burning desire

The moment they stepped into Damien’s penthouse, the air between Sofia and Damien crackled with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. The kiss in the car had been a prelude, a simmering heat that now threatened to boil over. Sofia’s heart pounded in her chest as Damien closed the door behind them, the quiet click of the lock echoing like a gunshot in the silence.

She turned to face him, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Damien’s dark eyes bore into hers, his expression unreadable yet brimming with something primal. He took a step toward her, his tailored suit hugging his broad shoulders, the scent of sandalwood and danger enveloping her like a cloak.

“Damien,” she whispered, her voice trembling. What am I doing? she thought, but the question was drowned out by the roar of desire coursing through her veins.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for her, his fingers brushing against the curve of her cheek before sliding into her hair. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine. She tilted her head back, her lips parting instinctively as he leaned in.

Their second kiss was nothing like the first. It was raw, unrelenting, a collision of heat and need that left her breathless. His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her with a possessiveness that made her knees weak. She moaned into him, her hands clutching at his shirt as if she were drowning and he was her only lifeline.

This is dangerous, a voice in her head warned, but she silenced it with a fervor that surprised her. She didn’t care about the contract, about Jake, about anything but the man in front of her. Damien pulled her closer, his body hard against hers, and she could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against her thigh.

“Sofia,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough. “Tell me you want this.”

She didn’t hesitate. “I want this. I want you, you know I always will.”

It was all the encouragement he needed. In one swift motion, he scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom. His lips never left hers, their kisses growing more urgent with every step. When they reached the bed, he laid her down gently, his eyes roaming over her as if she were a treasure he intended to devour.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He leaned down, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. Sofia arched into him, her fingers threading through his hair as she clung to him.

This can’t be real, she thought, but the feel of him, the heat of his skin against hers, was too vivid, too consuming to be anything but. His hands roamed over her body, unhurried yet deliberate, as if he were memorizing every curve. When he reached the zipper of her dress, he paused, his eyes meeting hers.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice a low growl.

She swallowed hard, her heart hammering in her chest. “I want you, Damien. All of you, give me all you got.”

With a look of satisfaction, he eased the zipper down, the fabric pooling around her as he exposed her to his hungry gaze. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he simply stared, his expression one of awe. Then he leaned down, his lips capturing a nipple, and Sofia cried out, her body trembling with need.

“Damien,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Please… I need you more than ever right now”

He didn’t make her wait. His hands worked quickly, shedding his clothes with an efficiency that left her dizzy. When he finally joined her on the bed, his body pressing hers into the mattress, she could feel the heat of him, the weight of him, and it was almost too much.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice firm yet tender.

She obeyed, her eyes meeting his as he positioned himself at her entrance. This is it, she thought, her breath catching in her throat. The moment she had both feared and longed for.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he filled her with his hardness,and Sofia’s world shattered. She cried out, pleasure, her nails digging into his back as he buried himself to the hilt. For a moment, they both stilled, the sensation of being completely joined overwhelming her.

“Sofia,” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re mine now. Forever.”

The words sent a jolt through her, but she didn’t have time to dwell on them. Damien began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice breaking on the word, while she moans " he's so good" I want more of him" , she was so surprised how she still wants him despite all that's been happening, seems she didn't really care, she just wants pleasure.

He obliged, his pace quickening, his movements becoming more urgent. Sofia’s mind went blank, every thought, every worry, disappearing in the haze of pleasure. She could feel the tension building inside her, a coil tightening with every thrust.

“Damien,” she whimpered, her body trembling on the edge. “ please don't stop, please I’m close… so close.ohhh ye.....sss" she moans

He growled, his teeth nipping at her neck as he drove into her with a force that left her gasping. “Come for me, Sofia,” he demanded, his voice raw with need." I like it when you do"

It was all it took. Her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of ecstasy leaving her breathless and shaking. Damien followed her over the edge, his own release shuddering through him as he buried himself deep inside her.

For a long moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sofia’s mind was a whirlwind of emotion, her heart pounding in her chest. What just happened? she wondered, but she didn’t have the energy to dwell on it.

Damien shifted slightly, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her close. His lips brushed against her forehead, a gesture that felt oddly tender given the intensity of what had just transpired.

“Sleep,” he murmured, his voice soft yet commanding. “You’re safe with me.”

Sofia wanted to protest, to ask him what this meant, but exhaustion claimed her before she could form the words. As she drifted off, she felt a strange sense of comfort, as if the storm inside her had finally quieted.

But in the depths of her mind, something stirred—a vision of a moonlit forest, of eyes glowing in the dark, of a bond that stretched across centuries. She jerked awake, her heart racing, but Damien’s steady breathing beside her calmed her.

What was that? she thought, her mind racing. But before she could make sense of it, she felt the pull of sleep again, her body sinking into the mattress as Damien’s warmth enveloped her.

In the quiet of the night, as Sofia lay in Damien’s arms, she couldn’t ignore the feeling that something ancient was awakening within her. And as she drifted off once more, she wondered if she was falling in love or falling into a trap.