Chapter 27: The Devil Claimed His Reward (R18+)
Damian dragged the wet lace past her knees, tossing the silk onto the floor.
Ana’s bare thighs instinctively tried to snap shut, her body trembling with a mixture of defiance and suffocating heat. But before her knees could touch, Damian’s large hands slammed into the insides of her thighs, roughly forcing them wide apart once more.
"Don’t hide from me, Anastasia," Damian growled, shifting his massive frame down the bed. "I told you to let me see you."
He settled between her knees, his heavy chest hovering right over her bare lower half. His dark, possessive eyes swept over her glistening, swollen core, a low, rumble vibrating in his chest.
Without warning, Damian dipped his head down, his hot breath hitting her sensitive skin seconds before his tongue made direct, sweeping contact with her sweet spot.
Ana’s back violently arched off the mattress. A loud, breathless scream tore from her throat as a violent wave of ecstasy shot straight up her spine.
Her hands flew to the headboard, her knuckles turning white as her fingers dug desperately into the silk sheets for leverage.
"Damian...!" She gasped out, her vision blurring as he began to feast on her.
He didn’t hold back. His tongue flicked and swirled over her most sensitive peak with a ruthless, agonizing rhythm, lapping up her moisture with brutal efficiency.
He sucked the swollen bud into his mouth, his teeth lightly nipping the sensitive flesh until Ana was tossing her head back and forth against the pillows, completely out of her mind.
"Look at you," Damian growled against her bare skin, his deep baritone vibrating straight into her core. He lifted his dark, heavy gaze to look up at her trembling body, his mouth slick with her sweetness. "So stubborn all day... screaming at me in the car... yet you’re practically dripping for me. You taste so fucking sweet, doll."
"Stop saying that..." Ana sobbed out, her chest heaving as she tried to keep her composure, but her hips were traitorously lifting off the bed, searching for more of his heat. "Please... just..."
"Just what?" Damian taunted, his dark eyes flashing with pure dominance.
He slid two long, thick fingers straight inside her, sinking to the hilt in one smooth, aggressive thrust.
Ana choked on a sharp gasp, her eyes flying wide as her walls tightly gripped his fingers. He didn’t give her a second to adjust.
Damian immediately began a deep, curling pump inside her, his thumb coming down to press ruthlessly against her clit at the exact same time.
Ana’s legs trembled violently, her thighs shaking so hard she could barely hold them up. Driven by panic at how fast she was falling over the edge, she tried to clamp her legs tightly shut around his head to stop the sensation.
"Don’t," Damian warned low, his iron grip tightening around her knees. With effortless strength, he pinned her thighs flat against the mattress, holding her spread wide open and completely helpless beneath him. "Keep them open. You don’t get to hide when you’re this close."
He sped up his rhythm, his fingers curling relentlessly against her sweetest spot while his mouth latched back onto her core, sucking her deep into his heat.
"Damian! Damian!" Ana cried out, completely unraveled.
Her anger was gone, her pride completely burned away by the ruthless pleasure he was forcing into her body. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her hips bucking helplessly against his hand as the tension in her lower belly tightened into an unbearable, terrifying knot.
"That’s it, doll," Damian hissed against her wet skin, his thumb working her mercilessly. "Come for your master. Show me how much you crave me."
With one final, deep curl of his fingers and a firm pull of his mouth, her dam broke.
Ana shattered. A loud, high-pitched cry burst from her lips as her orgasm violently ripped through her body, her internal walls clamping down on his fingers in tight, frantic spasms.
Her whole body shook as wave after wave of intense, blinding ecstasy washed over her, leaving her completely breathless, flushed, and a trembling mess against the sheets.
Damian slowly pulled his fingers back, letting the tight, pulsing spasms of her core gradually ease. He raised his head, his dark eyes heavy and dark with absolute satisfaction as he looked up her trembling, unraveled body.
Slowly, almost deliberately, he dragged the back of his hand across his lips, wiping away the glistening trace of her sweetness. The sheer, seductive arrogance of the gesture made Ana’s heart hammer wildly against her ribs.
