To Control The

Chapter 10 (Damien's POV)

My cock stirs as its inside sweet, sweet Layla. I groan at the feel of her inner walls as they clinch around me. I look down at her, her eyes shut as she waits for me to start moving, but how can I? She feels too good to move, so tight, just for me. I grip her thigh letting her know that I'm going to start moving at any moment and I hear a soft vulnerable whimper escape her lips which raises my senses to new heights. I thrust in and out slowly, so that she can get use to me inside of her. She moans as she raises her head against the dresser mirror and I begin to thrust more and more as I pick up the pace.
I growl at the raw sensation between us and we begin to rise on our high as our bodies collide. I grab her ass bringing her closer and myself harder inside of her. She moans my name against my ear as she grabs my shoulders and digs her nails into them. Oh.. sweet agony.. I pick her up once more and take her down the hall to the kitchen and I pull out of her momentarily and set her down on her feet. Which by the way, her legs are shaking like a newborn calf that just came out from birth. I smirk as I turn her around and lay her breasts and stomach onto the countertop and she gasps at the cool slick top. I grab her hips as I thrust into her hard.
"Do you know how good you feel around my cock, Layla?" She doesn't answer as her eyes are closed once again from the pure ecstasy that stays between us. I growl and grab a fist full of her blonde hair. I growl lowly, seductively against her ear, "Oh.. Earth to Layla.." She moans in response and shudders beneath me, "Y-Yes.. Fuck.. Damien.. This.. feels good.." I smirk in triumph and grip her hair slightly as I thrust into her slow at first then I go harder, but careful enough for her to enjoy. She moans as she grips the countertop. I tilt her neck slightly and graze my teeth against her ear sending chills throughout her body as I bite down on her neck gently. She jerks her hips in response to my action.
Hours seem to pass like it's been an eternity. Layla sits on my lap, our breathing hard, our bodies drenched in sweat from our passionate love-making. I lay my head against her shoulder as she runs her fingers through my damp hair. Then, she dips her hands down my back, oh no. I grab them softly. "Uh.. that's a sensitive spot for me." She looks at me curious. "Why's that? Did something happen to you?" I look into her eyes, they are full of wonder and curiosity. I press my lips together tightly, very hesitantly. I grip her hips softly as I look down thinking, "Should I tell her about my troubled past? I mean Hell I told her about me being a werewolf."
I feel her hand against my cheek softly,  "You know you can tell me anything. Hell, you told me about you being a werewolf. You don't see me running for the hills or telling the world and ruining your life?" I laugh and shake my head softly. "No, because if you did that, I'd have to kill you." She laughs thinking that I'm joking. "Oh no sweetheart, I'm telling the truth. If you did, the pack or I would have to kill you, but since I've grown very fond of you. Well.. I'll protect you with my life." Her eyes grow wide, but soften when I say that I would protect her. She kisses me passionately and I grip her hips again as my erection bellows beneath her. She giggles cutely as she looks into my eyes, "Again?" I smirk as she laughs against my lips and I peck her lips repeatedly and tickle her sides as she giggles uncontrollably.