Chapter 155: Chapter 155 It’s my fault
Damian’s POV
I was still breathing hard, my cock twitching inside her as I savored the last waves of my orgasm.
I lifted her off the window, supporting her weight against my chest, and looked down at what I’d done.
She was a mess. A beautiful, perfect mess.
My seed was dripping down her thighs, mixed with her own arousal, pooling on the floor beneath us.
Her pussy was red and swollen, her lips chafed from the force of my thrusts. I’d been too rough. Too eager.
Fuck. I went too far.
"Hey." I shifted her in my arms, carrying her toward the bed. "I’ve got you, baby."
She didn’t respond. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and even. She’d passed out.
Guilt stabbed through me like a knife. I laid her gently on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin even though she was still naked underneath. I didn’t want her to get cold.
I knelt beside the bed, lifting her legs and examining the damage more closely. I needed to get that bullet vibrator out of her. She couldn’t sleep with that thing inside her.
But the moment my fingers touched her entrance, she clenched down, her body still sensitive and reactive even in sleep.
The vibrator was lodged deep inside, held tight by her contracting walls.
This was going to hurt her if I tried to force it.
I pulled my fingers back and made a decision. Instead of trying to dig it out, I lowered my head between her legs and started licking.
The taste of her hit my tongue immediately—sweet and musky and utterly intoxicating.
I lapped at her folds, spreading her open with my tongue, working the soft flesh until it was loose and wet again.
My tongue found the string and I pulled gently, working the vibrator toward the opening. She whimpered in her sleep, shifting her hips against my mouth, and I groaned against her flesh.
Even unconscious, she knew what she wanted. Knew what felt good.
I kept pulling, kept licking, and finally the vibrator slid free into my hand. I set it aside and went back to cleaning her up, drinking down every last drop of her arousal like a man dying of thirst.
When I was done, I lifted my head and looked at her. She was still asleep, her face flushed, her lips slightly parted. Beautiful. Innocent. Perfect.
I reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face, letting my fingers linger on her warm cheek.
"Little slut," I murmured, but there was no heat in the words. Only affection. "Couldn’t even stay awake for me."
She stirred, mumbling something unintelligible, and shifted in her sleep. Her legs pressed together, rubbing against each other, and I watched as she started grinding against the covers.
Even half-conscious, she was chasing pleasure.
"Fuck me," I muttered, half-laughing. "You’re still horny, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of daddy’s cock."
I was tempted. So fucking tempted. She looked so perfect lying there, her body still open and wanting, her cunt practically begging to be filled again.
But I couldn’t. Not tonight. I’d already pushed her too far.
"You’re going to be sore tomorrow," I said, mostly to myself. "And it’s my fault."
I kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips—soft and gentle, nothing like the brutal claiming from before.
"I’m sorry, sweetheart. Daddy got carried away."
I stood up and headed to the bathroom, filling a basin with warm water and grabbing a soft cloth.
I spent the next few minutes cleaning her up properly, wiping away the evidence of our passion, making sure she was comfortable.
Then I found the ointment in the nightstand—the special healing balm I’d had the pack healers prepare for just these occasions—and applied it to her swollen flesh. She flinched even in her sleep, and I muttered apologies under my breath.
"Shh, baby. Almost done."
I applied more than necessary, making sure every sore spot was covered, before pulling the covers back over her.
Then I climbed in beside her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close.
"Sleep, baby girl," I whispered against her hair. "Daddy’s got you."
She snuggled into my chest without waking, her body instinctively seeking my warmth, and I felt something shift in my chest.
This woman. This perfect, impossible woman.
She was mine. Completely and utterly mine.
And I was going to spend the rest of my life making sure she knew how much she was loved.
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