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Chapter 16

Damien

M y knuckles throbbed, slick with blood and fury. I stood there, breathing hard, the adrenaline still pumping through me like a freight train. The guy was gone now, his pathetic whimper echoing in my mind as he fled out the door. But the anger remained, simmering just beneath the surface.

Holly stayed pressed against the wall, eyes locked onto mine. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath a reminder of how close we had come to crossing a line that neither of us should have even approached. Her gaze burned into me, searing me like a goddamn brand.

I had told myself I’d walk away after this. Let her go. Teach her a lesson about what happens when she plays with fire—when she flirts with guys like him.

But watching her there, framed by the dim light of her home, made that impossible.

Her eyes pierced through me, a storm of fury and confusion. I watched her, muscles taut and coiled, as if she were a tightly wound spring ready to snap.

But the way she looked at me? Like she was furious and wrecked, like she wanted to slap me or pull me closer, made my gut twist in a way I couldn't shake off.

She still fucking wanted me.

It broke something inside. All the bravado I’d held onto—every smirk and careless laugh—fizzled into nothing. The anger that had fueled my actions now turned inward, gnawing at the edges of my resolve. I could feel it clawing up my throat, hot and suffocating.

I stepped toward her slowly, careful not to break the tension that hung between us. Each step felt like a risk, a gamble I wasn’t sure I wanted to take but couldn’t resist.

“Do you want me to let him touch you again?” My voice came out low, dangerously calm, but it didn’t mask the tremor beneath. The truth was raw; I hated seeing her with someone else—even if that someone else had been harmless compared to what I was capable of.

Her jaw tightened at my question, the defiance in her eyes only making the ache in my chest worse.

“I don’t belong to you,” she shot back, fire lighting up her face.

That stung more than any punch I’d taken tonight. But there was something deeper behind her anger—a flicker of uncertainty that mirrored what was raging inside me.

“Doesn’t matter.” My words dripped with something darker as I closed the distance between us further. “You’re not letting anyone else put their hands on you.”

Her breath hitched; for a split second, vulnerability broke through her fierce exterior as she considered what I said. Then it was gone—replaced by that familiar storm again.

I reached out then—not aggressively but carefully—as if touching her would shatter whatever tenuous balance we had left. My fingers grazed her wrist lightly, where that guy had grabbed her earlier.

“You’re mine,” I whispered, leaning closer until our faces nearly touched. The weight of everything we had danced around hung heavy in the air between us.

And even though every instinct told me to back off—to let this play out without forcing it—I couldn't do it. Not when she stood there looking so damn conflicted and alive.

Not when I knew deep down that she felt this too.

I moved before I could stop myself. One moment, I was locked in her gaze, a whirlwind of anger and desire coursing through me. The next, I slammed my hands against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in. The sound echoed in the small space, drowning out everything else.

Holly gasped, surprise flashing across her face. But she didn’t push me away. Instead, she stayed rooted to the spot, eyes wide and vulnerable as she stared up at me.

“Tell me to leave,” I demanded, my voice low and dark, a challenge wrapped in something primal.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. The silence stretched between us like an unspoken truth. She couldn’t say it—not now. Not when everything we’d danced around hung heavy in the air.

I leaned closer, my breath mingling with hers as I pressed myself into her space. The heat radiating from her body pulled me in deeper, every nerve ending screaming for contact—any contact—while my mind wrestled with the chaos inside me.

“Say it,” I urged again, forcing the words past my clenched jaw. “Just tell me to fuck off.”

But she remained silent, caught somewhere between fear and something else—something that made her hesitate.

A part of me wanted to shake her until she spoke; another part craved this tension, this moment suspended in time where everything else faded away and it was just us.

Her heart raced against mine; I could feel it—a frantic rhythm that matched the turmoil inside my chest. And damn if that didn’t make me want to break down every barrier she'd built since the last time we were together.

I leaned even closer until our noses almost touched, daring her to breathe too deeply. “You know you don’t want me to go.” The words slipped from my mouth like poison and honey all at once.

In that moment, trapped between my body and the wall behind her, I saw a flicker of uncertainty dance across her features—a small crack in her resolve that ignited a fire within me. She didn’t push me away; she held her breath instead, waiting for whatever came next.

I felt the warmth of her skin under my fingers as I grazed her jaw, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze. Her breath hitched, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the way she tried to hold onto that defiance, even when everything about her body betrayed the truth.

With my other hand, I slid down to her hip, fingers flexing over the soft fabric of her dress. It was a gentle hold, but the possessiveness was there—an unspoken promise that she was mine and no one else’s.

