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Chapter twenty-one

~ AVERY~

I snuck out of my window. I ran through the driveway like a thief in the night. And now, I’m finally here with him after waiting hours for him to return.

The second the door clicks shut behind me, I breathe a sigh of relief. I half-expected him to tell me to turn right back around and go home. After seeing him on the ice today, I didn’t know what kind of mood he might be in.

He’s still holding my hand, his grip warm and steady, and when I glance up at him, amusement dances in his eyes.

“You wanted to see me, huh?” His voice is low and rough.

I swallow. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay. After everything that happened at the game…” My eyes flick up toward his face, searching for any sign of the anger I’d seen on the ice earlier.

The TV behind him catches my attention, the soft hum of a sports anchor rehashing the Panthers’ win filling the room. Highlights of the game flash across the massive flat screen, and my stomach twists at the sight of Damien’s fight replaying in slow motion. It took me a while to recognize the person he was hitting. It was that same guy who tried to dance with me at the club. Jake?

“Are you okay?” I whisper, reaching up before I can think better of it and brushing my fingers against his cheek. His jaw tightens under my touch, and for a moment, I think he’s going to pull away. But then he turns his head and presses a soft kiss to the inside of my palm.

“I’m okay now.” His voice is quieter this time, almost tender, and the warmth of his lips lingers on my skin long after he pulls back.

I smile, my thumb brushing his cheek again. “If you want to talk about it—”

“I’ve been talking about it for hours.” His tone shifts, rougher, the tension in his shoulders easing as he steps closer.

The air between us changes, the room going still—the kind of stillness that makes my heart pound so hard I’m sure he can hear it.

“Then… what do you want to do?” My voice is barely above a whisper, my words hanging in the charged space between us.

His lips curl into a slow smirk before he pulls me in, and his mouth crashes against mine.

Every time we kiss, it’s like stepping into a storm.

His kiss is possessive, his hands gripping my waist with a desperation that sends heat spiraling through me. He tastes of whiskey and something that’s just Damien. It’s so intense that I have to clutch at his shoulders to keep myself steady.

His hands slide down to the backs of my thighs and lift me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist like it’s instinct. I whimper against his mouth, his fingers gripping me tighter as he carries me deeper into the living room. He sits down on the couch with me straddling him.

God, he smells so good.

When he finally pulls back, I’m breathless, my chest rising and falling. His hands are still on my waist, holding me steady on his lap, and his hazel eyes darken.

The way he looks at me steals the air from my lungs. Gone is the smirk, replaced by something dark and primal. His gaze drags over my face.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he mutters, his voice lower now, almost gravelly. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “Do you even know how stunning you are?”

My heart stumbles at his words, and I lower my head, too stunned to speak. Stunning? I would never use that word to describe myself.

“You don’t agree with me.” He furrows his brows in contemplation. “Of course you don’t.” His lips tug into a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. He places a finger under my chin and tilts it up until I have no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Let me make one thing very clear. I don’t say shit I don’t mean. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I try to nod, but it’s hard to focus when his eyes pin me like that.

“I think so,” I manage to whisper, my voice trembling.

“You think so?” His head tilts, the predator in him surfacing. “I don’t think you understand, princess. I’ll have to show you.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine again, slower this time but no less intense. Every movement is slow, taking his time breaking me apart piece by piece.

“You’ve learned a lot, haven’t you?” he murmurs against my lips, his hands sliding under my thighs and pulling me closer. He doesn’t mean the skating.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good.” His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I gasp, my fingers tightening around his shoulders. He leans in, his lips brushing my ear.

“Then it’s time for a new lesson.”

His words send a shiver down my arm, heat pooling low in my stomach as his hands explore my body.

“Damien…” I start, but I have no idea what I’m trying to say.

“Yes, baby?” He kisses my neck, slow and deliberate, his teeth teasing the sensitive skin.

I melt against him, my body responding to his every touch as his hands find the hem of my shirt and tug it up. He breaks the kiss momentarily to pull the shirt over my head and toss it to the side, leaving me in my bra. He pauses for a moment to look at me, and I fight the urge to cover up. The predatory gleam in his eyes is unmistakable, his gaze drilling into mine as if he can see every secret I’ve ever kept. A low hum of approval rumbles from his throat before his tongue invades my mouth again, demanding and insistent. His hands move to cup my face, holding me in place.

“Are you ready for your next lesson?” he murmurs against my lips.

My breath hitches, my body trembling under his touch.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, but he hears me. He pulls back just enough to look at me.

“Kneel in front of me,” he orders softly. I suck in a sharp breath, heat twisting my insides. I’m frozen, my breaths shallow as I stare at him.

With a slight chuckle, he guides me down onto the plush carpet in front of him. Oh my god. He places a finger under my chin and forces me to look up at him. His eyes are dark but soft, studying my face.

“Do you know what’s about to happen?” he asks, his eyes dark yet tender.

