bolder, her fingertips exploring my exposed skin.

“Look at me,” I command softly. She does, her big, wide eyes locked onto mine. “I need you, Avery. Do you understand what I mean?” I ask, my voice thick with arousal.

She nods, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. With a grin, I walk us to her bed and gently lay her down, cradling her with one arm and supporting our weight with my other. I need to have her. My dick pushes against my jeans almost painfully, begging for more room.

I push her back onto the bed, positioning myself between her thighs as I undo my belt buckle. The sound of metal clinking against leather fills the room, and Avery watches me like a puppy waiting for food.

“You want this, don’t you?” I ask, undoing the button slowly. She bites her lip, and her eyes dart toward the door for a second before landing back on mine.

She nods, looking down to watch my hands slide my zipper down.

I don’t want her hesitant right now. I want her admitting what her body is telling me. I want to hear her say it.

Her breath hitches when I finally free my cock, already hard and throbbing with need for her.

“Tell me,” I demand, my tone brooking no argument.

“Yes, I want this,” she says, her voice cracking with desperation as she bucks her hips toward me.

“Then beg for it,” I drawl, fisting my cock in my hand.

“What?” Her eyes widen, darting between my face and my cock.

“I said beg for it, baby,” I repeat, slowly stroking myself. “Let me hear how much you want this.”

Her eyes flash with defiance for a moment, but then she surrenders, her voice breaking as she pleads.

“Please,” she whispers, and her little tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.

“Please, what?” I tilt my head to the side and watch her cheeks turn even more red.

“I can’t.” She shakes her head, but I see her biting back a smile. She wants to say it; she wants to give me what I want. But my girl’s as shy as she is beautiful.

“No more shyness between us, Avery. Tell me you want to feel my cock inside you again,” I demand, my eyes never leaving hers.

“I want.” She pauses, swallowing. “Please, I want your…” she falters, her eyes going down to my hand. “I want your cock, please,” she finally says, her voice small, as she fights the smile stretching across her face. I hum my approval and lean forward.

“Whatever my princess wants, my princess gets,” I murmur, hovering over her, the tip of my cock poking at her soaked panties. Her reply is a small whimper before she snakes her hands around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. Perfect! I throw my other hand out to support my weight. I smile into her mouth and tug on her bottom lip with my teeth. With my balance in check again, I slide my right hand between us to rub her through her panties. The feel of her wet and ready for me sends my brain into a tailspin. She moans against my lips, pressing herself against my hand.

I remove my hand to take a condom out of my back pocket, and a little sound of protest leaves her mouth. I pull the condom out and rip the foil with my teeth before taking the rubber out and sitting back. Her hands reach for me, pulling me toward her by whatever they can curl around.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I say breathlessly, rolling the condom down my length before returning back on top of her, my hand finding her panties again. “I’ll be fucking your pussy raw real soon.”

Her lips part, and she sucks in a sharp breath before lifting her head to capture my lips in a kiss. Fuck, I love seeing my girl so eager.

“Mm, you’re dripping for me,” I drawl, pulling her panties to the side and positioning my cock at her entrance. I know she loves the thrill of it as much as I do.

“Please,” she begs, her hands trying to pull me toward her.

That’s all the invitation I need.

“Deep breath, baby.”

Avery obeys, filling her lungs with air before I cover her mouth with my hand. Her eyes widen, and I chuckle.

“We have to keep you quiet, remember?” I remind her and thrust forward, pushing inside her, burying myself in her tight heat. She moans against my hand, her nails digging into my shoulders as she wraps her legs around my waist, no doubt feeling the stretch.

“Good girl,” I praise, kissing her temple and pulling my hand away from her mouth. I wait, giving her a moment to catch her breath before starting to move, slowly at first, savoring the tight squeeze of her inner walls around my cock. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Please, more.”

“More?” I grin, and she nods. “Are you going to be a good girl and be quiet for me?” Another enthusiastic nod followed by a ‘yes.’

I begin to move faster, watching her mouth form a silent O as she gasps for breath. I lean forward, so her head is between my neck and my shoulder.

“Bite down, baby,” I tell her, sliding in and out, struggling to keep my own grunts to a minimum. I feel her lips on the flesh of my shoulders before her teeth clamp down to drown out the moans. The sensation travels straight to my cock, and I swear if I get any harder, my dick might explode.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, my hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. No one has made me come quicker than her. I can fuck for hours and usually come once I grow bored. But with Avery, every second is pure fucking bliss.

Avery’s teeth bite harder, her body writhing beneath mine as I set a punishing pace. Each thrust drives the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath against my skin.

I keep one hand in her hair, holding her steady, while the other snakes down between us. Avery’s inner muscles clench tightly around me, milking me as I push her closer and closer to the edge. My thumb finds her swollen clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub as I continue to pound into her. Avery’s back arches off the bed, her entire body tensing as she nears her climax.

“This pussy is so fucking good, baby,” I growl, speeding up my thrusts. “You want me to blow my load in it, don’t you?”

Her orgasm hits like a freight train, her body convulsing around my dick as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. I feel her teeth break the skin, and the pain only amplifies my arousal. I revel in the power I hold over her, the way I can bring her to such heights of ecstasy.

I don’t slow down, driven by my own rising tide of desire. Fucking her is a high I know I’ll chase for the rest of my life. I feel my balls tighten, and with a quiet groan, I spill hard into her, my orgasm tearing me apart from the inside-out. I feel like my soul is pouring out of me, right into her. And, by fucking God, she can have it all.

Breathing heavily, I collapse on top of her but keep most of my weight on my legs and right elbow, my other hand still resting in her hair.

“You were such a good girl,” I coo, my fingers rubbing small circles in her hair. Avery’s chest rises and falls rapidly, her eyes closed as she tries to regain some semblance of composure. I slowly pull out of her and lay on my side, pulling her tight against my body. With her eyes still closed, she pulls me in for another kiss, flooding my mouth with a slight coppery taste from biting my shoulder.

“Please stay with me,” she murmurs against my lips, and I freeze. She wants me to stay here with her. My fingers are still playing with her hair, my other hand rubbing circles on her back. Her lips are slightly parted, and her breath slows, becoming deeper. I’ve fucked the life out of my girl, and now I’m putting her to sleep.

“Always,” I whisper, but she doesn’t hear me anymore, already asleep in my arms.