Endless Love by Bianca Borell
Chapter Nine
BRIA
I wake up with a smile parting my lips, thinking of last night. I hop out of bed, and the tenderness between my legs is the proof he left his mark once again.
I bend and pick up his discarded T-shirt. When I slide it down my chest, his heady smell invades and intoxicates my senses. Nothing smells better. I stand at his office door, just taking him in. His eyes scan his desktop; his entire posture tuned in to concentration. I gawk at him, lost to his magnetic appeal, a man in his element, emanating power.
The perfect picture to define that Damien knows what he wants, and no one will stand in his way. I lean on the doorframe, tip my head to the side, admiring my sexy, personal living work of art. His kissable lips curve into a knowing smile as he senses me. The second his eyes dart in my direction, I bite down on my lips, and he rises to his feet. In two strides, he’s in my face, lifting me, and I wrap my legs around his torso while he kisses my neck, his tongue leaving a wet trail in its path.
“You look sexy wearing my shirt and nothing else.” His fingers burrow in my skin, his passion reverberating deep within me. I tilt my head and lock my hands around his neck.
“Hmm. I recall we made a deal on being naked twice a month,” he says, and I drop my forehead to his.
“I hoped you’d forget about it.”
“Never.”
He grins, and I shake my head at him.
“Crazy man.”
“Nothing new,” he says. “Lift your arms.”
We smile. This is us. Nothing will ever be ordinary or too much or too little. We make our own set of rules. He tugs his T-shirt from my body then sits me on the desk, settling himself between my legs. I lock my hands around his neck. He nibbles on my lips and whispers, “You and me, Bria.”
I shiver at the intensity of his words. His smooth fingers trace patterns down my arms, and he presses his mouth on mine, his tongue parting my lips. My body bends, my mouth opening, needing more of him, of the inexorable feelings and exhilarating sensations he ignites in me, while I freefall into bliss. We are so close right now. Still, it will never be enough to satiate the need inside me, inside us.
“It’s never enough, is it?”
I shake my head in response, and his eyes bore into me.
“How to say this . . . it’s overwhelming how much I love you . . . how you make me feel . . . it borders on craziness. Afraid?”
“Never.”
“Always the braver one.” Fascination flickers inside his eyes, and his lips brush mine. “There has never been and never will be someone other than you.”
“Even when I am old and wrinkled?”
“You’ll remain beautiful. Your beauty will just be marked with years of love and hopefully joy, the proof of a long and happy life I intend to offer you.”
“Are you trying to get inside me because the flattery certainly helps.” He scoffs, his self-assurance a turn on.
“Baby, as if I need flattery to get what I want and is all mine,” He says, dragging his nose up my neck.
“Here, I wondered where my conceited ass of a fiancé went. I knew it wouldn’t last.”
He pins me down, one hand holding my wrist in a tight hold, and the other caressing my neck.
“Say it again,” he dares me, and I bat my eyelashes at him.
“Conceited ass?” I ask, innocence lacing my question.
“You never take the easy way.”
I wait for another round of tickles, but I get something entirely different as he removes his belt. My eyes pop.
“Anxious?”
His deep voice hypnotizes me. It should be illegal for one man to possess so much sex appeal and masculinity. I inhale his scent of spice and sex and wiggle in response.
Damien lowers onto me. I have no way of escaping, and do I want to? No. He nibbles on my earlobe, and I tremble from the contact. I’m momentarily deprived of any rational thoughts as he ties my hands together. His eyes linger over my exposed body with widened pupils, nodding in appreciation. I’m a wet mess, my body always on board with whatever he has in mind, and he dares to tell me I hold the power? Such a sweet lie.
“Beautiful, but I won’t be distracted.”
His voice awakens me from the spell he put me in. I blink as his steel-blue eyes pierce my soul, drawing me to him.
“Where were we? Right, I asked you a question, and what did you answer?”
He baits me, and I act coy.
“I find myself in a rather disadvantaged position that leads me to one answer. I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Damien pinches both my nipples simultaneously, tiny stars explode in my vision, and I moan. My fully pointed nipples salute him, pleading for more attention. Body, it seems we like kinky and hard. I stifle a smile when the realization hits him at the same time.
“Fuck it, it just backfired.”
“What exactly, baby?”
“Let’s see where this leads us, then.”
He answers full of mischief. He bites on my nipple again, and I throw my head back, writhing under him.
“Hmm, you like it, don’t you?”