“Yes,” I whisper with a small nod, excitement twisting inside me. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss on my lips before leaning back. He reaches down, undoing his belt, the sound of metal clinking against leather making my mouth water.

God, I’m like Pavlov’s dog.

His jeans slide lower, and his large hand dips inside. I watch, mesmerized, as he pulls his hand out, revealing the hard length of his cock. The tip is glistening with a bead of pre-cum.

I reach up, wrapping my fingers around it, right above his hand.

There’s no way I can fit all of this in my mouth. I’m not even sure how he can fit that inside me.

Before he can do anything, I lean forward and use my tongue to lick the tip.

He exhales a sharp breath, his eyes ablaze, and I can’t help but smile at the sight of what my touch does to him. He covers my hand in his, guiding it up and down, never taking his eyes off me. I hesitate for a moment, looking up at him, seeking approval.

“You want another taste?” he asks, his voice low and teasing. I nod, still stroking him with the help of his hand.

“Then, let me see your pretty mouth around it,” he commands, his voice thick with raw desire.

My cheeks burn, his words sending a thrill between my legs, a rush of adrenaline that makes my pulse quicken.

Damien watches me with rapt attention, his fingers trailing down to lift his cock, presenting it to me.

“Getting shy again?” he teases, his thumb brushing over the tip, smearing more pre-cum across it. He lifts his thumb and rubs his arousal across my bottom lip. I whimper beneath his touch and take his finger between my lips, licking it clean. He pulls his thumb out and slides a hand into my hair.

Taking a deep breath, I lean forward, my lips parting as I wrap them around the head of his cock. It’s warm and velvety, the taste of his arousal salty and intoxicating.

“Fuck,” he grits out, closing his eyes. “That’s a good girl. Use your tongue.”

His hand moves to the back of my head, guiding me deeper as I try to mimic the motions I’ve seen in movies, my tongue swirling around the head as I come back up. I never knew a blowjob could bring me so much pleasure. But seeing Damien fight to keep his control is something I’ll never get tired of.

“That’s it, baby,” he purrs, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

His words send a rush of heat through my body, my walls clenching with anticipation. I take more of him into my mouth, the sensation overwhelming as I bob my head up and down, each movement drawing a groan from Damien. His moans are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

He threads his fingers through my hair, controlling the pace, his other hand gripping my jaw tenderly as he forces me to take him deeper.

“Look at you,” he praises, his voice strained with desire. “You look so fucking beautiful, getting your perfect little mouth fucked.”

Oh my god.

The praise is intoxicating, making my body hum with pleasure. I moan around his cock, eliciting a shudder from him. Damien’s grip on my hair tightens, pulling me closer as he thrusts into my mouth, his hips bucking with urgency. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag around him, planting my hands on his hips as tears blur my vision.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts, his body tense. “Now, try to relax your throat, baby. Let me in.”

I do as he says, swallowing around him as he pushes further in slowly. I gag around him, and he pauses before pushing in deeper, stretching my throat. He pulls out and thrusts in again, the discomfort from the stretch of my throat mixing in with the excitement.

“Avery.” Damien’s breathing grows ragged, his control slipping as he continues to pump into my mouth, the sounds of wet suction filling the room. The sound of him moaning my name has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I would spend eternity on my knees if I got to hear him say my name like that over and over again.

“Baby, that’s enough,” he pants, but I don’t stop, bobbing my head up and down, swirling my tongue around his tip every time I come up. I can’t get enough of him.

“If you don’t stop,” he warns but gets cut off when I take him down my throat again.

In one sharp motion, he pulls me away, his cock glistening as I gasp for air. He quickly kneels beside me, his hand moving between my thighs, his fingers sliding into my soaked panties. I gasp, my body arching toward him as he begins to tease my clit, his touch firm and relentless.

“Can’t get enough, baby?” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “You’ll have my cum in your mouth soon enough.”

His fingers delve deeper, finding my entrance as he pushes inside. I cry out, my body clenching around him as he fills me, the sensation of his fingers inside me driving me wild. My hands are wrapping around his thick forearm, feeling the cords of muscle dance under my fingertips.

Damien watches me closely, his hazel eyes dark with hunger as he pumps his fingers in and out, his thumb applying pressure to my clit.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, his free hand cupping my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You’re soaking wet.”

“Please…” My breath comes in short gasps, my body trembling with the force of my arousal. Damien leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks, his voice a low, seductive growl.

“Please, what?”

“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Please, more.”

He chuckles, the sound dark and filled with satisfaction.

With that, he withdraws his fingers and rips my soaked panties clean off.

“Oh my god.” I shudder, looking at the shredded piece of fabric as he tosses it to the side. His hands slide under my butt, and he lifts me off the floor before guiding me on top of him.

I rise on my knees to kiss him, my fingers lifting the hem of his shirt. I want to see all of him. I break the kiss to pull the shirt over his head, revealing his muscles in all their inked glory.

