Chapter Five

Damon

"Your parents seem like nice people," Dana says, a small smile lingering on her pretty face as she stares at the breathtaking view from the balcony of the room assigned to us in my parents' estate.

I, on the other hand, can't stop staring at her.

She looks ravishing tonight. On the way down here, we stopped at a beauty store where they did a total makeover for Dana. Not like I'd change anything about her, but we both agreed that we needed to look as believable as possible. The hairstylist did something to her hair; the long, shiny curls cascade down her shoulders in thick wavy curls that accentuate her beautiful oval face. For her dress, she'd chosen a gorgeous red gown with a slit running up to her thigh and a neckline just low enough to drive me crazy.

Right now, I'm barely fighting the urge to keep my hands to myself.

"You don't seem to agree with me," she says, turning her body slightly to search my face.

The wind carries her soft jasmine scent and it envelopes me, teasing my senses and rendering me momentarily incapable of rational thought.

"Quite a number of people seem to think so," I finally say, keeping my voice leveled.

"You don't agree?"

"They're my parents, but I don't really know them," I reply with a casual shrug. "Mother is always on some charity medical trip, and Father… Well, let's just say we never see eye to eye."

I never talk in-depth about my relationship with my parents to anyone, but somehow I find it easy to talk to her. Liberating, even.

"He's never really cared about what I want," I continue when it seems like she's waiting for me to. "He never cared about my person. To him, I'm just a tool to be trained to carry on the family's wealth and legacy. I refuse to become a puppet on his strings." I look away from her as a heaviness settles on my chest. "But look at me now, conveniently dancing to his tune."

"I'm sorry," she says quietly after a few seconds of silence.

I frown slightly at her. "Why?"

She shrugs, a delicate movement of her slender shoulders. "It seems like I might have judged you a little too harshly. It just seemed… like you had it all. I was wrong; you have your share of struggles like everyone else."

Her words touch a part of me that I never knew existed until that moment. I never cared about being misunderstood in the past, but for some reason, it feels good to finally be acknowledged by someone. To be… seen.

"We should go in now," I say, clearing my throat lightly to get rid of the knot forming in it. "It's getting cold."

"Yeah, we should."

Once inside the room, I throw my jacket over the sofa arm and sit with a tired sigh. "Sorry about the room arrangements. You can sleep on the bed. I'll take the sofa."

"We could share the bed…" she says with a hesitant shrug.

"That's a bad idea, kitty," I say, amused and intrigued by her naivety. "Because I don't think I can control whatever comes after."

"What are you talking about?"

"I want you, Dana," I say, pinning her gaze with mine as I lean forward in my seat. "You feel it, don't you? This attraction between us… We've been dancing around it in the past few days."

She swallows visibly, her cheeks turning into a pretty shade of red. "I… I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you do," I drawl, standing and walking toward her. I hook an arm around her waist, gently jerking her against my chest. A soft gasp escapes her parted lips, but she makes no move to escape my hold.

"I've barely held myself back from ripping this gorgeous dress off you all evening," I murmur, trailing my fingers over the neckline of her dress. Her breath hitches, but still, she made no effort to step away.

"I want you, Dana," I repeat, keeping my voice leveled. "I want you with an intensity that's beyond reasoning. I've dreamt about putting you in sixty-nine positions in sixty-nine minutes, and I constantly imagine what it'd be like to be inside of you… to fuck you. Hard. Slow. All while I watch your pretty eyes dilate with passion."

I step away from her, jamming my hands in my pockets in a bid to curb the overwhelming lust running through my veins.

"Now, kitty… Do you still want to share a bed with me?"

She remains quiet for a while, then shocks me by closing the distance between us. She raises her eyes to mine, giving me a full view of that majestic, daunting spirit within.

"And what if I say yes?" she asks, her gaze unwavering.

"Dana…"

"I've been thinking about you too," she says, gingerly pressing her right palm over my heart as if to feel it beat. "A lot."

"Damn, kitty," I mutter as blood instantly rushes from my brain to my dick. "You can't torture me like this…"

"Kiss me, Damon," she interrupts, slowly wrapping her arms around my neck. "I want this."

I seize her mouth in a hard, almost punishing kiss, backing her up until she hits the bed, pulling me with her. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, loving her eager acceptance. Her hands are everywhere: my shoulders, my hair, running down my arms…

And when we finally pull apart, we stare intensely at each other, our breaths labored.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask, searching her face.

She nods, her eyes filled with conviction. "Yes, I am."

I lower my mouth to her neck, trailing kisses down her shoulders to her breastbone. "You don't know how much I thought about ripping this dress off you all day."

"That'd be such a waste," Dana says, arching lightly when I run my hand down her stomach to her hip. "I really like the dress."

"I'll buy you a million prettier dresses," I say, bunching the dress up around her thighs. "As long as I get to rip them all off of you."

