Chapter 244: The night is long
Eilika’s hand rested against his chest, her lips moving against his as she felt the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath her palm. A quiet desire built inside her, a silent wish for him to touch the places he hadn’t yet explored.
As if sensing her unspoken thoughts, Damian pulled away just enough to let them breathe. With slow movements, he slid the nightdress from her shoulders and removed the thin chemise, leaving her skin bare to the cool night air.
Eilika’s cheeks burned hot under the intensity of his gaze. Overwhelmed by a sudden wave of vulnerability, she tried to cross her arms to cover herself, but Damian caught both of her wrists in his hands. He guided her arms up, pinning them gently but firmly above her head against the mattress.
"Don’t cover yourself," he said, his voice dropping into a possessive undertone as his eyes locked onto hers.
"But I feel—"
He cut her off, silencing her protest by pressing his lips firmly against hers.
"Don’t be shy," he whispered against her mouth, his breath warm. "We are husband and wife. You are beautiful."
He trailed a kiss down to her chin, holding both of her wrists securely with just one of his hands. His free hand found her waist, his fingers moving slowly upward along her ribs, while his lips traced a path of hot, lingering kisses down her throat.
When his touch brushed the curve of her breast, Eilika let out a sharp gasp, her fingers twitching in his grasp as a sudden rush of heat spread through her body.
"Damian," she whispered his name, her eyes fluttering closed before opening again. Her mind empty of all thoughts except the overwhelming sensation of his touch.
A strange sensation started building up in the pit of her stomach, intensifying as she felt the rigid pressure of something hard pressing repeatedly against her thigh, driving her arousal even higher.
Damian shifted, his mouth finding her other breast and latching onto the aching peak.
Instantly, a sharp moan escaped her lips, making him smile against her skin. The hand anchoring her wrists tightened as she struggled to hold onto her sanity.
"Damian, what are you doing? Ah... ngh... ngh..." Her question dissolved into broken moans that echoed softly through the chamber.
Satisfied, Eilika was enjoying what he was doing as her moans kept growing, he did the same to her second breast before slowly releasing her hands. His own hands came to her waist, then hips, and he pulled off the nightdress that pooled near her hips from her legs.
Satisfied by her response, Damian continued to pleasure her, taking his time with her other breast as her moans grew louder in the quiet room.
Slowly, he released her wrists. His hands slid down to her waist, then her hips, working the bunched fabric of her nightdress down past her legs until it was discarded completely.
Instinctively, Eilika pressed her thighs tightly together. She was completely exposed before him now, with only the fabric of her undergarment covering her intimate region. Unable to hold his intense gaze any longer, she covered her face with both hands.
Damian smiled at her shyness. Leaning over her, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Want to be on top of me?" he whispered against her ear, nipping gently at her earlobe.
She yelped softly, her hands automatically dropping from her face. Before she could voice a refusal, Damian shifted his weight, reversing their positions in one smooth movement and pulling Eilika up on top of him.
Her bare chest pressed against his.
"Kiss me," Damian said, a grin playing on his lips as he looked up at her. "The night is long, and I still have a lot to teach you, wife."
His hand caressed her hair, then stayed there as Eilika leaned down to kiss him. The same hand soon moved to the back of her head, fingers threading through her strands and curling possessively. His other arm circled her waist, pulling her closer.
He deepened the kiss, opening her mouth wider, encouraging her to follow his lead. And she did.
Their tongues met and tangled, slow and hungry at first.
Eilika eventually pulled back slightly, breathing harder, but Damian wasn’t done.
His tongue traced her lips teasingly while his hand slid lower, gripping and squeezing her hip. The firm touch drew a moan from her that vibrated against his mouth.
His hot breath fanned across her chin as he trailed kisses down the side of her neck, then nipped at the sensitive skin there, clearly unconcerned about the mark he would leave behind.
Suddenly, Eilika pushed herself up. Her long hair fell forward, framing her flushed face and draping over her shoulders. One hand stayed pressed flat against his firm abdomen.
Damian sat up quickly to meet her. His mouth returned to her neck, sucking and biting gently as his hands once again cupped and fondled her breasts. She clung tightly to him just before he flipped their positions again, rolling her beneath him.
Damian shifted lower, settling between her legs on his knees. Eilika watched him with wide eyes, wondering what he was about to do.
He kept his gaze locked on hers as he untied the knots of her undergarments. When he pulled the last piece of fabric away, leaving her completely bare, Eilika’s shyness returned in full force.
"Don’t stare..." she whispered, trying to pull her knees together.
Damian gently but firmly parted her thighs again. "Want to know what happens next?"
"Huh?"
Before she could process his words, his mouth descended on her core. Eilika let out a loud, startled moan, her back arching sharply off the bed. She cried out his name, but made no move to stop him. Her hand moving to his head, pulling onto his hair.
"Damian, it’s dirty," she complained.
"No, it’s not," he mumbled, again doing the same.
An unfamiliar pleasure surged through her body with every stroke of his tongue. Her thighs trembled, and her entire frame jolted with sharp waves of sensation she had never known existed.
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