“This is your last chance, little lamb,” I whispered against her lips, my voice low and dark. The words hung in the air between us like a challenge.

Her hands fisted in my shirt, tension radiating from her as if she were torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. I could feel the struggle within her; every fiber of her being waged war with itself. But even in that moment of hesitation, something shifted.

She rose onto her toes, closing the distance between us completely. Time slowed as our breaths mingled—each second stretched into eternity—until finally, she kissed me first.

It was a jolt to my system. Her lips brushed against mine with a heat that ignited everything inside me. All at once, all those walls we’d built crumbled into dust. There was no hesitation in this kiss; it was raw and desperate—a hunger we had both denied for far too long.

I responded instinctively, deepening the kiss as I pulled her closer. My grip on her hip tightened, anchoring her against me as if I could keep her from slipping away again. Her body pressed into mine like it belonged there, fitting perfectly into the chaos we had created together.

Every doubt faded into oblivion as I lost myself in the taste of her—sweet and intoxicating—like nothing else mattered beyond this moment. We were two forces colliding, breaking through every barrier we’d erected around our hearts.

In that electrifying connection, I felt alive—powerful—and utterly consumed by everything Holly stirred within me.

The kiss was raw, messy, brutal. All teeth and desperation, a collision of anger and need that ignited something primal within me. I had fought against this moment for too long, and now that it was here, it felt like a wildfire consuming everything in its path.

Holly’s lips crashed against mine again, fierce and hungry. I could taste the sweet tang of her resolve melting away as she leaned into me, body pressed against the wall like she belonged there. She bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, and I groaned into her mouth—a sound that came from both pleasure and pain.

With a surge of need, I pressed her harder against the wall, pinning her there as if I could claim every part of her. I wanted her to feel how fucking hard I was for her, always for her. My hands roamed instinctively, gripping her hips with enough force to leave marks while my fingers slid beneath the soft fabric of her dress. I could feel the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips, sending jolts of electricity through me.

She gasped when I pulled her closer, our bodies melding together as if we were two pieces meant to fit perfectly. The way she responded fueled the fire raging inside me; it was intoxicating—this dance of dominance and submission between us.

I wanted more. Every instinct urged me to take control completely, to erase any remnants of hesitation from her mind. My hands explored her body greedily, mapping out every curve and angle as if I were an artist painting on a canvas. The sensation of her breath hitching when my fingers brushed over the sensitive skin at the small of her back made my pulse race.

“Fuck, Holly,” I murmured against her lips as our mouths moved in frantic rhythm. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

But even as those words escaped me, they felt inadequate compared to the raw desire coursing through my veins. The world outside faded into nothingness; all that existed was us—caught in this chaotic moment where nothing else mattered.

And in that chaos, there was an undeniable truth: I wasn’t just kissing her—I was claiming what was mine.

Her moan vibrated against my mouth, sending something sharp and electrifying through my chest. It was a sound that ignited every instinct within me, a reminder that I had been right all along—she was always mine. No matter how far she tried to run or how many walls she built around herself, I felt her slipping through the cracks.

I lifted her effortlessly, feeling the weight of her legs wrapping around my waist like they belonged there. The way she fit against me sent a rush of satisfaction coursing through my veins. She was soft and warm, and every part of her pressed into me felt like home—a home I never wanted to leave.

With one hand supporting her back, I carried her inside and toward the couch, never breaking our kiss. The world outside faded into a blur; nothing existed beyond this moment, this intoxicating connection that thrummed between us like a live wire. Each step was charged with urgency, each heartbeat echoing in my ears as if it were screaming for more.

When we reached the couch, I lowered us down gently but didn’t relent on the kiss. My lips moved against hers with an insatiable hunger; I could feel her breath quickening in response. Every brush of her skin against mine sent shivers down my spine—an electric current that made it impossible to think straight.

Holly tugged at my shirt, dragging it over my head, her fingers brushing against my skin as she peeled the fabric away. The moment the cool air hit me, a shiver ran down my spine. She looked at me with an intensity that sent my heart racing.

Her nails scraped down my chest, tracing over old scars. It should have made me flinch, reminded me of pain I had buried deep. But instead, it ignited something darker within me—an undeniable hunger that coursed through every vein. I felt myself harden under her touch, the raw connection sparking a fire I couldn’t extinguish.

I pulled back slightly, panting as I stared down at her. Her hair framed her face like a halo, wild and beautiful, and those hazel eyes were lit with something fierce.

