Claiming the Runaway by Emma Bray

Chapter Five

Hadley

A deep shudderpasses throughout Damon’s body before he hauls me back against his chest and claims my lips again.

Instead of the crash I’m expecting, he’s surprisingly gentle this time, his kiss languid as he teases my lips, his tongue playing a game of hide and seek with my own as he flits it in and out of my mouth.

His hands are everywhere all at once. Running through my hair, down the sides of my neck, over my collarbone, down my arms, gripping my ass and pulling me tighter against that swollen part of him at the apex of his thighs.

When his lips finally move from mine, they lick and suck and taste my jaw, behind my ears, my neck, my shoulders.

I’m flooded with sensation, and all I can do is whimper and mewl my pleasure.

I’ve never been kissed before, but if it feels like this, then no wonder people do it. Something tells me that it doesn’t feel like this for everyone, though. This is special because it’s Damon. Me and Damon.

He takes deep inhales near my neck like he’s trying to breathe me in, and something about that causes wetness to pool between my legs.

There’s an ache there, an insistent throbbing that I’ve never felt before, and I move on instinct, rubbing myself against Damon’s hardness, seeking to alleviate that ache. Tickles of pleasure snap between my legs when I rock against his bulge, and he hisses in a sharp breath, grabbing hold of my waist to anchor me against him and keep me still.

“You keep dragging that dripping wet, little virgin pussy all over my cock, I’m not gonna make it, sweetheart,” Damon growls against my lips.

His words are coarse and filthy, but that only makes me throb even more as more wetness gathers between my thighs.

“Damon,” I plead in a whine, though I’m not exactly sure what I’m pleading for. I just want more. More of this. More of him.

I’d had a nightmare about my stepfather, but when I woke up to Damon comforting me, I’d wanted nothing more than to just stay in his arms forever—this big, muscled, tatted felon who most people would be frightened of at one glance but who’s the only person I’ve ever really felt safe with.

Damon’s the only one I would ever trust to take my virginity. And I desperately want him to right now. He makes me feel safe and wanted and beautiful.

He nips down on my shoulder with his teeth, and then he licks where he bit, soothing the sting away with his worshipping tongue. Something about it is so carnal, so animalistic that is causes something to curl deep within my belly.

His hands are skimming over my bare stomach as he raises my tank top up, his thumbs hooking under the bottom of the sports bra to drag it up with the shirt as he pulls them off over the top of my head, baring my hardened nipples to his hungry gaze.

He lightly strokes the pad of his thumb over one, eliciting a sharp moan from me. It’s like a wire is connecting my nipple to the throb between my legs because I get impossibly wetter.

“Jesus, Hadley,” he murmurs darkly, “I can feel your wetness soaking through my sweatpants, you beautiful, perfect, horny little virgin.”

I would be embarrassed by the wetness there were it not for the fact that Damon seems to really like it.

One of his hands moves down between us to stroke me through the fabric while he moves his mouth down to lick the sensitive nub of one of my nipples.

The double sensation has me arching my back and gasping out a moan, and then the next thing I know I’m turning in mid-air as he holds me up in his arms and flips me until I’m laying flat on the bed again.

He hovers over me, looking like a dark angel, his gray eyes dark and stormy.

He kisses his way down my stomach to the band of my shorts before he pulls them down my trembling legs.

I instinctively start to close my legs, suddenly shy, but he pushes his shoulders between them and holds them open with a palm on each of my thighs.

“Fuck me,” he says lowly as he stares down at that most intimate part of me. “This is the most beautiful little pussy I’ve ever seen, sweetheart.”

He reaches out a finger and slides it up and down my wet slit reverently. The feeling of his bare skin touching me there has every one of my nerve endings snapping and crackling. My breathing starts coming in short gasps when he finds a little button and begins to circle it with the pad of his thumb, sending little jolts of pleasure throughout my core.

I feel his breath pass over me there as he studies what he’s doing, and then his tongue snakes out to replace his thumb, and I scream at the electricity that jolts through me, my legs shaking.

“Goddamn,” he groans before he begins to lick and suck me in earnest, lapping at me like he’s on death row and I’m his last meal.

“Damon,” I whimper his name and wiggle beneath him, trying to pull away, trying to get closer. Hell, I don’t know what I’m trying to do, only that the pleasure is so intense I can’t sit still, but Damon drapes a heavy arm over my stomach, trapping me in place, and then I feel pressure between my legs as he slowly slips a finger into me.

I tense, but then Damon soothes me with a low, “Relax, I’m going to make you feel so good, pretty baby,” spoken right against my sensitive nub before he starts licking and sucking it again.

He strokes his finger slowly in and out, and I gradually relax as I get used to the feeling. Then, he adds another finger, and I feel impossibly full. But he keeps licking and sucking on my little nub, sending spikes of pleasure racing throughout me.

I feel like my body is climbing toward something. A pressure is building inside me, and I’m nearly sobbing as I plead with him, “Damon, please.”

He smirks up at me before he latches onto the little nub, sucking harder, unrelentingly, as his fingers curve up and rub against this spot inside me, and then I explode with a sharp cry that takes my breath away.

My whole body feels like it’s convulsing, and then I’m floating, my limbs waxen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as his sits up, quickly slipping his sweatpants off to reveal his massive cock. It’s thick and swollen and angry-looking, and my eyes widen. I don’t see how it can possibly fit in me.

“Gotta have you, sweetheart,” he tells me as he lines it up with my pussy, rubbing the head up and down against my lips, coating it in wetness.

I barely have a moment to marvel at how something so hard could feel so velvety smooth against me before I feel an insistent, burning pressure as he starts slipping it inside me.

“Damon,” I whine his name in a half plea, half something I don’t know.

