The Edge Of Surrender

Chapter 6

"I've never been to a beach before," I confessed, biting into the steaming ramen from the bowl. Damon froze mid-bite, his chopsticks suspended in mid-air as he stared at me in disbelief. His expression was so comical that I couldn’t help but laugh, almost choking on my food.

"You’re joking, right?" he asked, setting his bowl down, his eyes narrowing as if trying to determine whether I was messing with him.

"Nope, I swear," I replied, savoring the way his shock turned into something deeper, more intense.

"Never?" His voice was softer now, laced with curiosity as though he was unearthing a hidden part of me that he hadn’t known existed.

"I thought you knew everything about me," I teased, a grin tugging at my lips as I saw the challenge flicker in his eyes. Damon was the type who thrived on control, on knowing every detail, and the idea that I’d kept something from him—whether intentionally or not—seemed to both irritate and intrigue him.

"Maybe I want to hear some things straight from you," he said, a smirk playing on his lips, his voice dipping into a lower, teasing tone. "Without having to pry them out."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "My parents are huge mountain enthusiasts—they’re all about hiking, trekking, camping, the works. But after I broke my arm when I was thirteen, we had to put those adventures on hold. Look—my scar of glory." I tugged at the neckline of my sweatshirt, revealing my shoulder.

Damon’s gaze darkened as it zeroed in on the scar, his playful demeanor shifting to something far more serious. His fingers moved slowly, tracing the scar’s path with a reverence that made my breath catch.

I wasn’t sure when I’d stopped breathing, but my chest felt tight, my eyes glued to his face as he studied my skin with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. His fingers lingered at the edge of the scar, then began to drift upward, brushing along my throat with an excruciating slowness. It felt like he was branding me with his touch.

When his eyes finally met mine, they were dark and dilated, a primal hunger simmering just beneath the surface. Without warning, he cupped the back of my neck and pulled me closer, his lips crashing against mine with a ferocity that took my breath away.

A small squeak escaped me as his mouth devoured mine, but I quickly melted into the kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders as he pulled me even closer, his body radiating heat against mine. The towel beneath us did little to soften the sand, but I hardly noticed as he gently lowered me onto it, his kiss growing deeper, more demanding.

The world around us disappeared—the cool night air, the rhythmic crashing of the waves, the vastness of the ocean—none of it mattered. All that existed was Damon and the way he was making me feel, unraveling me one heated kiss at a time. His hands roamed my body, caressing my breasts before sliding beneath my sweatshirt. The sensation of his warm, calloused hands against my skin made me arch into him, my mind hazy with desire.

When he started to pull away, I bit his tongue lightly, earning a growl of approval that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. His lips left mine, giving me a brief moment to catch my breath, but only for an instant. His mouth found my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. I gasped, both at the intensity of the sensation and the way my body responded to it, throbbing with a need I’d never felt so acutely.

As if he could read my thoughts, his hand began to move lower, tracing the curve of my stomach as my breath caught in my throat. I could barely think straight, the world spinning as he lifted my sweatshirt and kissed my belly, his mouth hot and demanding against my skin. I moaned softly, my hands threading through his hair, tugging gently as I craved more, as if the contact could somehow ground me in the whirlwind of sensations he was stirring.

His teeth sank into my flesh, and I gasped, the sharp bite of pain mingling with pleasure in a way that left me dizzy. With one swift move, he had my pants off, his hands and mouth everywhere at once. The roughness, the way he didn’t ask for permission but simply took what he wanted—it was exhilarating, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. My underwear was next, ripped off with a ferocity that left me breathless. I should have been scandalized, but instead, it ignited something deep within me.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t want to be in control. I wanted to let go, to be devoured by him like I was the last thing he’d ever taste.

He pulled my legs over his shoulders, his lips brushing a path up my inner thigh. "Fuck, you’re so beautiful," he murmured, his words sending a thrill through me that had nothing to do with modesty.

"I’m gonna love ruining you," he declared before his mouth descended on me, his tongue teasing my most sensitive spot with a skill that left me writhing beneath him. A whimper escaped my lips when he sucked on my clit, the sensation overwhelming in the best way possible. My fingers dug into his scalp, pushing him closer, needing more.

He bit down softly when I tried to urge him on, the sharpness making me cry out. "Bad girl, take what I give you," he growled, his voice rough and commanding. He grabbed my hands in one of his, pinning them above my head as he moved back up to my face, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. "Keep them there. Bad girls get punished when they disobey."

His face was so serious, so intense, that I found myself nodding without hesitation, giving in to the wildness he awakened in me. "Good girl," he praised, rewarding me with a bruising kiss before trailing back down my body.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, every nerve in my body on edge as I waited for his next move. When his lips finally returned to their previous task, it felt like a dam breaking inside me. The pleasure was indescribable, waves of it crashing over me as he expertly played my body like an instrument. His fingers joined in, probing deep inside me as his mouth drove me closer and closer to the edge.

"God, Sunshine, you’re so tight," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he pushed deeper. The pressure, the fullness, it was almost too much, and I whimpered, trying to move away, but he held me firmly in place, his chest vibrating with a low, possessive growl.

Pain mixed with pleasure as his fingers continued to explore, and I bit my lip, fighting the urge to cry out. "I want to hear you," he demanded, flicking his thumb against my clit as he added another finger, stretching me even more.

I tried to hold back, tried to stay silent, but when he hit a spot deep inside that sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped. His pace quickened, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony until I felt something inside me snap, the world going white as I shattered beneath him.

My whole body trembled as the orgasm washed over me, my toes curling, my breath hitching as I clung to him, desperate for something to anchor me in the storm. The intensity of it left me breathless, my mind blank as I lay there, trying to remember how to function.

Damon moved up beside me, his face close to mine as he wiped a stray tear from my cheek. "You taste incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine as he kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on his lips, the reminder of what had just happened making me blush despite the heat still pulsing through my veins.

"For a virgin, you handled that better than I expected," he teased, pulling back just enough to smirk at me.

I rolled my eyes, still breathless. "What makes you think I’m a virgin?" I shot back, trying to mimic his voice but ending up laughing.

His smirk widened as he held up his hand, showing me his fingers, still glistening with evidence of my innocence. "I was just in there, remember?" he teased, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

We laughed together, the tension easing as we joked and fooled around until the first light of dawn began to chase away the darkness. Watching the colors fill the sky with Damon beside me, I realized something important—I felt safe with him. Not once had I panicked or felt nervous, even with the intensity of his touch.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new, an adventure I was finally ready to take. And for the first time in a long time, I smiled at the thought of what tomorrow might bring.