“Still a mistake?” I asked, challenging her even as the words hung heavy in the air between us.

Holly glared up at me, defiance flashing across her features like lightning in a storm. “Shut up and touch me.”

The demand echoed in my mind like a siren’s call, pulling me closer to the edge of everything we had been dancing around for so long. I could feel the tension building between us—thick and electric—as if it had taken on a life of its own.

Her urgency drove me wild; it made every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. This was more than just a physical connection—it was primal and raw. There was no denying what we were both feeling.

Without hesitation, I leaned back in, capturing her lips again with mine. Every brush of our bodies ignited that fire further as I tangled my fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss with every second that passed.

I slid my hand up Holly’s thigh, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. When my fingers brushed against her, she was already wet for me.

A groan escaped my lips as I felt the heat radiating from her, fueling my desire even more.

I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. “You’re so fucking wet for me, little lamb,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “You want this, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good.”

She let out a soft moan as I began to move my fingers against her, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her gasp. I could feel her body responding to my touch, her hips arching slightly to meet my hand.

“That’s it,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her neck. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you want this.”

I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me. She was so responsive, so ready for me. I began to move my finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster as I felt her getting closer to the edge.

“You’re so tight,” I growled, my own body aching with need. “You feel so fucking good.”

I added another finger, stretching her, filling her. She moaned louder, her breath coming in quick gasps. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing as she neared her release.

“Come for me, Holly,” I commanded, my voice firm and demanding. “Let me feel you come all over my fingers.”

And she did. Her body convulsed as she came, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers. I kept moving, prolonging her orgasm, feeling every wave of pleasure that coursed through her.

She was mine. In that moment, she was completely and utterly mine. And I was never going to let her go again.

Our clothes hit the floor in a frantic mess, the room spinning with a raw, electric energy that seemed to crackle between us. Every touch was desperate, heated—like we were trying to burn each other alive. I couldn’t get enough of her. Holly’s body pressed against mine felt like a fever dream, every curve and line fitting perfectly into my grasp.

I suckled on her nipple, drawing out a gasp from deep within her chest. The sound was intoxicating, a raw, primal response that sent a jolt of satisfaction through me. Her skin was hot against my lips, and I could feel her heart racing beneath my touch. I moved to her other nipple, teasing it with my tongue before suckling it deeply, drawing out another moan from her.

My fingers slid inside her again, feeling her wet and ready for me. The sensation of her tightness around my fingers was overwhelming, a surge of pleasure and desire that made my own body ache with need. I moved my fingers in a rhythm that matched the pace of my mouth on her nipple, feeling her hips arch to meet my touch. Every movement was deliberate, designed to draw out her pleasure and push her closer to the edge.

Her breath hitched as I increased the pressure, my fingers curling inside her to hit that spot that made her gasp. The sound was music to my ears, a symphony of desire and need that echoed through the room. I could feel her body trembling with anticipation, every nerve ending alive and responsive to my touch.

I looked up at her, my eyes locking onto hers as I continued to move my fingers inside her. The connection between us was electric, a silent understanding that passed between us in that moment. This wasn’t just about physical pleasure—it was about reclaiming something that had been lost, about breaking down the walls that had been built between us.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “Come for me, little lamb. Just like before.”

Her body began to twitch. I kept moving, drawing out her second orgasm, feeling every wave of pleasure that coursed through her.

Holly arched beneath me, her nails raking down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Her moans were soft, breathy, breaking against my skin like waves crashing on a shore. I shuddered—because no one else had ever made those sounds for me. No one else ever would.

When I pushed into her, it was too much. Too much want. Too much pain. Too much history.

Holly gasped, her hands clutching at my arms, digging into my flesh as if she were trying to anchor herself to this moment. “Damien—” she whispered, her voice a mixture of plea and surrender.

My forehead pressed against hers, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in sync. My voice was rough, raw with the intensity of everything we were feeling.

“You’re mine,” I said, the words escaping my lips like a secret, a promise.

She didn’t argue. Because she knew. She knew that in this moment, there was no denying the truth that bound us together.

Holly’s moans echoed in my ears, each sound driving me wilder. I thrust into her, feeling her body respond to mine, our connection electric and raw. Every movement was a dance of desperation and need, a primal rhythm that felt like coming home.

“Fuck, Holly,” I groaned, my voice rough and ragged. “You feel so good.”