“Ssh,” he quiets me as he strokes my hair, still pushing slowly in. “You’ll adjust to me. I promise, baby, and I’ll go slow.”

I whimper, and he leans over me, gathering me to his chest with his arms behind my back, holding me close to him as he continues to slowly push.

He finally stops, and his arms are taut around me. He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. His eyes are dark with lust, but his voice is filled with adoration as he rains praises down on me, “Good girl, beautiful girl, my sweet angel…”

I bask in his praise and feel myself relaxing, but then he pulls back and pushes hard, breaking through my barrier of innocence, and I scream.

He swallows my scream with his mouth, kissing me gently, his tongue apologizing to me as it dances with mine.

He doesn’t move that part of him as he licks at my lips, giving me time to adjust to him. “You okay, sweetheart?” He asks me when he finally pulls back from my lips.

I draw in a shaky breath and realize that the pain has subsided, and now there’s just a dull ache there. I nod, but he still doesn’t move. Every muscle in his body seems to be tense, and his jaw hardens with the effort of holding himself back.

I wiggle beneath him, causing him to slide within me, and he lets out a deep, guttural groan, his head falling down as if he’s in pain.

“Fuck, Hadley, I can’t stay still, baby. Gotta move,” he tells me as he starts pulling that huge part of himself out and then shoving it back inside me. He pulls more and more out each time, slamming more back in, and the wet friction of his sex rubbing into mine causes a deeper kind of pressure to start building inside me.

I moan at the sensation and arch my back up into him, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

“Fuck, yes, hold onto me, baby,” he groans into my ear as he picks up his pace until he’s stroking his full length in and out of me.

“Fuck, you’re mine, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he’s panting into my ear. “This is my pussy, isn’t it? It was fucking made for me, wasn’t it? It’s sucking and gripping me so tight, just begging me to bust up in it and mark it as mine, isn’t it?”

I’m mewling and moaning right along with him, the filth of his words shamelessly turning me on even more, the pressure building and building until I’m crying out his name as waves of sensation crash over me.

“Damon!” I scream his name when the tidal wave hits me, my sex convulsing around him.

His breath catches, and his hands move to cup my ass as he continues to saw himself in and out of me, riding me through the waves. “That’s it. Open for me, baby,” he tells me, pumping into me faster now.

Sweat glistens on his skin, and his gray eyes blaze wildly down at me as he groans, “Fuck, Hadley, fuck! You’re mine!”

His possessive words send another ripple of pleasure through me, and I feel myself clenching up again.

He roars and then leans down to bite down on my shoulder savagely as he thrusts into me one last time and stills, holding himself deep.

I feel his hard length swelling before it bursts and pulses, his hot liquid pouring into me.

The hard muscles of his back ripple under my fingertips where I’m still clinging to him, and then he falls onto his side, scooping me up and pulling me with him.

He’s still seated deep within me as he gathers me close to his chest and places a kiss on my forehead, whispering, “Mine,” against my skin.

Yours, I want to tell him, but I’m too tired, too weak in the aftermath of our passion. I feel my eyes close, and I burrow my head against his chest as I succumb to the pull of sleep.

* * *

Damon

I don’t sleep. I can’t. I hold Hadley and stroke her hair. She’s a sleeping angel in my arms.

And she’s mine. Fucking mine. My dick starts to harden again just thinking about how she gave herself to me so perfectly, how she came all over my cock, her soft little mewls and pants in my ear.

Being inside her was even more incredible than I imagined. It was like being joined to the other half of my soul. I’m so much bigger than her. She’s so goddamned tiny, yet somehow she fits me perfectly.

I continue to pet her, my little sex kitten. I drink in the sight of her like a man starved for water. Her dark lashes lay against her porcelain skin. Her lips are red and swollen from my kisses. They’re slightly parted as she sleeps softly.

I want to sink into her again, but there’s no way I’m going to wake her when she’s sleeping so peacefully.

Plus, she’s probably sore after her first time. I wasn’t exactly gentle there near the end. I’m sure she’ll need time to recover. I’m not a small man by any means.

Claiming her changes everything and nothing. I’ll still do anything for her, but it’s like everything has been amplified times a million.

I was protective of her before, but add possessive on top of that now. I’m like a wild animal that’s found his mate and wants to stay glued next to her side at all times to ensure no one fucks with what’s his.

Jesus, I hope I don’t terrify her with my intensity, but I can’t help it. I tried to fucking tell her, but she asked for it, practically begged me for it, rubbing that sweet little cunt all over me.

As if she can feel my thoughts on her, she stirs in my arms and slowly blinks her eyes open.

When she sees me gazing down at her, she smiles shyly.

“Hi,” she says breathily.

“Hey, sweetheart,” my voice is so soft and tender I almost don’t recognize it, but I don’t give a fuck because that’s what she does to me.

“This is nice,” she says, burrowing closer to my chest.

I chuckle. “Glad you think so because I’m going to hold you like this every night from here on out, honey. You’re mine now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

I look down into her crystal blue eyes to try to gauge the impact my statement has on her, but I see nothing but contentment in her eyes. Thank Jesus.

“Promise?” she asks me, her expression trusting and hopeful, and my heart about bursts out of my chest. I’m thanking my lucky stars that this beautiful, perfect girl wants me. I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve her, but I’m going to spend every day for the rest of my life trying to be good enough for her.

“You’re goddamn right I promise,” I tell her. “Satan himself couldn’t drag me away from you, baby.” I’d fight the devil and all his demons, brave a nuclear bomb, go to hell and back, all just for the chance to be with her.

She smiles up at me, the perfect picture of innocence. She’s the only thing that’s right about this broken world.

And now that I’ve got her in my arms right where she belongs, I’m never letting go.