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FIFTEEN

willow

“W illow.” His voice was a caress over my skin, and my eyes fluttered open, taking him in.

How much did I have to drink tonight? Not enough that it would impact my judgment. Not enough to keep me from wanting this.

Him.

He’d been watching me all night.

Just like I’d been watching him.

I dropped my purse on the kitchen table, keys and all. I wondered if he could hear how fast my heart was beating from there with those demon senses of his. If it was any faster, I thought it would beat out of my chest.

From where I was standing, I could see out the large windows into the backyard, illuminated only by the light from the front entryway.

Even without looking at him, I could feel his presence behind me.

Damien’s shadows wrapped around my arm, the tendril dancing over my skin in an intimate motion, like he was trailing a finger across my bare skin?—

I closed my eyes, shuddering just from the small contact.

“Little witch…” He started, but before he could finish his thought, I turned around, bringing our bodies together.

He was so much taller than me, so bringing our mouths together was a challenge. Damien leaned down, taking my lips in his. And everything felt right again.

The kiss quickly turned deeper, more frantic. Gods. Kissing anybody else could never come close to my demon. He knew how to use his tongue, making me practically mewl against him. The way he could coax my mouth open for him, licking inside, those playful little bites against my lip…

And wasn’t that the most unfair thing? He’d lived so much longer than me. Of course, he’d had his fair share of kissing other women. An idea that made me want to put a hex of my own on someone, because I didn’t like the idea of anyone else touching him. Of his lips on anyone else.

But then his hands wrapped around my ass, lifting me up against his body, and it drained me of all rational thought.

My voice betrayed me, letting out a small moan when his erection brushed against my core as he pinned me against the wall. Taking me with his mouth again, he explored every inch—like he was trying to commit it to memory. Every swipe of his tongue against mine only spurred me on more.

My fingers brushed over his hardened length.

For me. This man—this demon—wanted me.

Maybe that was the thought that made me more brazen, bolder, but I didn’t have it in me to care. I just wanted more. Needed it.

A low rumbling sound emitted from his throat when I moved my hand up, attempting to flick open the button on his pants.

I blinked. “Did you just… growl at me?”

“Little witch,” he gritted out through his teeth. “I suggest you stop if you don’t want to take this further.”

I hummed in response, cupping him fully. “And what if I don’t want to stop?” I ran a finger up his impressive bulge.

Fuck, I’d never wanted to have someone inside me so badly.

Damien leaned in close, enough for his lips to brush against my ear. For the rush of his warm breath to tickle my neck. “Then I’m going to take you to bed, Willow. And I’m not going to be able to hold back.” He buried his nose in the crook of my neck. “Not when you smell this good.”

He kissed the skin there, trailing a line up to my jaw with his lips, each touch like a brand against my skin.

I wanted it. Wanted him to mark me, for people to know I was his.

Wanted to not have to hide who this man was to me, because I was starting to wonder if I’d ever truly lived before he’d come into my life.

“I don’t want you to hold back,” I murmured, running my hands down the planes of his back as he sucked on my pulse point. “I want you,” I moaned.

I couldn’t keep it in any longer.

When he pulled away, his red eyes flared with need.

“ Fuck .” Any pretense of who he was gone—left behind in the bar, I assumed—and he looked down at me, perhaps more demon than man, but I liked it. “You want me to fuck you, Willow?”

“ Yes,” I agreed, and then I was back on my feet, spun around, his breath against my neck.

Damien stepped forward, pulling the zipper down slowly on my dress. If I was being honest, I’d only worn it for him—I liked to dress up, of course, but the way he’d looked at me when I walked downstairs… I’d never felt more beautiful, or desired.

I was finding I liked that with him. The way he could light up my body with just a kiss or a small touch.

He kissed my bare shoulder as he pushed the dress down my back, leaving me in my bra and the hip hugging lace panties I’d pulled on at the last minute. Damien’s nimble fingers quickly made work of my bra clasp, and my nipples tightened as the cool air hit them.