Her nails dug into my back, her breath hitching as I moved deeper, harder. The room spun around us, but all that mattered was this moment—the heat between us, the connection that felt like a lifeline.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Have you been with anyone since I was last inside you?” The words were a growl, a demand.

Holly’s eyes widened, her breath catching. She shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. “No.”

A dark satisfaction surged through me. “Good. Because I’ll fucking kill him, Holly. I swear.”

Her body trembled beneath me. The intensity of our connection was overwhelming, a storm of emotions that threatened to consume us both.

“You’re mine,” I whispered, my voice rough with emotion. “Always have been. Always will be.”

Her eyes met mine, a mixture of defiance and surrender. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m yours.”

The admission sent a jolt of satisfaction through me. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Our bodies moved in sync, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. The world outside faded into nothingness, leaving only us—caught in this chaotic whirlwind where nothing else mattered but this moment and each other.

I gripped her tightly, my fingers digging into her hips as I thrust deeper into her. The sensation of her body wrapped around mine was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent jolts of electricity through my veins.

Holly's moans filled the room, each sound driving me wilder. I could feel her body tensing beneath me, her muscles clenching around me as she neared her release. The sight of her like this—lost in pleasure, completely at my mercy—was addictive.

"Come for me, Holly," I growled, my voice low and rough. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

And she did. Her body came undone as she came, her inner muscles clenching around me in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I groaned, my own release building as I continued to move inside her.

With one final thrust, I spilled myself inside of her, feeling the warmth of her body envelop me. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of pleasure that left me breathless and dizzy.

For a moment, we lay there, our bodies entwined as we caught our breath. The room was silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat.

I pulled out of her slowly, feeling a twinge of regret as I did so. The connection between us was broken, the moment of intimacy over. But even as I pulled away, I knew that this wasn't the end.

Holly looked up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded and sated. She didn't say anything, but she didn't have to. The look on her face said it all—she was mine, completely and utterly mine.

And I was never going to let her go again.

I carried Holly upstairs, her body pliant against mine as I navigated the hallways of her home. The feel of her skin against my chest sent a thrill coursing through me, a reminder of everything we had just shared. Her breath was warm against my neck, and I could sense the tension radiating from her as we reached her room.

When I finally laid her down on the bed, the sheets cool and inviting, I couldn’t help but admire the way she looked—hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with confusion and something else I dared to hope for. We lay tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with unspoken words.

Holly should have been pulling away. Should have been shoving me out the door, declaring this all a mistake. But she stayed.

The realization both thrilled and terrified me. It was a risk—a dangerous game—but it felt so damn good to have her here like this again. I smirked at her, unable to hide my satisfaction.

“You’re thinking too much,” I teased, watching as her gaze flickered away from mine.

She exhaled shakily, the sound barely above a whisper. “Fuck. We shouldn’t have done this.”

I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow as I brushed my fingers down her arm, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my touch.

“Yeah?” I asked, my voice lazy and teasing, but I could see the truth lurking in her eyes—dark and knowing.

Holly swallowed hard, a small movement that spoke volumes. She knew this was the moment—the point of no return. She had walked right into it, and I could practically feel the tension radiating off her.

“What are we doing, Damien?” Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the confidence she tried to project.

I smirked, leaning closer until our faces were mere inches apart. “We’re having a little fun,” I said softly, watching as her expression shifted from uncertainty to something deeper—a spark of defiance mixed with desire.

“Fun?” she echoed incredulously, but there was a hint of intrigue dancing in her gaze. It stirred something primal within me.

“Yeah,” I replied, letting my fingers trail further down her arm until they grazed over her collarbone. “You think this is just a mistake? That you can forget what we had?”

Her breath hitched at my words. I could see the conflict playing out on her face—wanting to push me away while simultaneously craving everything I offered. The vulnerability was exhilarating; it made me want to take control even more.

“I’m not sure if I can go back to how things were,” she admitted quietly, biting her lip as if trying to hold back the truth bubbling beneath the surface.

I leaned in closer, letting my lips hover near hers. “Why would you want to? This is different.” My voice dropped to a low murmur, laden with promise. “This is us.”

Her eyes flickered between hesitation and longing, and I felt the urge to bridge that gap—to pull her closer into this chaotic whirlwind we had created together. But Holly wasn’t ready yet; she still fought against whatever demons held her back.

“Damien…” she whispered again, and just like that, every part of me came alive with possibility—the need to show her just how good this could be if she let go of all those fears.

I chuckled softly; it was a dark sound laced with something deeper than mere amusement. “Just admit it—you want this as much as I do.”