Page 43 of Daman
He leaned in closer, bringing his warmth with him. His scent hit me harder too, a combination of the soap he’d used in the shower and his own unique musk. The intensity of his gaze held me captive. The light green irises had faint traces of gold around the pupil, something I hadn’t noticed before.
“Was I your first kiss?”
Not trusting my voice, I could only nod.
“How old are you?”
Dragons were immortal and stopped physically aging upon their twenty-fifth birthday. I’d heard it was the same for the Nephilim too. He didn’t mean my physical age though.
“Six hundred.”
His surprise grew. “So for six hundred years, you’ve denied yourself sex. Intimacy. Love. Weren’t you lonely? Horny as fuck?”
“When I need a release, I take care of it myself. As for being lonely, no. I have Nikolai, his children, Armen, and the warriors in my army. I also have my books.”
“A book won’t give you out-of-this-world orgasms and pound you so good you can’t walk straight for days.”
“Depends on the book.”
Daman laughed again.
“Why does me being a virgin please you? Don’t most people prefer experienced partners?”
“Because it means no one else has ever had you.” He brought his face so close I felt his breath on my lips. Heat spread to my groin as he moved his hands to the tops of my thighs. “My kiss. My touch. They’re all you’ve known. I’m the only one who’s had this with you. Fuck.” He slowly breathed out, eyes briefly shutting. When they opened again, he looked ravenous. “Envy is practically purring.”
His close proximity made me tingle all over. “I have a confession to make. When I said earlier I’ve never met anyone I wanted to be intimate with, it wasn’t the full truth.” I caressed his jaw with my fingertip. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before, Daman. Something about you draws me in like a moth to a flame. I want to touch you. I want to taste you. Only you.”
“Then taste me.”
Daman’s lips slanted over mine, and I accepted the kiss, deepened it.
I could take a foe’s head clean off their shoulders with ease, but kissing him was uncharted territory. I was uncertain of so many things. Self-conscious. Was I doing it right?
“Get out of your head,” he murmured, fingers curling in my hair. “Just let your body take over.”
I grabbed his face with both hands and brought him with me as I fell to my back, shuddering as he straddled my hips. The friction as he rolled his body on mine had me panting. It was intense, even with clothing separating us. I couldn’t even imagine how it’d be once those clothes came off. The rippling pleasure as his ass rubbed my cock took away all coherent thought, and I gripped his waist, trembling beneath him.
“I’ve never had a virgin before.” Daman grazed his teeth along my jaw before sucking on my earlobe. I emitted a strange sound, one I’d never heard myself make before. I felt him smile before he ground his ass down on me harder. “Fuck. Your dick is so damn hard. I turn you on that much?”
“Yes.” My lungs burned as I struggled to breathe.
“Good.”
Daman’s mouth slammed to mine, and he pushed his tongue past my lips. That strange sound left me again, this time deeper. Rougher. My fingers slid beneath the hem of his shirt and pressed against the warm skin of his lower back.
The night my father appointed me as head commander of the army, Lev had convinced me to down a half pint of vodka during the celebration. The one and only time I’d ever been drunk. As Daman rutted against me, our lips and tongues sliding together, my head spun just like it’d done back then, except for this time, lust coursed through me too.
I wanted him with every ounce of my being.
Needed him.
He licked the seam of my mouth before pulling back, his lids heavy. “Do you want me to ride your cock, Warrin?”
Gods.
“Yes,” I said, my voice rough. The delirious haze clouding my mind cleared a bit, though, when he grabbed the bottom of my shirt. I took hold of his wrists, stopping him from lifting it. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong?”