Normally, I would have tried to hide myself, but how could I with the way he was looking at me? Like I was something to be treasured, worshiped.

“Fuck. You’re perfect.” He brought his hands up, cupping my breasts. When he ran his thumb over my nipple, I shuddered at how good it felt.

The lust was burning me alive. I’d never felt like this with anyone before—not this soul-encompassing need that I felt for him.

“Spread your legs for me,” Damien murmured, bending down to capture my lips once more as his fingers dipped below the band of my panties—seeking, searching.

I was happy to comply. When was it last? Months. Maybe years.

“So wet, baby,” he crooned, rubbing his fingers against my slit. “Did I do this to you?”

The only response I gave was a hum in agreement as he slipped a finger inside of me. He’d been driving me wild all night, teasing me with all of his lingering touches and heated glances.

I couldn’t hold back my voice as he added another finger, exploring my folds. Trying to find that spot that he knew would drive me wild.

“Damien,” I pleaded, my breaths growing heavy as I gave into the growing pleasure. There was a part of me that was vaguely aware of how tightly I was grasping his shoulders, my legs growing unsteady underneath me.

I pulled away from him slightly, my eyes growing with awareness. He was still fully clothed, and we were standing in the hallway. Despite how eager I was, I didn’t want our first time to be against the wall. Or on the floor.

“Bedroom,” I panted, resting my forehead against his chest.

Is this my invitation? He thought, and I could almost feel the smirk on his face.

He could sleep in my bed for the rest of eternity if he kept up that movement with his fingers. I gasped. Yes. Please. I didn’t want him on the couch anymore, anyway.

I could feel the loss as he pulled his fingers out of me, my juices coating them.

“I can’t fucking wait to taste you,” he murmured, putting them into his mouth, sucking my taste off of his digits as he maintained eye contact with me.

“ Oh .” I squeaked out, as he gave one last lick of his lips.

“So sweet,” he murmured, and then I was being lifted into his arms and carried towards my bedroom.

I was aching, squirming with need after he worked me up without letting me come.

Damien playfully swatted my ass. “Be still.”

I’d never found getting spanked hot before, but the look in his eyes… Damn .

The demon’s long legs quickly devoured up the space, and he kicked in the door before dropping me down on the bed.

His eyes were only slits as they traced over my naked body, from the line of my bare neck down to my tits and then to the panties that still covered me.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he mumbled, quickly stripping out of his clothes. Damien’s eyes never left me as he dropped each article on the floor—until the only thing that remained was his briefs. The outline of his hardened length pressed against them, begging to be freed.

I sat up, reaching for his waistband, ready to give him the same treatment he had me. Sliding my thumbs into either side of his boxers, I pushed them down, eagerly freeing his cock.

Feeling him through his pants earlier had given me some idea of his size, but… My eyes widened. He was bigger than anyone I’d ever been with before, and I suddenly wondered what he would taste like. I ran a finger up his hardened length, watching him shudder at my touch.

Oh. I really liked that.

Only Damien clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, grabbing my hands before I could play with him any further. “Easy, witch. I have more plans for you.”

I frowned. “But?—”

Damien clicked his tongue, silencing me by pushing me down to the bed and threading his hand through my underwear. I expected him to roll them down, or slowly drag them off of my body, but instead, in a quick motion that left me dizzy, he ripped them off with a devilish grin.

“I liked those,” I said with a frown.

He shook his head mischievously. “I’ll get you new ones. Now, be a good girl and let me lick your pussy, Willow.”

My cheeks flushed as he pulled me to the edge of the bed, positioning me so he could kneel in front of me. Placing his head level with my opening, he gripped the insides of my thighs, spreading them apart roughly.

Burying his head in between my legs, the first swipe of his tongue against my clit made me shudder. He groaned as his tongue lapped against me, like he couldn’t get enough of my taste.

So sweet, his voice said into my mind.

“Damien,” I begged, as he swirled and licked and drove me wild, not giving me the pressure that I needed. “I need?—”

“Shhh, baby,” he soothed, slipping his fingers back inside of me. Those apt fingers moved against my walls while he continued giving my clit attention with his mouth. “Gonna take care of you.”