"Look at you, Anastasia," Damian rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that sent a fresh shiver down her spine. "A complete mess."
He shifted, rising up over her trembling body like an imposing shadow. His large hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush to the edge of his knees.
"Now that you’re nice and soft," he whispered, his gaze locking onto her flushed face, "you can take every single inch of me. As deep as I want... and for as long as I want."
Without breaking eye contact, Damian reached down, gripping the waistband of his dark boxers, and pulled them down, kicking them off the bed. His manhood sprang free... thick, fully erect, and heavy with intent. The sight of him, dark and completely untamed, made Ana swallow hard, her throat dry.
He was ready for his reward.
Damian positioned himself between her wide, trembling thighs, the broad tip of his shaft pressing firmly against her slick, throbbing entrance.
"You’re mine tonight, doll," he growled.
In one smooth, heavy thrust, Damian sank all the way inside her, burying himself to the hilt.
Ana’s head snapped back against the mattress as a sharp, breathless scream of pure pleasure tore from her throat. The sheer fullness of him stretched her completely, filling every empty space inside her.
It had been two excruciating years since she had last felt this... since she had felt so desperately wanted, so utterly consumed.
Damian had been the first man to ever touch her, the one who took her virginity, and now, here he was again, stripping away her walls, her anger, and taking every last piece of her.
Damian didn’t give her time to rest. He began a slow, punishingly deep rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making the headboard rattle against the wall.
"Damian...! Ah!" Ana gasped, her fingers digging desperately into his muscular biceps as her back arched off the bed.
"Say my name again," Damian demanded, his voice thick with lust as he picked up the pace, his chest slapping hard against her bare breasts with every powerful drive.
He reached down, gripping her thigh, and effortlessly hoisted one of her long legs over his broad shoulder. The new angle opened her up completely, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper, hitting that sweet, sensitive spot inside her with brutal precision.
Ana sobbed out in pure ecstasy, her free leg trembling as her toes curled into the silk sheets. Every thrust was a wave of relentless heat that threatened to shatter her all over again.
"Look at me, doll," Damian growled low against her ear, his thumb coming up to catch a tear trailing down her flushed cheek. "Tell me who you belong to."
"Say it, Anastasia," Damian commanded, his voice a low, dark rumble as he drove into her, hitting that precise, agonizingly deep spot again and again. His grip on her leg over his shoulder was ironclad. "Who do you belong to?"
Ana’s mind was completely fractured. The sheer friction, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, and the overwhelming fullness of him made her thoughts dissolve into pure, sensation.
"I’m... yours," Ana sobbed out, her eyes glossy as she looked up into his dark, possessive gaze. "I’m yours, Damian..."
The moment the surrender left her lips, Damian growled, grabbing her hips and driving into her with a final, burst of speed.
The sudden change in depth and pace pushed her straight over the edge. Ana shattered, screaming his name as her core clamped tightly around him in violent, breathless pulses, triggering his own dark, heavy release right along with her.
He didn’t stop there.
Damian took his time, claiming his reward over and over through the long hours of the night. He showed her no mercy, pushing her body through four more blinding climaxes, demanding her absolute submission in every position.
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up and driving into her from behind while his calloused hand wrapped firmly around the front of her throat. The light, controlling pressure choked off her air just enough to heighten every sensation, making her sob in pure, dizzying ecstasy as he came deep inside her a second time.
He rolled her back over, propping her up on the plush pillows, burying his face between her breasts. He sucked, pulled, and bit at her sensitive peaks while his hips worked in a steady, punishing rhythm, drinking in her cries as her body broke for a third time.
By the fourth and fifth times, the lines between anger, pain, and pleasure had completely erased. He kissed her until her lips were swollen and bruised, leaving dark red bite marks along her collarbones and inner thighs... a map of his ownership over her.
When the relentless storm finally quieted, the faint light of dawn was just beginning to come through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom.