Chapter 291: Moment alone [3]
Warning! Mature content.
Eloise’s head fell back as she drew close to her climax. She continued to match Damien’s movements, wrapping her legs around him to pull him back to her each time he pulled out.
The sound of Damien’s grunts and the low, rough calls of her name in a tone she only ever heard when they were alone were music to her ears.
"Damien," Eloise called his name, knowing it would stir his feelings just as it did her own.
Damien answered with a kiss to her cheek, his lips moving skilfully against her flushed skin. The necklace brushed his throat, reminding him it was still there.
He pulled back, though his thrusts didn’t stop. He looked down at Eloise’s flushed face, at the necklace resting so beautifully against her neck. Despite their movement, it hadn’t slipped once.
The necklace suited her perfectly, and in this moment, with how it looked on her, Damien wanted to gift her far more necklaces so he could have a different one on her every morning.
Damien fell a little more in love with how she looked beneath him. Her flushed cheeks, her damp hair clinging to her skin, the necklace finishing the picture perfectly.
If Damien could paint, this would be his first portrait, but he didn’t want anyone to ever stumble upon it, as this view should be his alone.
Something surged through him when Eloise’s nails dug into his skin, each time he found the spot that made her gasp. He would never tire of that feeling, nor the marks she left behind. He’d wear them proudly later, when they were alone, as no one else deserved to see them.
"Damien," she said his name again. This time, in a breathless manner.
Eloise was close to her second climax, and this time Damien found his release with her.
His seed spilt inside her while she clung to him still, her body trembling through the last of it.
When there was nothing left, Damien withdrew, but he wasn’t finished, and from the look in Eloise’s eyes, neither was she.
She laid her right hand on his chest, and that small touch alone was enough to light a fire in him.
Eloise didn’t know what had come over her that morning. Perhaps it was simply having an uninterrupted moment together, or perhaps it had been too long since they’d last been so intimate.
She slid her hand up his chest, curling it round the back of his neck to pull him down into another kiss.
His hand slipped beneath her thigh, lifting it so he could sink into her again.
Eloise welcomed him gladly, uncertain when they’d next have a morning like this one.
His mouth swallowed her gasp as he took her once more. He didn’t want to waste a second/
Eloise didn’t mind that he moved slower this time as it felt more sensual. She could feel every inch of him as he rocked forward and drew back.
Their tongues tangled together as they kissed, breaking apart only to gasp for air before returning to one another.
Eloise’s fingers wove through Damien’s hair, messing it up even further. Their sweat mingled where their bodies met, mixing with the water from their bath.
The oils from the water in their bath could be picked up the closer they got to each other.
She curled her fingers around the shorter strands at the back of his head and gave a gentle tug, careful not to hurt him.
A moan escaped him above her.
Damien kept to the slow, deep rhythm, letting the tenderness between them show plainly now.
Their voices filled the quiet chamber. Nothing was held back in this very moment.
Sunlight crept slowly across the bed as the sun climbed higher outside.
Damien leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at the soft flesh, breathing in the scent of the bathing oils still clinging to her skin. Every part of Eloise enticed him in this moment.
She was far too addicting than she should be. If she continued like this, he wouldn’t be able to part from her.
He felt her shudder beneath him as he gave attention to her chest. She tugged harder at his hair the more his tongue swirled around the hardened bub.
Eloise turned her face away, but he caught her before she could hide.
Damien touched her cheek gently, guiding her back to face him. She didn’t resist.
She only watched as he lowered his mouth to her chest again, hips still moving in slow circles to fill her.
Eloise moved her hand from his hair, reaching up instead to grip the blankets above her head.
Damien’s hand followed hers, lacing their fingers together and pressing her hand down against the bed. He wanted her holding him, not the blankets.
He moved from one breast to the other, mirroring his earlier attention.
Eloise longed to move her hand, but Damien held it in place. Her body jolted each time he sank into her.
Eloise bit her lip, worried her voice would grow too loud the more pleasure built inside her.
She winced when his teeth grazed her soft flesh, then sighed as his tongue soothed the sting straight after.
Their eyes met for a long moment, Damien searching her face for her reaction.
Eloise looked utterly undone beneath him.
The smirk she knew so well, and loved just as much, curled onto his lips.
"How could you be so beautiful?" he asked, and the question alone made her chest flutter.
A soft flush bloomed across her cheeks, though in the low light it went unnoticed.
Damien gritted his teeth as she clenched around him, moving him closer to his climax, as though she ached to be filled by him in that very instant.
"You’re too lovely," he murmured, placing a kiss just above her breast.
Damien turned his focus back to the two of them, chasing their next climax and wanting nothing more than to see her fall apart beneath him.