Page 22 of Obsidian Desire

Damian’s eyes blazed with desire as he lifted her leg high, putting it over his shoulder and spreading her wide open. Kaelis gasped, still clinging to his neck, her body bent in a ballet-like position as he held her effortlessly. His massive, hard dick pressed against her soaked entrance.

With one powerful thrust, Damian sheathed himself fully inside her, making her scream in pleasure against his mouth. He started to fuck her hard and fast, the warm water cascading down their bodies as they kissed deeply, tongues intertwined. The sound of their wet bodies slapping together echoed through the shower.

“Mmmph, your pussy is so fucking tight, Kaelis,” Damian grunted between kisses, his hands gripping her ass hard as he pounded into her.

Her large breasts pressed against his chest, feeling the pressure of them squishing together. She moaned loudly, “Yeah?”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck… I can’t… I can’t take it!” Kaelis cried out, nails digging into his back as her hips bucked wildly against him. Her legs shook uncontrollably on his shoulders, and dirty words spilled from her lips. “Fuck me harder! Harder!”

“The fuck you want, baby? My cock deeper? Harder?” Damian growled, gripping her hips harder, nails digging into her soft flesh. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against her ass filled the steamy bathroom. He reached one hand up to squeeze her heaving breast roughly.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!” Kaelis screamed, her body convulsing as she felt her orgasm building.

Damian grunted, his hips moving faster and harder. “Cum with me, baby. Milk my cock with that tight pussy,” he demanded.

With one final thrust, they both cried out in release, their kisses becoming sloppy and desperate as they came together. Kaelis’s inner walls clenched tightly around Damian’s throbbing length, drawing out his thick, warm seed. They kissed deeply, panting hard as they stayed connected under the warm shower.

When the intensity finally began to wane, Damian pulled back slightly, his hands still cradling her waist. His breathing was heavy, matching hers as they stood under the cascade of water. “You amaze me,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against her damp skin. Kaelis smiled, her chest swelling with emotion. “I think the feeling is mutual,” she replied, her voice laced with affection.

Damian reached for a towel hanging just outside the shower, wrapping it around Kaelis before tending to himself. He guided her to the bench near the counter, sitting beside her as they caught their breath. “That was… unexpected,” Kaelis admitted, her cheeks flushing. Damian chuckled, his hand resting lightly on her knee. “Sometimes the best things are,” he said, his tone warm.

As they dried off and dressed, the lightness of the moment remained, but there was an undeniable shift in the air. The connection they shared felt deeper now, rooted in trust and mutual admiration. Damian handed Kaelis a fresh glass of water, his gaze steady as he watched her sip. “You’ve come so far,” he said softly. “I hope you know how proud I am of you.” Kaelis felt her chest tighten with emotion, her smile smallbut genuine. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

They moved to the living room, settling onto the plush couch with cups of tea. The silence between them was comfortable, and the bond forged in the shower was now a tangible thread connecting them. Damian reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers as he spoke. “You’re incredible, Kaelis. And not just for what happened tonight—for everything. Your strength, your trust… it means the world to me.”

Kaelis looked up at him, her heart full as she searched for the right words. “I’ve never felt like this before,” she admitted. “With anyone.” Damian’s expression softened, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand. “Neither have I,” he said simply, his voice filled with quiet conviction. The honesty in his words made Kaelis’s heart swell, and she realized that whatever lay ahead, she was ready to face it with him.

Chapter eighteen

Breaking Down Walls

KaelisMonroesatonthe edge of Damian Blackthorn’s plush bed, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her silk robe. The ambient light from the nearby lamps cast a warm glow across the room, but it did little to ease the knot of anxiety forming in her chest. She had been vulnerable with Damian in so many ways, but this felt different—more raw, more exposing. Damian stood a few feet away, his sharp, dark eyes softening as he noticed her hesitation. “Talk to me,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “What’s on your mind?”

Kaelis hesitated, her gaze dropping to her hands. “I don’t know,” she said quietly, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her uncertainty.

Damian crossed the room in a few measured steps, kneeling in front of her so he could meet her eyes. “You do know,” he said gently. “And whatever it is, you can tell me.” His steadypresence was like a balm, encouraging her to speak even as her insecurities warred for control.

She took a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… sometimes I wonder if you see me the way I see myself.”

Damian tilted his head, his brow furrowing slightly. “And how do you see yourself?” He asked, his tone devoid of judgment.

Kaelis hesitated again, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I’m not perfect,” she admitted. “I don’t look like some of the women here—like Isolde or anyone else you’ve been with.”

Damian’s expression softened further, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. “Kaelis,” he murmured, reaching for her hand. “You’re comparing yourself to shadows. None of them matter. You matter.” She glanced up at him, her eyes searching his for reassurance. “But what if I’m not enough?” she asked, her voice trembling.

The vulnerability in her words was palpable, and Damian’s jaw tightened though his eyes remained kind.

“You are more than enough,” he said firmly, his voice laced with conviction. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll spend as long as it takes to prove it to you.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “But first, I need you to trust me when I say this: there’s not a single part of you I don’t desire.” His words were like a lifeline, pulling her back from the spiral of self-doubt.

Damian rose from his position on the floor, gently guiding Kaelis to stand. His hands moved to her waist, his touch grounding and reassuring. “I want you to see what I see,” he said softly. He led her to the large, ornate mirror on the far wall, positioning her in front of it. Kaelis hesitated; her reflection was a stark reminder of her insecurities. But Damian’s hands remained steady on her hips, his voice grounding her. “Look at yourself,” he said. “Really look.”

Kaelis’s gaze flickered to the mirror, her breath catching as Damian pressed closer behind her. “You see flaws,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “But I see strength. I see curves that make my hands ache to touch you. I see softness that calls to me.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, her chest tightening with a mix of emotion and arousal. Damian’s hands began to explore her body, his movements reverent.

Damian spun her around roughly, gripping the back of her neck possessively. “Fuck mirrors,” he growled, his eyes darkening with desire. “I wanna see you break.” He tore her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Her breasts heaved against her lace bra, nipples hard.

“Turn around,” he commanded, spinning her back to face the mirror. He unhooked her bra in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor. One hand slid up to squeeze her breast while the other snaked down her stomach, slipping into her panties. “Look at yourself.”

Damian hooked his fingers in her underwear and slowly dragged it down her legs, revealing her curvy hips, her flat stomach, and her toned thighs. He kicked her underwear aside and steppedcloser, his large hands gripping her hips possessively as he spread her legs apart. “Step wider.”

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