“Hold onto me, baby,” he pants, and I place both hands on his strong shoulders while he guides the tip of his cock to my entrance.

“No need to keep quiet this time,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss my neck. “No one’s around to hear you scream.”

And with that, he guides me down, impaling me on his cock. I cry out, my body arching off his hips as he enters me, the stretch and fullness almost too much to bear. Damien grips my hips and brings me back down, his thrusts slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Such a tight little thing,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with lust. “Do you know how good you feel around me?”

I shake my head, my vision swimming with desire as he continues to fuck me.

“Rub yourself for me,” he orders, lifting me off his cock and bringing me back down, his pace growing quicker and quicker. I obey, sliding my right hand off his shoulder and down between my legs.

Damien’s thrusts grow harder, faster, his eyes locked on me as he adjusts the angle.

A loud moan escapes my lips, my body betraying me as I give in to the overwhelming sensations. Damien’s thrusts become more brutal, his cock filling me completely as he pounds into me, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the room.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he mutters, his voice strained with effort. “So fucking beautiful, Avery.”

I can’t help but cry out, the combination of his words and actions pushing me closer to the edge.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” he growls before lifting me and pulling out of me. My walls clench in search of him, suddenly feeling empty. Before I can ask what’s happening, he’s turning me around. I’m on all fours on the soft carpet now, with Damien right behind me. I feel his hand on my raised butt, caressing it.

“I’m going to fuck that perfect ass one day,” he murmurs before giving it a soft smack. I feel his cock at my entrance before he slides in again, his hands gripping my hips.

“Damien,” I cry out, my head falling forward. The position makes it so much deeper, his cock hitting spots that make my eyes roll back. He picks up the pace, pumping into me.

Damien’s hand leaves my hip, moving to grasp a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back sharply.

“Watch,” he commands, his voice rough and gravelly. “Watch how good you look when I fuck you.”

My eyes snap open, following his gaze to the huge glass windows leading to his pool. Our reflections are clear as day, the sight of Damien thrusting into me from behind, his body taut with effort, making my breath catch in my throat. And there I am, hair wrapped around Damien’s fist, my boobs swinging as he fucks me, my face twisted with pleasure.

“Oh, no,” I protest, humiliation washing over me as I try to pull my head down.

“Oh, yes,” he growls, holding my head in place, sliding in and out of me. “Look at the woman who steals the breath from my lungs every time I look at her.” He slows his pace, lazily sliding in and out of me while he talks. “She’s resilient and brave. She’s smart and beautiful. She’s the light in every room, even though she doesn’t know it. But I always have.” His pace is agonizingly slow as he forces me to watch myself while he murmurs in my ear, eyes locked with mine in the reflection.

“Can I tell you a secret, baby?” he drawls, the feel of his cock stretching me before pulling out almost too much. “I’m in love with her,” he whispers. “I’m so far fucking gone, all she has to do is look at me, and I’d give her anything she wants.”

I suck in a breath, his words hitting me like a wrecking ball.

“Damien,” I whimper again, looking at him in the reflection.

“Who am I talking about, baby?” he drawls, his voice in my ear sending shivers down my right arm.

“Me,” I whimper before swallowing with effort.

“You,” he growls, his voice vibrating through my skull. “You’re in every corner of my mind, and I never want you to leave. You’re a fucking goddess. And I’ll spend my whole life worshipping you.”

Tears blur my vision at his words. No one has even spoken to me like that before. I’ve never been someone special to anyone that way, and the emotions mixed with the pleasure he’s giving me are overwhelming.

“Watch yourself, princess. Look at the power you have over me.” I watch, transfixed, as he drives into me again and again, his expression one of pure, unadulterated dominance.

“Show me how my girl comes for me,” he growls in my ear, his pace turning punishing once more.

My body shudders with the force of my orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me as Damien continues to thrust into me, his release building with each passing second. Finally, he pulls out of me and roars, his body stiffening as he spills his cum all over my back.

As our bodies slowly return to earth, Damien releases my hair, letting my head drop forward as he straightens. He leans back, retrieving a couple of tissues from the coffee table before he gently wipes his cum off my skin. When he’s done, he plants a soft kiss on my butt and uses our reflection to look at me. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face, his eyes gleaming triumphantly.

“There,” he says, his voice smooth and confident. “Now you know how you look like through my eyes.”

He tosses the tissues aside, moving back toward me with purpose. I look up at him, my heart racing as he grips my arm, pulling me to my feet. Before I know what’s happening, he lifts me up, cradling me in his arms.

“Where are we going?” I ask softly as he carries us toward the stairs.

“Shower, then bed,” he replies, kissing my nose.

“I’m staying here?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck. He looks down at me as he carries me upstairs.

“You better not sneak out any windows while I’m asleep.” He chuckles, amusement in his eyes. I smile, looking up at his strong neck and sharp jawline. Then, I reach up, my palm touching his cheek.

“Damien,” I whisper.

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m in love with you, too.”