Stained

Chapter 100

"What are you—." I'm cut off by Damien's lips crashing against mine. I moan, immediately succumbing to the kiss, my hands flying into his hair, tangling into the morning mess as I go up on my tiptoes to get better access. I missed this. I missed his mouth. I missed his touch. I missed it soo much that it feels like I can finally breathe again.

He backs away from me slightly but doesn't separate our lips. And then I register the reason; he's pushing my cardigan off my shoulders.

The soft sound of my cardigan hitting the ground pulls me out of my haze. "What are you doing?" I whisper against his lips.

He presses his body against mine again. "Calming you down."

"I'm calm, now let's go." I'm telling him something else and doing something else. My fingers digging into his bare waist, pulling him harder against me. A silent plea, please don't leave me again.

"Your hands are still shaking." He presses two fingers to my neck. "And your pulse is pounding against your neck."

What is he a doctor? Ok dumb question Hazel, everyone knows how to check a pulse, including you.

"Yeah, because you just grabbed me and dragged me inside without a single warning," I'm quick to defend myself.

"Your hands shouldn't shake so hard because of that," he tells me, his hand skimming down my body.

I shiver.

Explicit sexual content

"Don't think. Just feel, baby." Without warning, he grips the hem of my t-shirt and before I can stop him, he pulls it off me in one swift motion, leaving me bare to his eyes. No bra. Completely exposed.

I must appear extremely panicked because in the past Damien has always double-checked with me before doing anything sexual.

"Fuck," Damien breathes out a heartbeat before he grips the soft flesh and takes the entire puckered bud into his mouth.

"Oh god," I moan, throwing my head back against the door. The collide is painful but I'm too lost in the pleasure to even remotely feel it. All I can feel is Damien and his hot mouth as it... Oh god, he circles the tight bud with his tongue then lightly grazes his teeth over it.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I whimper, "Damien."

As soon as his name slips past my lips, he retreats his blissful torture on my nipple and smashes his lips against mine. The roughness of the kiss makes my toes curl and my back arch. My naked breasts press up against his bare chest, making me delirious with all the corrupting sensations. It's all too much yet not enough.

I moan when he sucks my tongue into his mouth.

Damien pulls away, earning a whine from me in protest. My whine is short-lived because, in the next second, he is clamping a hand over my mouth.

I open my eyes and glare at him. He smiles and leans in close to my ear. His breath wafting down my neck and spine, causes shivers of ecstasy to blast through every inch of me.

"As much as I love the sexy sounds that fall from your big soft pink lips." He bites my earlobe and tugs. I groan against his hand, my eyes quivering shut. "We could be heard, and I don't want anyone or anything stopping us." The headiness in his voice makes my core convulse, desperate and aching for something more. Something it's never felt before. Damien.

He pulls his head back and I open my eyes. "You gonna be quiet?" His eyes are glazed with lust, the blue in them barely there, engulfed by his pupils.

I nod my head yes because his hand is still covering my mouth. He removes it and I don't waste any time, I smash my lips against his, causing him to stumble back a step. He quickly catches himself, pins me back against the wall and begins kissing down my neck.

I push his head against me as he trails kisses down my neck. "I thought," I rasp. "I thought we... we... needed to stay as far apart as possible." What is wrong with me? I don't want him to stop.

He sucks the soft flesh above my nipple into his mouth. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

He looks up at me through long dark lashes that hit his cheeks every time he blinks and slowly licks my nipple. "I can't resist you."

Oh god. Butterflies on fire flutter through my veins.

He places sloppy, wet open-mouthed kisses on each of my nipples before lowering himself to his knees. He unlatches his eyes from mine and lowers his gaze to my stomach. My eyes widen as he hooks his thumbs inside my tracksuit bottoms and drags them down along with my shorts.

I grab his shoulders when he moves to pull my feet out.

My tracksuit bottoms join the rest of my discarded clothes, leaving me in only my plain black panties. I blush.

Those emerald greens flit between my panties and my eyes, contemplatively. He stares at my panties for a beat too long and I try not to shift uncomfortably under his penetrating stare.

When his eyes settle back on my face my heart skids to a stop at the look of sheer want in his eyes.

"Be mine," he whispers.