I didn’t hold back my voice, the little noises he made me emit with each movement, or the moan when he sucked my clit into his mouth. There was no stopping the sensations unfurling inside of me, how close I was getting?—

Damien looked up, his gaze connecting with mine even as he kneeled between my thighs. “Want you to come for me, Willow. Let me feel it on my tongue.”

This time, his tongue darted inside of me, tasting me directly, and he brought his thumb to my clit, rubbing it in circles as his tongue explored my insides.

“Oh, Gods .”

He gave me a wicked grin. “No Gods here. Just your Demon.”

My demon. I didn’t care what anyone thought—he was. Mine .

That was the thought that I tipped over the edge with, with his tongue inside of me and those talented fingers making me come harder than I thought I ever had in my life.

Damien pulled back, his lips swollen, traces of me still glistening on them. I blushed. “Fuck, little witch. That was…” He placed a kiss on the inside of my thighs before standing up.

My heart was still racing. “Yeah.” I didn’t have the words, still panting from the exertion of my orgasm. No one had ever made me come so fast before, and I thought maybe it was all him. That the knowledge that he was the one playing with my body, lighting me on fire…

Sitting up, I looked between us, my finger reaching out to swipe the pre-cum from the head of his cock. I wanted him inside of me, wanted to know what it felt like to be joined together. He was so hard, his tip practically weeping, begging for a release of his own.

“Shit.” I blurted out, a thought suddenly occurring to me. “I don’t have any—” Protection.

When was the last time I’d needed it? I’d been too busy to date in forever, and even the thought of bringing home a man hadn’t been in my mind in ages.

Damien looked pained, one hand wrapping around his length, squeezing slightly. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I’m on the pill,” I murmured, reaching up to thread my fingers through his hair, wanting to be closer to him. “And I’m clean. So…” My eyes focused on his hand, how he was slowly working himself with it.

I’d never gone without condoms before—especially not with any humans I’d been with. But there was something about being with him —that it was us—that I didn’t mind.

He groaned. “I don’t want anything between us. Not the first time. Not when—” Giving a grunt of agreement, he dropped his forehead to my mine, kissing me roughly, our tongues tangling together. I could taste myself on his tongue.

“Please, Damien,” I begged. “Need you.”

Laying me down against the pillows, I wiggled my hips impatiently as he notched himself at my entrance, not giving me what I wanted. His entire body engulfed my frame, and I could barely take the time to revel in it, I was so eager.

“Patience, baby.” He shook his head, the motion causing his hair to fall onto his forehead. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I brushed some of the sweaty strands back with my fingers, reveling in the feel of his soft hair against my skin. “You won’t,” I promised. “You couldn’t.” Even in the short time I’d known him, I knew it to be true.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the ring of red was almost entirely black. “You’re sure?”

I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck.

That was all it took before he pushed inside of me, slowly—inch by torturous inch.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “You’re so tight.”

“Only—” I moaned, “—because you’re so big.” Fuck. He’d basically stuffed me full, and he wasn’t even fully inside of me yet.

More. Even with the fullness, I wanted more. My hips rocked against his involuntarily, pushing him in deeper. I could feel myself stretching around him, that feeling of fullness increasing as he worked his way inside of me.

“Look, how well you’re taking me,” he praised, as his eyes fixed on the spot where our bodies were connected. My body spread around him, greedily taking in his cock.

He stilled, letting me adjust to his size. As the slight pain faded away, a growing sense of pleasure replaced it.

“Willow.” His voice was deep—raspy—in my ear. “I’m going to move now.”

Damien kissed me before pulling out, almost all the way to the tip, before plunging back inside of me, burying himself to the hilt. I was so wet, his ministrations from earlier providing all the lubrication we needed.

Yes, Yes, Yes. I chanted, unsure if I was even forming verbal cohesive words at this point.

All I knew was it had never been like this.

Filthy. And yet I loved every moment of it.