My pulse quickens as I catch a glimpse of her lacy panties, their black color a stark, sexy contrast to her milky skin.

A soft gasp escapes her as I run my right hand along the inside of her thigh. Her skin feels smooth beneath my palm. I replace my hands with my mouth, kissing my way up her thighs. Her scent fills up my nostrils, heady and intoxicating.

"You smell so good, kitty," I murmur, raising her left leg over my shoulder to give myself more access. A slight shiver wracks her body as I graze my fingers over her lace panties. "I want to eat you up so badly…"

I bury my nose in the crook of her thighs, then swipe my tongue over her bud, tasting her through the lace. She moans softly, an erotic sound that only serves to drive me over the edge.

Hooking my index finger into the edge of her panties, I pull them aside to reveal her wet, pink cunt. She gasps my name as I capture her clitoris in my mouth. I suckle hard, and she lets out a muffled scream. Her fingers find their way into my hair as she writhes uncontrollably beneath me.

I slide a finger into her and – God, she feels so tight.

She seems to tense a little, but instantly goes lax when I tease my tongue over her clitoris. I start to move my finger within her while sucking greedily. She starts to grind into my face, her movements slow and awkward at first. Gradually, she starts to gain momentum until she's created a maddening rhythm.

I can feel my dick throbbing painfully, but I'm determined to make her come. So I continue to fuck her with my tongue and finger until she becomes a quivering mess.

Then I rise swiftly to seal my mouth over hers, giving her a taste of herself. Without taking my lips off hers, I reach between us and rip open the top of her dress. Her nipples, hard as rock, poke my chest, and I fasten my mouth over the nearest one. With one hand fondling her unoccupied breast, I unfasten my buckle with the other, releasing myself. I pump my length once, twice, and then I plunge into her in one hard thrust.

She screams – a blood-curdling cry that effectively penetrates the haze in my head. I freeze inside of her and look at her face. Her eyes are tightly shut, and her expression is set in deep pain. I stare at her, confused and more than a little scared.

Scared that I've hurt her.

Then it rushes up at me all at once: the awkward movements, her unnatural tightness, and the bead of sweat forming on her forehead.

"Oh, fuck," I mutter to myself as realization dawns slowly on me. "Are you – you've never done this before, have you?"

She opens her eyes slowly and shakes her head. "N-no."

I close my eyes, letting out a long string of curses. How stupid can I be? I should have known…

"I- I'm sorry," she says, her quiet voice penetrating through the mist that's starting to form in my head. "I should have told you…"

"Why didn't you?" I ask, keeping my voice even to avoid sounding accusatory.

"I was scared," she replies in a small voice. "And ashamed. I bet I'm the only twenty-six-year-old virgin in the whole world."

"Oh, baby…" I say, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "This only makes you so much more special. I'm so sorry for hurting you."

"You're not angry?" she asks, peering at me from under her lashes.

"Fuck, no. I'm glad that you chose to share yourself with me in this way, Dana," I say, smiling into her eyes. "I'm honored to be your first. I understand if you don't want to continue…"

"No!" she says quietly, holding up her hand. Then she slowly drops her raised hand, blushing furiously. "I-I want to continue."

I kiss her forehead again as I start to move inside of her, slowly this time. "Let me know if you feel uncomfortable and you want me to stop."

"Damon?"

"Hmm?"

"You're moving awfully slow," she says, her tone laced with amusement. "I'm not going to break; can you go… any faster?"

"Oh."

She laughs and I join in, surprised that she can make jokes at this time. I stare at her face, taking in the twinkle in her gorgeous green eyes as she laughs.

"God, you're so beautiful."

Holding her gaze, I slide slowly out of her, just to the tip, then slam into her again. She lets out a loud gasp, unconsciously thrusting her hips upwards. She proceeds to wrap her legs around me, locking her ankles behind my back.

"You sure know how to kill man, kitty."

I start to slam hard into her, shamelessly taking what she's offering.

She feels so tight.

And so wet.

I don't see myself holding up for long.

"Oh, baby… you feel so good," I mutter through clenched teeth.

Her breaths are coming out in short pants now, and her nails digging painfully into my back. Each stroke, each thrust seems to take me deeper. The combined sounds of our moans fill the room, harsh and raw.

Suddenly, Dana cries my name, her pussy was clenching sporadically as her body grows taut.

"Oh, come for me, kitty," I mutter, slamming harder into her. Faster.

I throw my head backward, letting myself go in the sea of pleasure coursing through my body, giving as much as I'm taking.

She lets out an unfiltered scream as her body starts to convulse, burying her teeth in my shoulders as a powerful wave of orgasm overcomes her.

I'm not long behind. My seed erupts inside of her with a force that has me gripping the sheets for dear life. The climax goes on and on, and it's a long time before we both come down from the high.

And we lay there together, limbs intertwined and with our damp clothes between us. Spent as fuck.