E I G H T

~ ANASTASIA ~

I'm choosing to be reckless. I know I will probably regret this when I'm down from the high but I couldn't care less, not when my body melts against Damien's and I whimper when his tongue delves deeper into my mouth.

‘This isn't right’ My brain whispers, but I push the voice back, deciding to turn a blind eye to it for now. This is Damien, my fucking high school crush who crushed me. But we are married. A contract marriage for that matter. Maybe we are just making things easier by…

“Ohhhh…” I let out a long throaty moan when he cups my face and grips my hip possessively while his mouth descends to my neck, his tongue licking my throat from base to top.

I let my hands roam over his bare chest which doesn't have even a spec of ink on it. And sweet Jesus, his body. Ohh, his body. I've gawked at him from afar, even lusted after it, back when he was my enemy of a neighbour without curtains and when he was the central midfielder in the school's football team when I'd joined the cheerleading team because of him.

Mere humans aren't built like this. Only gods are built like this.

He growls into my mouth as my hands roam his chest. My pulse thrums wildly and my core clenches with pure unbridled lust as I grip his towel, wanting to yank it off him so I can feel him skin to skin.

I gasp when he suddenly spins us and I didn't even know we were near the bed until he shoves me down on it. A whimper tears through my throat as he crawls slowly over me like a predator stalking its prey, his gaze fierce and his brown eyes shining with lust, the gold in them more pronounced as his gaze rakes over me like a dagger against my skin.

The towel falls away. My jaw falls harder as my eyes drop between us.

Jesusfuckingchrist.

I've seen him naked from seventy feets away but it's not like he was hard when I was peeping at him.

He is now.

Damien is huge. Thick, swollen, gorgeous, lined with green veins, beautiful, ‘how’s that going to fit in me’ type of huge. I dare not compare his cock with Hector's. It will be like I'm shaming him. I gulp as my eyes meet his.

I feel blood rushing to my head when my gaze lands on his cocky smirk, reminding me of why I hated the fucking man. I force myself to scowl at him, hiding the fact that I'd given him the satisfaction of seeing me drool over his beautiful cock.

He pauses, his gaze raking my face as if waiting for me to say something.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want me to stroke your ego by telling you how big and hard you dick—”

He rocks his hips, letting the swollen head of his cock rub hotly against my core through my lacy panties which are getting embarrassingly wet.

I let out a whimper, my head tilting back in pleasure.

“You were saying?” He asks mockingly, repeating the hip roll before I could reply which made me moan again.

His mouth lowers to my neck, sucking the flesh.

“So, what were you saying about my big, hard dick?” He whispers against my skin.

“I wasn't — holy shit!”

The fucker bites me. Hard. And I hate that I like it. Pleasure thrums through my body as heat pools between my thighs. He does it again while rolling his hips and I can feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I fear that I might not be able to see clearly by the time he's done with me.

Damien moves lower, nibbling my flesh while I turn to a whimpering mess under him. Then even lower, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

He moves lower to my breasts and I gasp when his warm mouth covers my left breast while his right hand palms and squeezes my right breast. He sucks on it, bites, and blows air against it and I feel like I might cum with him just working on my breast.

After giving my left breast undivided attention, he moves to the right.

“Fuck—”

“That's the plan.” He whispers against my skin.

I shudder, dropping my hooded gaze to where he's looking at me from my breasts. My grip on the sheets tightens as he lowers his mouth to my breast again. His tongue peeks out, licking my nipples sensually as if he was putting on a show just for me to see.

I hiss, groaning in pleasure and annoyance that I'm giving him the satisfaction of watching me squirm under him. And I sigh in bliss when he slides down to give my ass a firm squeeze just as he tongues my nipple again.

“Damien...”

“Yes baby?”

“Shut the fuck up, I'm not your — holy shit!”

I jerk in surprise when he bites my nipple. Hard.”

“Please continue.” He murmurs against my skin. “I love it when you run your mouth wildly.”

“You arrogant son of a—”

My body jolts in surprise when he runs his thumb up and down my clit through my panties and I feel my toes curl in ecstacy.

His mouth begins to slide down my body, leaving marks down my skin as my stomach quivers beneath his touch. Lower and lower and… lower until my eyes bulge when I feel his fingers curl around the waistband of my panties.

I didn't shave this morning.

And no, it's not like I've gone full cave woman down there but today's not shave day so… it might be… you know… a little hairy.

I stay still as he slowly lowers my panties, afraid that I will break the trance or whatever spell is holding me in place.

“Hmmm. Beautiful…” He whispers against my skin and my toes curl. And no, this is not the first time a man will go down on me or call me beautiful. My reaction is definitely because of the situation.

With a low growl, Damien's mouth drops between my legs and I let out a long throaty moan when his tongue delves between my slick folds.

“Ohhh fuuuuuuuck…”

Damien groans as he drags his tongue up and down my slit, turning me putty under him. A shiver whacks through my body when he hums against my clit before sucking on it. I bury my hands in his hair, pushing him deeper against me while my toes curl in pleasure.

Holy fuck!

I shudder as he tongues my aching bud— mercilessly. He twirls the tip of his tongue around my clit, biting and sucking.

Then, he yanks my knees back and apart, lewdly spreading me open to his hungry consuming gaze. His mouth delves back between my thighs and I cry out his name in pleasure when his tongue plunges into me, tongue - fucking me.

I think I'm going to pass out.

His palm smacks my ass. Once. Twice. Thrice. Until the pleasure whacks through my body and it feels like I'd explode into a million pieces.

And suddenly, I'm coming. Harder than I've ever come. It's like I'm leaving earth, like all the cells in my body clash and crash and ignite like fiery embers at the same time. I'm coming harder than I've ever come in my entire fucking life. It's an out of body experience.

But he didn't stop.

He ate out my orgasm, my body shaking as I alternated between trying to push his head off me and pulling him into me. Then, he dips a finger into me while he sucks on my clit and I see fucking stars.

“Oh my god. Damien!”

“Hmmm.” He hums against my flesh. “Your god.”

Shit.

He smacks my ass again and my eyes roll back. The second orgasm tears through my body like a tidal wave. And this time, I'm too exhausted to move or scream. It was as if I'd lost the ability to see or speak.

I shudder, spasming in pleasure before the darkness consumes me.