His to Save

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Restraint

I wriggled as I felt someone pull me closer and I let out a contented sigh, my body pushing closer to Damien as I felt a warmth grow in my chest. I felt my hairs stand on end as a hot breath fanned down the back of my neck and I smiled, snuggling in closer.

I must have caved to exhaustion and Damien had carried me to bed, I didn't even remember falling asleep. I slowly turned around as I watched him sleep peacefully, his light snores making me smile. He truly was truly crafted by the gods.

I do not know how I had got so lucky.

I lay their quietly as I memorized every detail on his face, from the small scar in his eyebrow to his long eyelashes that rested on his cheeks whilst he slept. However, I suddenly noticed a shift in his face as his arm tighten around me and he began to mumble frantically, wriggling slightly.

"Damien" I said as I tried to wake him, but he continued to move around holding me in a vice-like grip, "Damien wake up" I said as he began to moan and mumble, "no, no, no not her, please, Lillian" he said as he began to grip tighter and I felt pain flush though my body, his grip pushing tightly against my newly fixed ribs,

"Fuck" I grunted as I gasped for breath, "DAMIEN" I yelled out as his eyes flew open and let go of me immediately and moved back breathing deeply, the sheet bundling around his waist as he pushed himself up, his eyes wide.

I gripped my ribs as I gasped rolling onto my side, letting out small pants, pain rushing through my body. "Lillian, I am so sorry" he whispered as he crawled over and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight and placing small kisses on my head, his hand stroking my hair "I would never hurt you, never, I am so sorry" he whispered as I rested my head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat slow down as the pain slowly subsided.

"It's okay, I'm okay. What were you dreaming about?" I asked stroking his cheek as he rested his forehead against mine, "I was having a nightmare that I was losing you, forever" he said quietly as I climbed up and turned myself, so I was sitting on his lap,

"Hey, you're not going to lose me. I know what I said but I change my mind. We can do this, okay, I love you and I'm not going to give up now, I'm going to be fine" I said as my hands gripped his face tightly, "I love you so much" I whispered as I leant in and pressed my lips against his, a small moan escaping me as his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer, our mouths moving in sync.

He slipped his tongue in as another moan escaped me and I felt his hands gripping at the thin material that covered my body, my hands wrapped around his neck as I bit his lip drawing a groan out of him and then something snapped within us.

He ripped my clothing off in an instant and I was suddenly flipped underneath him, my legs instinctively wrapping around him feeling him grow hard against my stomach, pushing into me as we continued to kiss each other, the passion growing.

Our moans were pouring into each other's mouths as our hands roamed our bodies and a desperate need began to grow in me. I felt my hips begin to shift as my thighs grew slick and I felt him twitch against me,

"Oh my gods Lillian, your killing me" he breathed as we both caught our breath, and with that pause I pushed all my weight forwards, so I was on top pushing him into the mattress and diving in again, hungry for him.

I was dying, it was as if every inch of my body was singing his name, and I wanted nothing more than him to fuck the life out of me, to claim me and make me his and his alone.

I was his completely, and I wanted to ride him until we both couldn't do it anymore. As my lips moved against his I felt his hands grab my ass and palm each cheek, more slickness growing in-between my legs as my hips moved of their own accord and my breathing grew ragged,