No words find their way out of my mouth while Damien loses himself to his own exploratory battle. He puts his mouth on me, biting and sucking, a mix of pain and lust shooting up from within me. The combination has me buckling under his touch. One moment, I want to scream in pain. The next, I moan in pleasure as his thumb massages the affected spot. I’m on the verge of a massive release. I raise my hips to meet him, craving both him and my release.
“Stay still, or I’ll stop.”
“Please, baby, I need . . . I need.” His fingers lace around my throat, my pulse vibrates under his fingertips.
“My cock?”
“Yes,” I shout my answer, forgetting it would please him even more.
“Patience, love.”
“Damien, please.”
“But everything I do is to please you.”
His lust-filled eyes trap me, and I rasp, “What are you after?”
“To fuck the insolence out of you.”
I snort a laugh, but it dies on my lips as he puts two fingers inside me. He smirks while I force the words out.
“It won’t last long, and you know it.”
“Do you want to come, baby?” I bite down on my lower lip and arch my hips. If he’d just move his fingers . . .
“If you don’t move, not even an inch, I’ll let you.”
Experience tells me it’s a ploy. He’d never let me get my way this easily, not in the bedroom. In my desperation, I nod, not even slightly irritated about his victorious smirk.
“Don’t move.”
I struggle to obey his command. I am hyper-aware; my eyes focused on him as my brain tries to figure out his next move. He lowers his head between my thighs, his eyes traveling down my core, and heat breaks across my skin.
“Such a pink and perfect pussy. Those pretty lips begging for me, swollen and wet. Just the way I like.”
My insides quake with the need for more, and when his breath caresses my skin, goose bumps erupt. I moan out the second he sucks on my inner lips. All the anticipation—his mouth, tongue, and fingers—and I come crying out his name. My sight returns to total satisfaction etched in his eyes, but I don’t care. I open my legs in invitation.
“Take me already, my fiancé, future husband, love of my life, the master of my body—”
My words stop as he thrusts himself inside me. It’s as if he’s putting me back together after the shattering release. He cages me, stamping an invisible label of domination and ownership on me, yet again for the billionth time.
“You are mine,” he says, a mix of a statement and plea right before he stills inside me, marking me from the inside out. Damien unties my hands, and pulls me into a tight embrace, pressing kisses on my damp hair. Sweaty and spent, I am sure also smelling of sex and heat, I lean my cheek against his chest, and his fingers caress my spine.
“You will be the death of me, baby.”
“It’s not my fault you can’t get enough of me.”
“You’ll never stop goading me, will you?”
He ignites something in me, a darker, primal side. I yearn for more, always more, as I shake my head at him in a challenge.
“I might know a thing or two to keep your mouth occupied long enough. Continue, and you’ll find out.”
“On my knees, sucking you until you moan my name, baby? Is that what you mean?”
His face turns to raw lust. I like my boldness, the freedom it gives me in return. He lays motionless, eyeing me with an intensity that tells a story of at least a hundred sinful ways of loving me.
I dash toward the bathroom. Peeking over my shoulder, an expression of bewilderment and hunger is plastered on his face. Before I close the door, he finds his voice. I quiver at his husky tone, “What do you think will happen when I find you?”
He will come. Damien would never waste such an opportunity, but I’m ready for him. After bursting inside the bathroom, his eyes linger on my naked body. I am on my knees with a daring look on my face. I’m on a mission to give him what he gave me, an earth-shattering orgasm and nothing less.
“Bria, baby, you have my undivided attention.”
I force myself to remain serious. He approaches me, and I grip and stroke him at a steady pace. Damien fights for balance as he throws his head back and hisses. I put him in my mouth, and his whole posture chases after a release. His body tenses up, and he throws his head back. I don’t stop until I deliver.
“That was . . . no words, baby.”
He helps me up. We both stand on shaky feet, our breaths heavy as we step inside the open shower. We wash each other, the intimacy between us enveloping us fully.
The hot water soothes our skin, relieving our muscles. The tenderness in which he shampoos my hair, how he lavishes my body with his ministrations, melts me to liquid love. He pampers every inch of my skin, and warmth spreads through every part of me. His eyes light up when finding mine, as if I am the most precious thing to him, a wonder coming real for him alone.
We kiss, testing, and exploring until our skin prunes. He leads us out and dries me as I enjoy the brush of the soft towel on my skin. He presses a light kiss on the top of my head.
“I’ll be in the office, baby, if you need me.”
Alone in the bathroom, I dry my hair into loose curls and put lotion on my body. I’m more than content, and the reflection in the mirror agrees with me.
How did I live without this man for so long? My heart constricts at the memory, remembering I wasn’t living. I was solely existing.
