To Control The

Chapter 9 (Layla's POV)

His lips possess my own as his arms glide along my waist. I moan softly as I run my hands through his hair, gently tugging. Hearing his soft grunts, I grind my hips against his, feeling his hard cock hiding beneath the towel. He groans, wanting to reduce the friction between us. He stops and pulls away, "We shouldn't.. At least for now.. I mean as much as I want to make you scream out my name.. We can't.. Not the way my home is.." "I don't mind.." I look up at him smirking. "Mmm.. As tempting as you are.. We shouldn't.." I pout. "Fine, but I wanna take care of this.." I say as I glide my hand softly down his tattooed chest to his waist and beneath the towel. My eyes widen as he is rock hard under my touch. I look into his eyes as they glimmer a slight yellowish-orange. Full of lust. "Y-You don't stop.. I'll take you on every inch of this broken place.." I rub slowly as I hear his soft groans against my neck as he lays his head down. "I like a challenge.." I rub more and more, edging him closer and closer to his demise and my victory.
He grabs my hand all of a sudden and pins them both over my head as he glares down at me with his eyes now glowing a bright orange. In a low, seductive growl against my sweet spot on my neck, "Now you've done it sweetheart.." He kisses me with such aggression mixed with passion, it consumes me entirely. I moan in pleasure as one hand still pins my hands above my head and the other roams my body. From my chest slowly down my stomach and to the base of my thighs. The heat rises within me from the depths of my core. "Keep your hands above your head.." I hear him whisper against my lips as he lets go of my hands. I whimper at the loss of connection between us and accidently move my hands. He growls huskily and pins them back over my head and kisses me hard, leaving me in a daze as he pulls away.
This time as he pulls his hand away from mine, I leave my hands where they are. A cool breeze rushes between us as Damien rips my shirt with his bare hands like it was nothing. I gasp as I look up at him. He smirks down at me as I see his index finger turn into a claw and he snaps my bra from the middle and I moan arching my back in need of him. His warm lips latch around my breast as he cups the other, squeezing and rubbing my nipple with his thumb and index finger together. I moan more as he sucks and twirls his tongue around my nipple and bites it gently as shockwaves rupture within my body. He does the same to the other, then begins to travel downward towards my navel. I look down at him as he is waiting for my permission to take my skirt and panties off. I nod as his fingertips glide down my thighs, sending chills throughout my body as they dip under my skirt and rips my panties in two. He pulls down my skirt and licks his lips in hunger as he sees my wet, throbbing core. "Please.. Damien.." I close my eyes as I relinquish my body to him.
"As you command, my Queen.." He kisses along my thighs and goes down along my clit and I arch my body. He lifts on my legs over his shoulder and the other wrapped around him as he begins to devour me. I moan as tears roll down my face in absolute pleasure. His tongue flicks and swirls around my wet pussy and his thumb glides across my clit. I moan his name out loud. "Fuck! Damien.. R-Right there.." I say as I run my hands through his hair as he skillfully works his tongue down my core. His tongue licks up and down slowly then flicks my clit soft and hard. I whimper as I try to suppress my orgasm. I suddenly get lifted up from the bed as Damien carries me to the broken dresser and he clears the glass so he can set me down. He kisses me hard, but passionately as he wraps my legs around his waist and molds his hands into my hair. In one fell swoop, he's inside of me. I moan as his hardened cock throbs inside of me. He doesn't move for a second as we adjust to one another. My walls tighten around his cock and I screw my eyes shut as he groans against my shoulder. "Y-You feel so good.. So wet.. So tight.."