Page 20 of Beyond the Storm
“Only with me,” he repeated. “I like the sound of that.”
I kissed the top of his shoulder that was exposed from the oversized sweater he wore. “What are you drawing?”
“My heart.” Daman turned the tablet so I could see. It was a realistic illustration of me holding Sorin. In it, our son smiled up at me as he reached for my face, and I kissed his little fingers.
A burning started in the center of my chest. “It’s beautiful.”
He held my gaze for a moment before dropping it back to the screen. The corner of his lips, though subtle, upturned. “Where’s our little guy?”
“I just put him down for his nap.”
“Oh?” Daman arched his brow as he took another sip.
That look. I knew it well. Fire sparked in my core and fanned out, racing through my veins.
Daman set the tablet and cup of coffee aside before straddling my lap. He smiled down at me before lightly kissing my mouth. His fingers grazed the side of my head and curled in the short strands of my hair.
The warm and earthy scent of his skin settled over my soul. The taste of him on my tongue as we kissed consumed me. My inner dragon growled low, a possessive sound that reverberated in my chest.
“I love that,” he said between kisses. “I love how much you want me.”
“Need, not want,” I corrected. I had never known the touch or kiss of another. But I had no desire to. My heart, soul, and body belonged to Daman. Only to him.
The rolling of his hips brought forth another growl, and I slid my hands to his backside. He wore sweats, giving me easy access. My hand dipped into the back of his pants, and he shuddered as I teased his crack with the pad of my middle finger.
“We need supplies,” I said.
Daman blew out a laugh against my lips. “Supplies. Gods, I love you.”
I stood from the window seat, picking him up with me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and bit at my cheek. My feisty little kitten. I stepped over to the fireplace and lowered him onto the rug in front of it.
“I have some great memories of this rug,” he said, staring up at me with a heated look in his eyes. That heat pierced my core and gathered in my groin. “We should definitely make a few more.”
I ran my hands up his thighs. His legs were still secured around me. “You’ll need to release me first.”
“What if I don’t?”
I slowly ground my hips forward, pressing my hardening bulge against his. “Then you won’t get this.”
Daman made an annoyed little sound in his throat before lowering his legs from my waist. “Fine. You win. Go grab oursuppliesand then get your sexy ass back here.” He slightly turned his head and shot me a half-cocked smile. “That’s an order, Commander.”
My breath hitched at the sight of him. He was too beautiful. Both inside and out. I dropped another kiss to his mouth, lingering there for a moment. His tongue brushed along the seam of my lips, and I tore away with a growl.
I dashed for the stairs and took them up two at a time. After grabbing the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand beside our bed, I stopped by Sorin’s room to check on him. He slept soundly in his crib. A melody softly played from the mobile hanging above him, a Transylvanian lullaby. I left the door slightly ajar and returned downstairs.
“Took you long enough.” Daman sat up, hooked his arms behind my neck, and tugged me down. He gave me no time to respond before he was kissing me, leaving me breathless.
I loved how he wrapped himself around me, how he kissed me so deeply I felt it all the way to my toes. I loved the soft moans that vibrated against my lips and his desperation as he unzipped my jeans and yanked them down just far enough to release my cock. With one hand, I tugged down his sweats, releasing his too.
He grinned up at me as I coated two fingers in lubricant and pushed my hand between his legs. I teased his hole, circling it with my fingertip but not penetrating. He wiggled beneath me and emitted a frustrated grumble. A grumble that transitioned to a soft sigh as I finally gave him what he wanted and eased a finger inside. I worked him with one, then added a second. As I nudged his prostate, he groaned deeply.
“Fuck me, War.” His long, slender fingers came around my shaft. “I want it hard and fast.”
Normally, I’d insist on taking my time with him, but the sleeping baby upstairs would wake from his nap before too long. As if that wasn’t reason enough, Daman then positioned my tip at his opening, and all thoughts left my head. I shuddered at the pulsing warmth of him. I eased forward, breaths stilling in my chest as the tight heat of him cushioned my cock.
Daman tipped his head back, exposing his slender neck. I kissed it as I plunged in deeper. The logs in the fireplace crackled as we made love on the rug. Our heavy breaths and light grunts filled the room, though we tried not to be too loud. Easier said than done.
Daman’s nails dug into my back as he arched his spine. “Harder,” he begged. “Please, War.”
