Page 150 of Deathless & Divided

“I told you once that I wanted to have you any way I could. I wasn’t lying.”

Lily swallowed audibly. “Oh?”

“No. Spread your legs. Show me how wet you are and play with yourself. I want you to feel how turned on and hot you are right now.”

“That’s what you want?” Lily smiled coyly, leaning back on the chaise and opening her thighs for him to see. “Are you sure?”

“Very much.” Damian’s grin turned sensual as Lily stroked her pussy with light touches. Wetness glided her fingers over her labia and up to her clit. She was fucking soaked. “Beautiful, sweetheart.”

Lily watched in silence as Damian began to finally pull of his own clothes. He’d stayed in his tux even after undressing Lily. He’d only loosened his tie and unbuttoned his vest when he convinced her to let him spoil her with chocolate covered fruit on the chaise. As far as Lily was concerned, there was nothing sexier than watching Damian undress. He did so in such an unhurried, quiet fashion, like nobody could see him. He must have known what he looked like. A cut figure, ridges of muscles, and smooth, olive-toned skin.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Damian said without looking up as he discarded his pants and boxers. “Keep playing for me, Lily. I want you wet all over.”

Lily laughed shakily. “I didn’t realize I had, either.”

“Continue.”

Pressing a finger into her pussy, Lily could feel how tight and ready she was. Her soft flesh was sensitive and drenched. A second finger did nothing to soothe the ache. Damian continued to watch her, saying nothing, as he stroked his own erection.

“Damian, please,” Lily begged.

A smirk formed on the corner of Damian’s lips as he slid the latex down his length. “Ah, there’s what I was waiting for. Nothing sounds better than my name in your mouth while you beg, Lily.”

Damian came to stand by the chaise, reaching down to circle Lily’s clit with his thumb while she used her fingers to thrust inside her sex. “Christ.”

“Damn, look at you,” Damian said.

Lily hadn’t realized how close she was to her orgasm before it was blowing through. She felt like a mess of cries, sweaty skin, and bliss. Damian kissed her through it, never once pulling away. Before Lily could comprehend what was happening, Damian had picked her up and then sat back down on the chaise with her on top of him. Lily’s back pressed into his chest as his arm wrapped around her waist. He kept her hovering above him and when she felt stable enough to hold her own weight, he let her go.

Lily shivered when something cool and slippery dribbled down the crack of her ass. Damian’s lips pressed to her shoulder blade where he’d painted with the strawberry earlier and she could feel him stroking his cock underneath her.

“I can’t even fucking jerk off anymore,” Damian said.

Lily bit her lip. “Why is that?”

“Because nothing gets the fucking job done but you and then I’m left with blue balls if I try myself.”

“God.”

Damian hummed, his tongue striking out against her skin. “Trust me, yeah?”

Lily nodded. “Always.”

“Good. Relax.”

Saying it and doing it were two completely different things. Lily tried to calm the nervousness and raging desire coursing through her system, but she couldn’t. The head of his cock pressed into her ass and Lily tensed instantly, scared of what might come.

“Lily,” Damian murmured. “Stop worrying. Just feel.”

Slowly, as he sucked on her skin where the strawberry had made sticky pathways, Damian worked his thick cock into her ass. Lily sucked in a ragged breath as a brief pain from the sensation of being stretched shot up her spine. Damian’s hand raced right after, soothing away the immediate chill of fear and relaxing her again. It wasn’t long before the pain was replaced by a deep need pounding at her insides as his cock sunk all the way into her ass and she was seated on top of him.

“Fuck,” Damian hissed.

Lily whined. “I just ... can’t.”

Not think, move, or breathe. She was filled entirely. So, so open for him. She felt damp with perspiration and her nerves felt overworked. Nothing had ever felt quite so new and blindingly good before.

“Talk to me,” Damian said softly.