“Freckles?”
I jerked my gaze over my shoulder, squinting my eyes in time to see Damien emerge from the shadows as he stepped into the room from the hallway. My eyes trailed down his form, and I swallowed. He was naked except for the black boxer briefs he wore, and gazing at his body caused a shiver to run the length of my spine. He was so deliciously beautiful that I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of him.
“Ye’ scared me, Dame.”
“Sorry,” he said, his voice laced with sleep. “I woke up, and you weren’t there.”
I turned back to my easel.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d come in ‘ere and do some sketchin’.”
“When did you come in here?”
“After ye’ fell back asleep earlier.”
He sighed. “You should have woken me up.”
“Why?” I questioned. “You could sleep, and I couldn’t. It didn’t make sense for me to stay in there and disrupt ye’.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he came up behind me and rested his hands lightly on my hips, his thumbs playing with the fabric of my shirt. “What are you drawing, gorgeous?”
“See for yourself.”
“Is that Jules … or Nixon?”
“It’s Jules,” I answered. “Nixon will go next to ‘im.”
“You’re drawing the twins?”
I nodded as I used my finger to smooth out a harsh edge on Jules’s earlobe.
“I want to surprise their parents with it. I haven’t drawn the twins since they were newborns, and they’re just over six months old now, so I wanted to fix that. I’m goin’ to add Ry and Bran in the background, too.”
“Babe, that’s so sweet of you.”
“Thanks. I think they’ll love it.”
I stiffened when Damien tugged my shirt up and slid his hands down from my hips to my behind, his fingers not so gently biting into my flesh.
“Don’t even think about it,” I playfully warned. “I’m busy.”
“Please?” Damien murmured, nuzzling his face between my shoulder blades. “I woke up craving you, freckles.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop my lips from curving upwards at the corners.
“Ye’ say that every single time ye’ wake up with a stiffy.”
Damien’s chuckle was low. “That means I crave you.”
“That’s a cute way of sayin’ ye’ want to get your cock wet.”
He didn’t answer me; he was too busy sliding his hands down onto my bare mid-thighs. I turned to face him with a frown in place. Damien looked at my expression and smiled. He was tired—I could tell from how heavy his lids hung over his luminous grey eyes—but he still wanted me, and that caused me to pause.
“You have charcoal on your nose.”
I wasn’t surprised.
“Wipe it off.”
“My hands are a little full at the minute.”
He cupped my behind roughly, and when I scowled up at him, he grinned.
“Five minutes,” he said. “I’ll be quick.”
“No, ye’ won’t,” I countered. “Ye’ say ye’ll be quick, then when we get goin’, ye’ll take your feckin’ time, and ye’ know it.”
Damien pressed his lips together, and when he smiled, his dimples creased his cheeks.
“If ye’ get me into our bedroom, ye’ know I’m gonna fall asleep by the time we’re finished, and that means I’ll be where I’m at right now with me sketch. Tonight is the first night in a long while that I’ve gotten a lot done on it.”
“What if I don’t let you sleep?”
I deadpanned. “Ye’ll give in to me if I whine that I’m tired, and ye’ know it.”
Damien didn’t disagree; he only dipped his head to hide his tantalising grin. He brushed the tip of his nose against mine and flexed his hands around my behind. The simple action sent a shiver racing up my spine, and my back involuntarily arched, pushing my breasts against Damien’s chest. He hummed, seemingly satisfied, and before I could tell him to back off, his lips brushed over my jawline, then skimmed down my neck before they latched on my sweet spot where he sucked and flicked his tongue back and forth over the sensitive flesh.
“Damien.”
The second I heard how breathless and needy my voice was when I moaned his name, I knew I was a goner.
“Bedroom,” I rasped. “Now.”
“No,” he replied, feather kissing my neck. “I wanna fuck you in here.”
My eyes crossed, too focused on the tingling sensation gifted by his lips.
“But—”
“No buts.” Damien nipped my skin with his teeth. “Turn around and bend over.”
My knees almost buckled beneath me, but when I swallowed and had control of myself, I turned around and shamelessly pushed my behind against Damien’s erect cock, making him hiss. A smirk curved at my lips, but it was wiped away when I was bent forward over my desk, and Damien’s hand came down and swatted my behind. I yelped in surprise.
“Damien!”
He chuckled, darkly. “That’ll teach you to tease me.”
“I can’t believe ye’ just—Damien!”
The invasion of his warm, wet tongue against my underwear had me balling my hands into fists. I groaned out loud when my knickers were tugged to the side, and Damien licked up and down my slit before he plunged his tongue deep inside me. I bucked my hips back against his face, and he chuckled.
“You always try to fuck my mouth when I have you positioned like this.”
“Because,” I hissed, “it feels fuckin’ amazin’.”
His hands moved up to my behind, and he squeezed me.
“Let me hear you,” Damien said before he resumed his toe-curling torture.
I couldn’t contain my moans if someone had paid me to do so. I was sure I could give a porn star a run for her money, and when I once told Damien that, he wholeheartedly agreed. I was not a silent lover, and Damien loved that.
“Damien,” I rasped. “Please, no more. Just fuck me already.”
Usually, I loved when he tongued me to orgasm, but at times, I just needed to have him fuck me into bliss. This was one of those times. I licked my lips when his mouth moved upwards. He kissed my arse, then my lower back, pushing my shirt upwards as he moved. Then he fisted his hand in my hair and tugged on it until my back was arched.
“I love fucking you when your spine is curved like this,” Damien hummed as he flattened his palm on my lower back. “Keep that arch.”
When he suddenly thrust into me, I lost the arch for about a second before Damien tugged on my hair once more until I got it back.
“I’m gonna kill you for pullin’ me … fuck! Do it harder!”
Damien’s chuckle was low as he fucked me and pulled my hair at the same time. I never like my hair being touched until he set a steady pace and my body confused the stinging pain with pleasure. It wasn’t much, but it gave me a thrill each time he pulled on it and slammed into me at the same time.
“Do you know how fucking sexy it is to watch my cock slide in and out of you?” Damien grunted as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the silent room. “I want to bite your ass when your flesh jiggles as I slam into you. Christ, you really are … so. Fucking. Sexy.”
I pushed back against him, earning a hiss and another swat to my behind.
“So demanding,” Damien mused.
I reached down to my parted thighs and played with my clit as he fucked me, and when I brought myself to the edge of an orgasm, my body became tense.
“I love you,” he rasped. “You’re about to come. I can feel you tighten around … Fu … uck.”
I drew in a sharp breath as my orgasm slammed into me and spread out over my body like molten lava. The heated bliss wrapped around my muscles and soothed them until they were soft like jelly. I heard my cries, my screams and pleas for Damien to fuck me harder, to prolong the sensation of delight that filled me. I could feel bites of pain mixed in with my pleasure, and it only heightened the experience. When the pulses slowed, and the pleasure slowly faded, only relaxation and exhaustion remained.