One glance at her in the moonlight with that soft smile of hers, and I was gone.
However, it was too late to change the events that followed.
We couldn't be together yet. People followed her around. I needed to make sure she would keep her mouth shut, and exposing myself too early was too big a risk for both of us. I’d be present all the time, making sure she was safe, but at the same time hidden in the shadows.
When the time was right, she’d be claimed and kidnapped, and she would never doubt who she belonged to.
With a final glance at her teary-eyed face, I disappeared into the crowd, ignoring the unfamiliar pain in my chest.
Sapphire
Damian kneeled behind me, my hands restrained behind my back by his command, while my eyes were blindfolded. His hand gripped my hair painfully and pulled my head back. I felt his breath on my cheek as his other hand moved lower to my heat and two fingers pushed inside me, making me gasp in surprise and pleasure.
“My Sapphire,” he whispered huskily near my ear, and then he bit my earlobe, soothing it immediately with his hot tongue. His mouth trailed down to the sensitive spot between my shoulder and neck, sucking on it fiercely as his fingers kept entering me. His thumb and index finger closed over my clit, pinching it painfully, and I whimpered as I raised my hand to his neck, pulling his head closer. Even though I was supposed to keep them still, I couldn’t handle not touching him. The ultimate pleasure was close, so close, but abruptly he took his hand away, leaving me empty.
“No,” I moaned, and it earned me a slap on my right ass cheek, the wetness between my thighs intensifying, if it was possible.
“Greedy, so greedy,” he said, pushing my ass up, making me put my hands flat on the bed as my knees opened more for him. His hands gently ran with open palms over my globes, squeezing them painfully, and then slapping again. My teeth dug into the pillow, muffing my moans of pleasure and pain. “Such a pretty, curvy ass. Always begging to be spanked, isn't it, love?”
Damian got between my legs, pushed my thighs wider, and then his mouth was on me as I cried out. His lips were around my folds, and he inhaled my smell as his tongue stiffened and entered me as far as it could go. His fingers dug painfully into the insides of my thighs, making sure I wouldn't close them. Two fingers replaced his tongue, aiming for that perfect spot inside me as his mouth closed over my clit, sucking it hard. My mind went blank, everything blocked away by pleasure, and it was impossible to hide my cry from him. Breathing heavily beneath him, still at the peak of my orgasm, he gently lapped at me one more time and slid away from me.
He flipped me onto my back, placed my heels on either side of his hips, and then ran the tip of his cock between my folds, pressing it against my sensitive clit as my back rose up from desire and need. He grabbed my hips and, with one swift motion, slammed inside me to the hilt, stretching me to the point of pain. He covered my cries with his lips; the kiss was deep, punishing, all-consuming. He still held the taste of me on his tongue, so I sucked on it greedily as he moved, sliding in and out of me over and over again. His hands didn't allow my legs any freedom, but I was able to reach his back and sink my fingers in. My nails marked his back, probably to the point of pain as he groaned against my mouth.
“Perfect, so fucking perfect,” he rasped, nipping my chin while his powerful thrusts made my head spin.
Finally, the pleasure and pressure of him over me was too much. I shattered under him into tiny little pieces, and he followed a few seconds later with a loud moan. Damian collapsed over me, breathing heavily into my neck while I basked in the sensation of his hard body pressing mine into the mattress. Nothing could harm me when he was around.
“I love you.” My mouth bit his earlobe as he gently ran the pads of his fingers over my cheek.
“I know.” In a way, it was like he told me, ‘I love you,’ back. We had lived in his penthouse for the last four weeks, doing nothing much but making love and investigating. After he told me the truth and I decided to stay with him, he shared his plans and explained his actions. He’d eliminated almost all threats. Sometimes, my stomach flipped when he described what he’d done to them, but at the same time, I couldn't feel sorry for those men, since they hurt him in the first place.
Suddenly, a need of another kind made itself known.
“Damian, I have to pee.” He rolled off me and I went to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Taking a deep breath, I leaned down to the lower cupboard and took out the box I put there last night.
A pregnancy kit.
I was late, and recently, nausea would hit me from unexpected smells, and although there was only a small possibility of it being true, I needed to know. I peed on the stick, did my business, washed my hands and face along with brushing my teeth, all the while trying to calm my nerves.