Page 53 of Loving Nightmares
“Oh, it was good to meet you as well, Arabella. I can’t wait to see what you will bring into this world.”
The way she said that was so odd, I felt momentarily frozen. Then she disappeared. Murmuring under my breath about how crazy all of this was, I took a deep breath and held it, submerging myself beneath the cool liquid.
“Cherry blossom, breathe.”
I had flung up so hard that I’d slammed my head against something, and now my breathing was rapid and uneven, my skin feeling like it’d been lit with live wire. Everything seemed hazy around me, and the only grounding I had was the touch of Damian’s hands on my hips as he held me against him. I groaned as the world swam around us and my heart palpitated rapidly.
“Damian, you have to help me,” I whimpered. “Everything hurts—”
My words were cut off by the same electric kiss that he’d seared to my lips that time in the forest. I moaned against his lips as the rest of the world silenced. My excess power trailed over his skin and seeped into him, the ability to share it between the two of us allowing my chest to expand in and out, my breathing slowing. My heartbeat was still erratic, but the longer he kissed me, one hand cupping my jaw and the other at my hip, the more even it began to sound.
“What do I need to do?” Damian pulled back slightly and I winced, my head beginning to pound again.
“Please keep kissing me,” I begged. He groaned and melded his lips to mine once more, and as my arms wrapped around his neck, my hips rolling against his hard length that I was straddling, I realized briefly we were in a car. I didn’t sense anyone else with us, but we were very much in a car.
“I don’t want to cause you to panic again,” he said softly, probably freaked out by how I had woken up.
“You won’t,” I breathed out against his lips. “I need this, Damian—I need you.”
I didn’t fully understand it, but my magic was demanding that I connect to himnow. That I finish the bonds with my mates. That Damian be the one that shared in this excess of power with me. The man hesitated for a mere second of examining my face, but then his lips met mine in a heated, passionate kiss that melted my entire body.
My hands ran through his hair and up his horns, gripping them as his tail wrapped around my waist so his hands could cup my ass. I ground against him as he trailed his lips down my jaw before nipping it, causing me to moan out his name.
“Fuck, I need to touch you,” he demanded sharply. I whimpered as he tugged my shirt over my head, and I pulled at his, feeling eager and unable to control my excitement and need for him. Pink electric power jumped between us, and his skin began to morph as his frame grew larger underneath me, my pussy tightening at the idea of taking him in this form.
The tearing of fabric made me realize I was only in a bra and panties, his hiss of pleasure filling the space as I ran my tongue along his bottom lip before nipping it, drawing blood. When the tip of his tail began to brush over my skin, moving from my waist down to my hips, my thighs pressed together, attempting to gain some level of friction.
“I want you soaked when you take me,” Damian growled against my mouth, “even if you’re frustrated until then, cherry blossom. I promise I’ll fix it, but I don’t want you coming until you’re on my cock.”
My pussy convulsed at that, and when he tugged down one of my bralette triangles and teased my nipple with his teeth, my eyes rolled back in my head.
“I need to come though,” I whimpered. I wanted more than anything to feel him inside of me while coming, but I also wasn’t sure I could wait. My body was so keyed up, and the mixture of our power and the excess magic was creating a dangerous hurricane inside of me that demanded an explosion—but one of pleasure.
“Take me out.” He ran a hand through my hair, gripping it and pulling away from our kiss. “Take my cock out, Arabella.”
I fumbled to do so, freeing his cock from his pants and stroking his massive length between my hands, unable to wrap them around it completely. I shivered at that, and I found myself wanting to trace each hot pink crack of lava along his skin, including those on his cock…but with my tongue.
“Not today,” he snarled as if reading my mind. “I feel fucking frenzied right now. I need to be inside of you—have to be inside of you.”
His desperate need was matched by my own, and leaning forward, I kissed him hard. I felt him tug my lace panties to the side, his hard length running along my hot slit. I shivered at the sensation, and all at once my fantasies came to life as his tail tightened around my hips, the tip of it beginning to flick my clit while I slid down on his massive cock.
“Damian!” I moaned, my head falling back.
“You are so tight,” he growled, nipping my throat. “Grab my horns, cherry blossom. I’m going to fuck you exactly like you need.”
Damian was a man of his word, and as I worked my way down his length, my pussy gripping him like a vise, my hands tightened on his horns, giving me the ability to position myself perfectly. I was soaked, more than soaked, and the end of his tail was teasing my clit so much that my thighs were shaking with the effort to not come. It wasn’t like I was trying to stop myself, either—no, the man just seemed to know exactly when to slow down.
It was infuriating and intoxicating; I felt breathless and absolutely electric.
“That’s it,” he praised. “You are taking every inch of me—fuck, just like that.”
His hand came across my ass hard as I began to ride him, meeting his thrusts with equal effort. The feel of him buried so deep inside of me, continuing to stroke so demanding and hard, had my abdomen tightening and my clit pulsing.
“I’m going to—”
My climax slammed into me, and his grip on my hips and his hands on my ass turned bruising as he kissed me, growling out my name. When he bottomed out inside of me, my entire body turned into melted honey as I felt his power surge into me.
For just a moment I wondered if I would explode from all the magic inside of me. I felt my skin break out into pink flames, and voices chanting through the darkened halls of Damian’s home filled my ears. Memories flashed by as I felt his pain and sadness associated with his parents. I felt his happiness in finding Blackwell as a friend. I felt his awe in meeting me, and more than anything, his love.
