Chapter 295: Wasting Time II*
"It’s hardly a waste," I said, my lips curling as my eyes scanned him up and down.
This was hardly the first time I had witnessed him in all his glory. After all, we had more than one scandalous night spent together― and sometimes, it wasn’t just the nights that were filled with pleasure but the days as well. However, every single time Damon Valentine stood in front of me felt as though it was the first.
No matter how much I tried to deny it, there was an unbearable attraction I had towards him, mate bond or not. Even without the pull the Moon Goddess had cast upon us for each other, Damon was still built like a Greek god.
My lips parted, slowly savoring the visual spectacle he was putting up before me. There wasn’t even an inch of spare fat on his body. Thin veins could be seen on his lower torso, where the sharp ’v’ shape led down to where his manhood was.
Without warning, he had closed the gap between us, pulling me closer to him and forcing our eyes to meet. I had to tear away my line of sight from his body and look straight into his eyes. The ocean blue color was beguiling, and from the second our gazes locked, I felt as though I had been plunged into a trance.
"You have all the time in the world to look," he murmured against my lips, close enough to touch, but still a hair’s breadth away from a proper kiss. "But tease me any longer, little bunny, and I will make sure the whole of Thunderstrike will hear you moaning my name."
I shivered at his words, that threat sounding more like a tempting promise in the heat of my desire. There was no longer any form of rationality in my mind― only ravenous hunger and an unquenchable thirst for the man before me.
Without another word, I leaned in, closing the gap between us. The moment our lips touched, Damon responded with equal fervor, his hand reaching for the back of my head to deepen the kiss we shared. His tongue danced across my lips, parting them and snaking in halfway through. Meanwhile, his other hand snaked to the waistband of my panties.
"It’s a little unfair, isn’t it?" he asked just as we broke apart for a gasp of air, his tone breathless. His eyes were laden with lust and his lips were a bright red due to the intensity of our kiss― I was sure I looked the same.
"Whatever is?"
"How you’re still clothed―" he said pointedly.
He then led my hand over to his member. I jolted a little in surprise as it throbbed in my hand. I could even feel a little dribble of precum coating his tip, leaking from the excitement.
"―while I am not. Perhaps we should fix that."
A giggle unusual to my behavior escaped my lips. Feeling brave, I moved to one side, making use of Damon’s let-down guard to push him onto the bed. He bounced a little against the mattress when his back hit it, his eyes widening with surprise. But when I crawled on top of him, his expression changed to a knowing look.
I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his arousal seemingly growing even further as I sat down on his lap, holding his member in my hands. Leaning down, I stuck out my tongue and ran it against the base of his cock all the way to the tip.
A hiss of pleasure escaped Damon as he tilted his head back, his fingers digging into my sheets, creating wrinkles in the covers.
"Fuck, Harper..."
"Maybe you’ll be the one moaning my name for all of Thunderstrike to hear," I teasingly said, casually tossing his words back as I slowly stroked him, making sure to pay a little extra special attention to the sensitive notch of skin right under the tip of his cock.
His hips jerked up abruptly, desperate for more than just the slightest of touch, but I wasn’t willing to give him more than that quite just yet. I grinned, straightening my back and keeping my face away from his member while Damon looked at me, his eyes glazed over with unbidden lust.
Was this why Damon loved to be in control? The sight of him at my mercy, writhing under my hands sent my blood rushing, the heat of my body turned up so high that I thought my chest was about to explode with sheer excitement.
"Beg for it," I muttered, a coy smile toying on my lips. I shifted my hips a little, positioning myself right on Damon’s hips, pressing his rock-hard member up against my behind.
"I want you," he confessed, his voice breathless and almost even strained. "Fuck, I want to feel you so badly. Please―"
That was good enough for me. Even I had little to no self-control left― my core was aching for our connection, begging to feel him.
I positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance, rubbing it against the lips as Damon heavily exhaled. A shiver of delight thrummed through my entire body as it brushed past the most sensitive spots, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
Then, in one swift motion, I sat down, allowing him to be sheathed entirely inside me without slowly easing it in. Instantly, our unified gasps of pleasure resonated across the room.
After a second of reprieve, I began to rock my hips, my head tilting back in delight whenever he pressed against my G-spot inside. Damon’s hands didn’t stay idle either. He had one hand on my bum and the other on my lower belly, gently pressing down. When he did, I could feel his outline even more clearly inside me, poking deep in my stomach with each stroke.
"Harper..." My name left Damon’s lips in a throaty groan, and I grinned as I watched his eyes roll back in bliss.
Damon’s hips soon gained a life of its own. He began to thrust in tune with my movements, meeting me at the halfway point. Each time, his tip would knock against my cervix, the sensation a mix of pain and utter ecstasy.
Even his hands had tightened their grip, and eventually, both of his hands were cupping my cheeks, practically lifting me up and down in quicker, more dramatic strokes.
"Damon..." I moaned, my breaths quickening as I felt my climax very quickly approaching, arousal and desire crawling through my body, threatening to take control. "I’m close."
"Cum for me, baby," he murmured.
He sat up, tugging me even closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Like this, it was more than easy for our lips to meet, colliding in a kiss that sent butterflies across my body wherever he touched.
"I want to feel you cum with me," he muttered against my lips, his eyes hooded over but remaining locked with my gaze. It felt like there was an invisible string that kept us together.
His words were like a command, and with one last final thrust, I was sent hurtling over the edge, my mind going blank. Damon groaned as I tightened around him, and I could feel him pulse against my walls. I knew that he had found his pleasure as well, but he continued to push through my entire climax, grinding his hips continuously until I eventually came down from my high.
Even as we both calmed down from our climaxes, our bodies remained glued to one another. My arms were still around him and his hands remained firmly on my body. I felt his fingers glide up from my bum to my lower back, gently pulling me closer, if that was even possible.
He swallowed heavily, and I did too, my mouth suddenly feeling immensely dry after our activities together.
"I―" he started to say, but eventually stopped himself short, his lips pursed tightly together.
I waited patiently, not saying a word to break his train of thought. Eventually, Damon spoke again.
He said instead, "I’ll come bring you home very soon."