The only sound in the room was our skin slapping against each other, my moans each time he hit that spot inside of me, and his small grunts as he focused on my body.

The delicious slide of his cock moving in and out of my body was too much, and yet…

“I need—” I said, vaguely aware that I didn’t know what I needed, just that more, and I was losing my mind, but more, more, more ? —

He didn’t stop, thrusting into me as his hands gripped the outside of my thighs tight enough I thought they might bruise. But then his shadows brushed against my skin, dancing across my nipples, almost like his tongue. When he did the same to my clit, my back arched off of the bed. The stimulation to every part of me was going to make me lose it.

Holy gods— “Don’t stop,” I moaned.

It was everything. It was too much. “ Damien,” I moaned his name, loudly, thankful that we were alone in this house. That there was no fear of getting caught or being too loud.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I intertwined them behind his back, forcing him in deeper.

My demon gave me another smirk—one that had no right being as sexy as it was—before bringing our mouths back together. His shadows were a caress around my entire body, only adding to how he was touching me.

“You feel so good inside of me,” I encouraged, feeling him growing harder inside of me, knowing he must be close.

I wanted him to let go, to lose himself. Tightening my muscles, I clenched myself around him, squeezing his cock.

“Willow. Shit.” He grimaced. “ Fuck . I’m going to come if you don’t stop that.”

“Do it.” I wasn’t above begging for it. His cum—I licked my lips, rocking my hips in time with his movement. “Fill me up, Damien.”

But—he shook his head, taking my lips in his, biting my lip slightly as he pulled away. “Need you to come again first.”

His lips moved down to a nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he massaged the other one, letting that tendril of darkness take over rubbing circles on my clit. It felt like his hands were everywhere, those shadows working as extensions of himself.

I’d already been close, but this time, I let go, burying my fingers into his shoulders, not even caring if I left marks from my fingernails as I came, crying out his name.

Damien kept up his thorough torture, switching his attention to my other nipple as he continued that glorious movement in and out of me.

My insides clenched around him, and he stilled, his mouth sliding off my breast with a wet pop as he gripped my hips, hardening even further inside of me.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his eyes focused solely where we were joined together. Damien grit his teeth, burying himself to the hilt before letting go. I could feel the warmth spilling through my insides as he came, pouring inside of me on a shaky breath.

After he’d finished, he collapsed on top of me, holding me to his body before rolling both of us onto our sides as his cock softened inside of me.

“I didn’t hurt you, right?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice. “I wasn’t too rough?”

“No.” I snuggled my head into his chest. “I liked it.”

I’d never felt better. I was floating on air; the rightness surging through my body.

He kissed my forehead before shifting, like he was going to pull away.

I whined. “Don’t. Not yet. I just wanna stay like this.”

Tucking me back against his body, I wound my arms around his back, inhaling his spicy scent. Something about it calmed me—soothed me.

I wasn’t going to evaluate why I liked it so much. Not yet.

“Willow,” he whispered, and I realized my eyes had shut, so warm and comforted by his presence that it had almost lulled me to sleep. “I’m going to get up now.”

He pulled out, and I whimpered from the loss. I knew I needed to get up, to clean up, to take care of things, but I was boneless. Totally spent. I wasn’t sure my legs had any strength left in them.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmured, pushing his cum back inside of me.

Oh. Gods. That greedy little possessive side of me, the one that didn’t want to imagine him with anyone else, liked that very much.

Damien came back to the bed a few moments later, and my eyes peeked open to find him holding a washcloth, wiping in between my thighs. He’d pulled on a pair of boxers, but left his chest bare.

After he seemed satisfied, he handed me a glass of water, getting me to drink it before slipping back under the covers.

Damien’s arms wrapped around me, and I snuggled into his chest, letting my eyes close as I drifted off to sleep.

Some part of me recognized I shouldn’t trust him, shouldn’t let him into my heart—but I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. Not when he was so gentle with me, especially when it mattered. When he’d shown, over and over, how he was here for me.

And if I wasn’t careful—I was going to fall for him completely.