Desirable

♜Evenings ♜

We pulled into a well-lit parking lot, the sun already beginning to poke out of the sky. The young girl, whoever she was, stepped out of the truck and entered the building, coming out a few minutes later with two room keys in her hands. There was a hotel in front of us, the words "Honors Hotel" in lavish words on a sign in front of the building. I didn't say anything as the girl handed opened the door on Damian's side, handing him one of the cards as she shut the door behind her. I was about to open my own door when it popped open, Damian already standing there, his hand outstretched to take mine. 

I took it, allowing him to help me out. I glanced down at my bloodstained clothes, but Damian didn't say anything about them. Instead, he picked me up without warning. In the next moment, I watched as the world flew by in slow motion as we whizzed through the front doors of the hotel, up stairs, and stopped in a long hallway. Damian set me down as he used his key to open the door in front of us. I looked around for the young girl, but she was nowhere to be seen. Too tired to ask questions, I followed Damian inside the room, the door shutting behind us. 

Looking around the room, I was underwhelmed. It was nothing compared to the lavish suite I had back at the hotel of the powerless, but it was still quite nice. There was a queen-sized bed on the right, with a large kitchenet close to the door on the left. A large TV stood on the opposite side of the bed, and a big bathroom rested through a door to the right. 

My confusion only grew as I saw a suitcase resting on the bed. It wasn't just any suitcase, it was one of my suitcases I had brought with me to the hotel. I glanced at Damian, expecting him to give me an explanation, but he just waved his hand as if it all made sense. 

"Thought you'd need clothes after... you know," he shrugged as he walked over to the window curtains, closing all of them. I gave him a faint smile before moving to the suitcase and opening it, glad to see most of my own clothes in it. Letting out a comforting sigh, I took out some clothes and moved to the bathroom. 

"I'm going to wash this blood off," I let Damian know, before entering the bathroom and turning on the shower, not bothering to close the door. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, the water cascading over my face after I entered the shower. The water began to turn red as it ran down my body, my feet covered in the red liquid. I closed my eyes in relief, glad to finally be clean. Time seemed to stretch on, but I eventually stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel and allowing for the cool air to hit my skin. 

"I can't decide if you look better covered in blood or perfectly clean," Damian's voice chuckled to the right of me. I turned to look at the open door, smirking as I made eye contact with Damian.

"How about this?" I asked, letting the towel fall onto the floor. His entire body seemed to freeze as he took me in, his eyes visibly glistening as he roamed every curve on my body. 

"Definitely the best," he purred, moving closer to me. Tilting my head back, his lips engulfed mine in a kiss, drinking me in. In a flash, he picked me up, spilling me onto the queen bed in the room. I could already feel my body hardening in anticipation, but the feeling felt different. It felt more... primal. More supernatural. I could begin to understand what Damian had been talking about in the truck. I could feel him... his desire, his lust. The feelings ripped through my stomach straight to my core, and I shuddered in response. I could barely stay sane with the feelings flooding through me. 

Grabbing Damian's face in my hands, I pulled him down, kissing him roughly. A slight moan escaped from his mouth, his bulge already pressing against him. I didn't want to wait any longer- I couldn't. With an unnatural surge of strength, my hands took hold of Damian's shirt. A loud rip sounded through the air, Damian's shirt ripped to shreds. I had literally ripped it off his body, my impatience growing greater. 

"Fuck me," I breathed heavily in between kisses. 

"I will, and this time, I won't hold back," Damian growled back. Hold back? He was holding back before??

Before I could form a response, all of Damian's clothes were off and he had my hands pinned down. I could see his tattoos running down his muscular arms, his chiseled chest above my face as he looked down at me. His angular jaw, his eyes that momentarily flashed red, and his windswept black hair all briefly captured my full attention. He was gorgeous- ethereal. I'd never seen a man who took my breath away, but now that I didn't even require breath, he simply took everything away.

It didn't take long for my attention to snap back to the present, especially when I felt Damian's dick slide into me. A few seconds later, he began thrusting- so hard that I could hear the bed cracking beneath us. I didn't care. I just wanted him. I needed all of him. 

I let out several moans as I spread my legs wider, opening up for every part of him. The second thrust hit my g-spot perfectly, prompting a loud groan to fall from my lips. I was about to beg for him to go faster, but it was like he read my mind. He suddenly tripled his speed, going as fast as his vampire speed allowed. He thrusted into me, in out, in out, so fast even my superior eyes could barely make him out. I knew if I was still human, I would've been ripped apart. Instead, the only thing that broke was the bed beneath us. 

The frame completely cracked apart, wood splinters going everywhere, but we didn't care. Even with the crater around us, Damian kept at it, his grunts and my moans filling the room. I knew someone from the hotel would definitely tell us we were getting noise complaints.

I completely gave up on breathing as Damian continued to pummel into me. I could feel some wood cutting into my skin and could see the red of blood, but I didn't care. All I cared about was him. I could barely see anything as I fought to retain my vision, my entire body aching for my release. I could feel it coming fast, the combination of my desire and Damian's lust overflowing within me. 

The sensation I was feeling was almost impossible to describe. It was as if I could feel Damian's pleasure on top of mine. His dick sliding in and out of me, his rippling sensations of pleasure- another half of me could feel it, and I knew he could feel my own pleasure, too. My stomach knotted so tight all I could do was dig my nails into Damian's back, my head thrown back in a pleasure so blinding I literally couldn't see. My vision was swimming in hints of red and black, my entire body on fire as I felt myself release. 

Moans and screams fell out of my mouth, half of them muffled my Damian's lips on mine. How he continued at his speed and kissed me at the same time was beyond me, but I didn't complain. I couldn't form a single word or sentence. As expected of Damian, he didn't stop, even after I came all over him. He continued thrusting into me, one hand tearing the sheets beside me, the other digging into my wrist. 

I could feel Damian was close, and I could feel I was about to release yet again. After a few more thrusts, I could feel him shudder inside me. His fluids filled me up at the same time that I released, my chest finally loosening now that the combined desire was relieved. 

Breathing heavily, Damian slowed, his dick remaining in me as he looked down at me. I looked back up at him, my vision clearing, before I launched up, catching his lips in mine. Rolling over, I savored his taste, smiling beneath the kiss as I laid comfortably on top of him. 

"Imagine if I was still human," I breathed in between kisses. 

"I think you'd be dead," Damian smirked. 

"Good thing I already am." 

Taking a moment to stare at Damian's flawless face, I gently pulled my waist up, allowing his dick to slide out. I glanced at the wreckage around us, amused at the broken bed, shredded sheets, and... was that a hole in the floor? 

"Looks like we made a mess," I laughed. 

"We're going to need a new bed," Damian snickered.