LILY POV
The moment Damien carried me into his bedroom, everything in me trembled—not from fear, but from a dangerous anticipation I couldn't quite control. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us off from the world outside. The silence in the room was suffocating, heavy with expectation. I could feel it, every inch of it, in the way he held me—possessive, yet almost reverent.
The bedroom was immaculate, the bed large and imposing in the center of the room, surrounded by sleek furniture and soft lighting. The city skyline outside shimmered like a thousand eyes watching us, but in Damien's presence, it felt as though everything outside of this room no longer mattered.
He set me down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands still holding me as if afraid I might slip away. His gaze never wavered, dark and intense, as though he was reading me, understanding me in a way no one ever had.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice hushed, but it resonated through me like a command. "But I want more than just the surface."
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering in my chest as his words sank in. Damien wasn't just talking about the physical, the obvious. There was something darker, deeper, beneath his gaze—a hunger I couldn't quite name but felt in every corner of my body.
He stepped back, just enough to give me space, but not enough to let me feel anything but his presence. His fingers hovered over his shirt buttons, slow, deliberate, his gaze still locked on mine. There was no rush. He was taking his time, savoring this moment.
My breath hitched as I watched him. I'd seen this before—his power, his control—but it had never been directed at me in this way. Not this way. Not with this intensity.
Finally, Damien unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hard lines of his chest, the taut muscles beneath his skin. His eyes never left me as he tossed the shirt aside. Every movement was fluid, calculated, as though this moment had been planned long before I had ever stepped foot into his world. And I couldn't look away. The magnetism between us was suffocating, and I couldn't breathe without him in my space.
"You've been running from me, Lily," he said, his voice low, dangerous. "But I see it now. You can't deny it any longer."
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words never came. He was right. I had been running. From him, from myself, from this dark, intoxicating pull between us that I had been trying to ignore. But now, in this room, with him so close, there was nowhere to hide.
Damien reached down, his fingers brushing lightly against my thigh. The touch was so gentle, so deliberate, that it sent a jolt of heat racing through my body. I shivered, but I didn't pull away. I couldn't.
"You want this," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I know you do."
The certainty in his voice was like a knife to my chest, cutting through the last of my resistance. He was right. I did want this. I wanted him. In ways I wasn't prepared to admit, even to myself.
Slowly, Damien's hands moved up, tracing the curves of my body, each touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My breath quickened, and I felt my body betray me, responding to him even though my mind was still spinning, still caught in the whirlwind of our tangled emotions.
"Damien," I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper. But it was enough for him to hear. Enough to make him stop for just a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied me.
"Say it again," he demanded, his voice dark and low. "Say my name like you mean it."
I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. But there was no denying it anymore. "Damien," I said again, louder this time, more sure of myself. His lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile.
"Gosh. Ive wanted to hear that for soo long, Lily," he murmured, his hands gripping the hem of my dress and pulling it slowly over my head. The fabric slid off my skin, and suddenly I was exposed to him, every inch of me bared and vulnerable. He didn't look away, didn't even blink, as if I was exactly what he had been waiting for.
His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his body hard and firm against mine. And yet, despite the hunger in his eyes, there was something soft about the way he touched me—gentle, almost reverent. His hands slid up to my breasts, and I gasped as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin.
He was claiming me, piece by piece, with every touch, every caress, every heated breath between us. And I couldn't pull away. I didn't want to.
Damien's lips trailed down my neck, his kisses soft at first, then growing more demanding, more urgent. His teeth scraped against my skin, and I arched into him, my fingers digging into his shoulders. His hands moved lower, sliding over my hips and down to the waistband of my panties. The touch of his fingertips against my skin made me shudder, a wave of electricity rippling through me.
I wasn't prepared for the intensity of his kiss when he captured my lips again. His mouth was brutal, claiming, taking without apology. But there was something more in that kiss. A tenderness that broke through the darkness. He pulled me closer, his hands sliding between my legs, forcing me open in a way that made my breath catch in my throat.
"You've been teasing me, Lily," he said, his voice rough, his breath hot against my ear. "Now, I'm going to take what's mine."
I could feel the tension coiling in my core, a knot of anticipation that had been tightening since the moment we had stepped into this room. I was trembling, every nerve in my body alight, but there was no turning back now. Not when Damien was between my legs, not when I was so far gone that I couldn't remember what it felt like to breathe without him.
His fingers found me, pushing into me slowly, carefully, as if testing the waters. But I was ready. I wanted him. Desperately.
When he pushed his length inside me I gasped and as he went deeper, the feeling of him inside me was overwhelming. The heat. The pressure. It was all-consuming.
I moaned in pleasure as my hands went flying to his back, digging into his skin as the pleasure rippled through me in waves. Damien held me tight, his pace slow but steady, driving me toward the edge. He was relentless, never giving me a moment to catch my breath, his eyes locked onto mine as he claimed me, piece by piece.
The sensation of him moving inside me was a fire that spread through my entire body, a fire I couldn't stop, no matter how hard I tried. Every thrust, every stroke, was like a piece of my control slipping away, until there was nothing left but him, and the all-consuming need to be with him.
"You feel so good," he murmured, his voice rough as his hands gripped my hips, forcing me to meet his every movement. "So fucking perfect."
iI couldn't deny anymore, the way my body responded to him, how every part of me seemed to crave him in ways I had never imagined. There was no holding back now, no pretending anymore.
I wanted him. I wanted all of him.
He thrust into me harder, his hands gripping me tightly as he drove me further into the madness. My mind was spinning, my body trembling with pleasure, my fingers digging into his back as I struggled to keep up. The tension inside me was building again, faster this time, stronger, until I couldn't hold back anymore.
I came undone beneath him, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Damien's name escaped me in a desperate cry as I fell apart in his arms, the pleasure so intense it left me breathless, almost unable to breathe.
But Damien didn't stop. He kept going, pushing me higher, deeper into the abyss, until I was lost completely in the sensation of him inside me. When he finally reached his own release, he whispered my name in a low, guttural tone, his body shuddering as he collapsed beside me.
I was breathless, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to catch my breath. But there was no time for rest. Not yet. Damien was still watching me, his eyes dark and possessive.
"You're mine baby," he said, his voice soft but final. "Now, and forever."
I didn't respond right away. I couldn't.