Chapter 20 - Leah
Nodding, I agree with her. "Yeah, him having females rub up against him is a no-go for me." A fucked up thought skitters across my mind. "I mean, if that is what he wants, he can have it as long as other males are allowed to do the same with me. It's a two-way street. I'm sure once word reaches the people in the surrounding towns about the orgasm I can give them, males will be flaunting to touch me."
In a flash, I'm bent over, and a stiff cock is slamming into me balls deep. I mewl with the brutal stretch of his massive manhood.
"Oh. Oh!" Elea shrieks. "We are leaving. Once you're done, come back to the table. There will be no embarrassment. One thing you will learn is how horny super males are. They fuck their females when the urge hits, even if it is in public."
Both females practically race out of the bathroom, allowing the door to bang shut.
A hand grips mine and yanks it back to land on a head full of hair. It's silky and long, running past his ears. Gripping the top of it, I hold on for dear life. Damon isn't gentle. He's ravenous.
"Mine!" He roars. His hips slam against my ass—the filthy sound is erotic.
"Yes!" I scream when he lifts me up by the hips and thrusts at such an angle my eyes roll back, and my body convulses. Legs are magically bent back and pressed against his hips. One hand grips my hair, yanking me back against his chest. The shift forces my chest out. I don't dare look in the mirror to witness what I look like all strung up in the air.
His fingers snatch mine up, giving me something to grip when my hands claw at air. It holds me up, preventing me from face-planting against the wooden countertop.
Pleasure spikes within my core, tightening my thighs. "I'm–". Further words are lodged in the back of my throat as I crash and burn. Ecstasy fills my soul, dominating it.
Every thrust from Damon has my body thrumming to the beat, prolonging the pleasure coursing through me.
With a grunt, his body thrusts one final time before liquid heat fills my core. There's so much a slight pressure begins to form within me.
"Damon," I moan delirious. "Will this be normal for us? How intense it is?" How do females survive such passionate orgasms throughout the day and still live a fully functioning life?
Fingers tap along my skin, giving me an answer to my questions. Tiredness seeps into me, and yet, I want more of Damon. Now that I know what true love is, and I believe Damon's actions are just that, I don't want it to stop. Just the thought has my heart squeezing in agony.
Hands and magic work quickly, placing me on the counter's edge, my legs no longer having sensation. With the mirror at my back, exhaustion takes over, and my eyes close.
A whimper vibrates deep within my throat when Damon licks up my thighs, cleaning me of sweat and cum. Any that leaks out, he pushes back inside my over-sensitive pussy. Once he's satisfied, a different type of pressure is applied to my leaking cunt.
"Mine," he softly whispers against my lips.
The silky blue dress flows across my skin in a blink, no longer underneath it. A black thong appears out of nowhere before the material is slid up my legs to cover my soaked core. There's no uncomfortableness. No wetness.
"Did you do something to prevent your cum from spilling out?" I go to reach down and touch the still pulsing flesh when my hand is dragged away tenderly. An affectionate kiss is pressed against the back of it.
"Only mine," Damon drags the second word out like a command. The man is sure bossy when it comes to my body.
"Fine, I won't touch your pussy." I playfully roll my closed eyes at him. "I'll ask Irel and Elea what is taking place." I chuckle when his teeth nip at my bottom lip. "If you keep progressing with words, you might string a sentence together by the end of the week." I hope he can. I want to hear his voice.
Damon lifts me off the counter, an arm under my knees and back, securing me to his chest. I forget for a second I can't touch him and my hand goes straight through where his chest should be. "Hopefully, this ghost shit ends too," I grumble, not liking how I can't touch the man who just liquified my body.
He nips my ear.
"Is nipping your thing or something you do since you can't speak?"
He taps my thigh. "Mine," he says right before nipping my throat. The bite to the tender flesh has my thighs clenching in anticipation for something I shouldn't have the energy for. "Mark you. Mine."
Do I like pain during sex? I didn't when I was with Derrek. Maybe Damon brings it out in me. Is it because I feel safe with Damon even without seeing him?
There's something to say about a man who can create a comforting sensation within my body after a few days of being aware of him.
The door swings open, and we leave the bathroom. The sound of the council members talking doesn't bring me out of my sleepy haze.
Yawning, I rub my eyes. "If I pass out, I'll get the rest of the meeting information from Irel when I wake up. You did a number on me, Mister." Closing my eyes, I go to rest my head against his chest when it slips right through. "This is starting to piss me off. It needs to pick what I go through and stop changing it up."
Damon's hand presses against my head, holding me in place to rest against his body.
My mind is already being consumed by darkness when I realize he's still holding my body up with two hands.
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