Be Careful When You Bite Me

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter 26 Final Part

The feeling of Damon's lips felt similar to no other. I had never shared a kiss so intense that I felt as if my entire body had gone numb. It alerted my every cell yet simultaneously weakened them. I felt as if the touch of his lips on mine could lift me off of my feet if I let it. The kiss grew deeper and deeper and each time, I felt as if I wasn't close enough. I need more of him and I wanted it closer. I urged and craved for his hands to explore every part of my skin. He pressed my naked body against the wet shower glass. His hands grabbed both of mines and placed them above my head, locking them in place. I couldn't move even if I tried, not that I ever want to. I felt his body, nude and wet, hard like bricks push against mine, his tongue played passionate games with mine. I felt his teeth lightly nip at my lower lip, grazing down the side of my cheek, biting lightly against my jawline, making their way down to my neck. I moaned out loud and struggled to get out of his grip but he held me tighter. His lips teased my nape, his tongue stroking my skin in ways that drove me completely insane, making me squirm even harder in his grip. I felt the increasing hardness of his groin began to press against my abdomen. My moans came off as whimpers now as he began to kiss me lower and lower. When his tongue was at my stomach, the feeling was almost unbearable. Pleasure combined with pulsating lust held my body and mind completely captive. I was aroused beyond thinking and the feeling of Damon's skin on mine was beginning to feel as if I were high. It was impossible not to writhe with the way he was making me feel. Damon let go of both my hands as he kneeled further down. The water from the shower continued to drain the both of us. I moved the wet hair from my face and screamed out loud when I felt Damon's tongue slithered over my intimate area. I dug my fingers into his soaked hair in an attempt to push him back but he was no match for my hands. He kissed the inside of my thighs, driving me wild with desire. I looked down at him and gasped out loud as he reached the middle. He looked up at my face, meeting my eyes as he dined on me as if I was the best thing he's ever tasted. The feeling grew more intense by the second and I found myself on the sudden verge of a climax. I didn't know how to go about approaching the pleasure. I tried to stifle the orgasm but his tongue was too fast. He was doing all of the right movements almost as if he was in sync with everything that I was feeling. I gripped his hair even harder now, screaming out loud as I reached the climax. His tongue continued for minutes after until I reached my peak of sexual pleasure. His grip on my thighs was too strong for me to push him away.

"Damon, stop!" I tried to moan out. I couldn't handle it anymore. He did as I said and placed gentle kisses up my abdomen making his way back up to my lips. When we were finally face to face again, he stared at me with his now dark eyes, his expression radiating lust and hunger.

"I'm sorry," he breathed out, blinking as the droplets of water escaped from his hair strands landing on his face," I-I got carried away."

My breathing was rapid and my throat was dry. It was almost painful to speak but I knew what I wanted to say. I knew what my body and soul needed from Damon and I didn't want to wait

"Claim me," I breathed out, my heart still thudding loudly against my chest," give me the mark...the Mark of Eros."

Damon's eyes remained glued on mine. His expression told me that he was debating it. It was obvious that he was against the idea. I knew that he would change his mind if I didn't tempt him some more. I trailed my finger down playing with my breast. I kept my eyes leveled with his and pressed my knee up against his groin. It immediately responded, shifting in size. I licked my lips and trailed my palm across his naked chest.

"Please, Damon," I breathed out, lustfully," I want you."

Within a hot second, Damon had my arm gripped and whipped me around to face away from him. He pressed the front of my body against the glass and dug his face in the nape of my neck.