Page 20 of Tear Me Down (Descent to Darkness Trilogy #2)

What everyone else viewed as damaged, I admire and gawk over.

After the world tried to drag her down, she stands tall beside me.

A vision perceived as weak is my pillar of strength, and I pity anyone who’s ever thought less of her.

She’s growing into something astonishing—morphing into that force of nature I’ve always known she is, and tonight only proved that.

She doesn’t see it yet, the royalty I’ve always viewed her as, but she will soon enough.

The more she’s able to explore who she truly is, the brighter she’ll burn, and soon, she’ll see herself in the same light as I do.

I move my hand back up to the underside of her face, cupping her soft jaw and holding her beautiful features in my palm.

The need to stroke her cheek is too much, and I allow the motion to warm my chest. Her skin is so soft and velvety, the perfect contradiction to my rough hands, and it’s as if she smooths the calluses away with every caress.

I could touch her for hours and come out on the other side as a renewed man.

I hear a small groan leave her mouth, and then she turns over, pushing her ass back into me before turning over to face me and causing my cock to twitch.

I take a deep breath and try to shove the heat building up away.

Now is not the time. She needs rest, and obviously more time to heal after what happened earlier tonight, but my little wolf is just as needy for me as I am for her.

She’s become just as addicted, and who am I to deny her when our need for each other is so consuming?

She presses against me, snuggling into me as if I was all of the warmth she needed, and buries her nose in my neck.

I can hear the deep inhale she takes and feel the small smirk that sprouts on her lips.

She’s awake now, and as we nestle our faces into one another, she moves her hands to the bottom of my jaw.

Just go back to sleep asshole, you've hurt her enough today, I tell myself, fighting the war between my head and my dick. My inability to wait until she’s fully healed has proven that I truly have no patience.

The need to devour her earlier tonight was only a glimpse of what I’ve wanted to do to her.

That all-consuming compulsion to claim her in every way possible has taken over since last week, and I plan to prove to her, once again, that every trace of her belongs to me.

Her mind, her body, her soul. Even the future that lies ahead, including her womb and her lineage.

That little pill she continues to take in the morning doesn’t mean a fucking thing to me.

War continues as I try to tame the animal that lives inside my body, the rabid creature that is feral for her.

That is, until my little wolf brings her face up to mine and gently pushes our lips together, enchanting me and pulling me in like the temptress she is.

Her perfect lips move against mine in a harmonious rhythm, and I’m all too eager to reciprocate.

My tongue only teases the seam of her lips before it’s greeted with her own.

Her arms snake around my neck and latch on.

Those tantalizing nails scratch at the base of my scalp and send tremors through my spine.

Her leg drags up mine and links around my hip, pulling my body as close as she can, and teases my now hardened cock with her entrance.

I feel her warmth. How wet and ready she is for me on the length of my dick as she moves her hips, grinding against my shaft and exciting the swollen tip that’s ready to enter her.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” I force through gritted teeth, attempting one last assault on my libido that I know is useless.

“You won’t,” she says so sure. So absolute, and that’s where I crumble, throwing up my white flag of surrender and giving in as she presses her lips to mine once again, acting as my undoing.

I cup her face in my hand to embrace her kissing.

Her tongue massages mine with every movement.

I love how easy she feels. How every graze of her tongue and every touch from her seems so natural, as if our connection was etched into fate—which I know deep in my soul that it was.

Our love serves as a beacon. A testament that is held above anything and everything else .

Tenderly, I push her on her back and place myself between her welcoming legs.

The way she runs her fingers over my scalp and holds me close makes my heart skip a beat.

Her desperation pours from her, and I soak it all in, wrapping my other arm around her hips and lifting her up as I push myself into her cautiously.

I don’t fight the groan that slips from my mouth as I slide inside her vice grip, sinking into her as she sucks me in with her sweet moans.

I can feel how badly she needs me, how desperate she is to have me close.

I revel in that, too, falling deep into the abyss losing myself inside her.

Our hips move in perfect sync, slowly and forcefully, as I aim to trudge so deep that I claw my way into her soul.

I can’t let her angelic moans coerce me into being any rougher.

Our souls just need to collide for a while.

Feel and embrace each other in our cosmic comfort.

One of her hands remains on my face while the other moves to my back.

She’s pulling me closer to her, and I bury my face in her neck as I feel our bare bodies caress each other.

The waves her hard nipples cause as they graze my chest cause my whole body to tingle, and the tight skin on her neck bounces back with every bite and kiss I place—like it’s screaming for more.

She uses her delicate hands to move my face back to her lips as she kisses me again, pulling me even deeper into her ocean.

“I love you, Damien,” she says to me quietly. Those sweet words vibrate through my ears and into my heart, sending chills throughout their path. They could be the only four words she ever speaks again, and I’d never need more.

“I love you too, little wolf,” I murmur against the shell of her ear, and I can feel the shiver that wracks her body at the contact.

Her hips grind into me with every thrust, taking me in and asking for more, like a greedy queen.

As I kiss her neck again, her grip on my hair tightens, leading me to give into my impulses and bite down on the space above her shoulder.

Not enough to hurt her, but hard enough to mark her.

Anyone that looks at her tomorrow will see that she belongs to me, and even if my ring on her finger isn’t enough, my bruising marks and cum dripping out of her cunt sure will be.

She tightens around me, pulling me in deeper as she claws at my arm to bring me closer.

The pressure builds at the base of my spine, and I can't help but pick up the pace, desperate to spill myself inside her again and make good on my promise.

I reach down with my hand to begin massaging her clit slowly, in time with my thrusts.

“Say it again,” she whimpers in my ear, before her head flies back onto the pillow, causing my cock to twitch inside her. She arches her perfect body into me, keeping me impossibly close, as her tight walls starts to flutter around my throbbing dick.

“I love you…” I thrust into her and press against her clit harder.

Deeper. Making each movement more impactful to bring her over the edge with me.

“Ashia…” again, “Morgan…” again, “Hartley…” and again.

I feel her legs begin to shake around me, and her moans grow loud and stuttered, causing my balls to tighten and draw up.

“Now breathe and come for me, baby girl,” I grunt, and release into her at the sound of her last moan, thrusting one last time and as deeply a s I can before stilling inside her.

She comes with me, clenching down on me and flooding my cock with her ecstasy.

As we both come down from the stars and plummet back to earth, I don’t move.

I don't dare. Not with how she clings to me and practically begs for me to stay inside her—to stay in our perfect bubble where everything is right and nothing can hurt us. A place that only exists to be our haven. Being her solace, her comfort, means everything to me. She loves me, almost as much as I love her, and that’s all I need.

Her.