Page 44 of Hold Me Down
I’m fucking desperate. I want my husband. His skin should be grazing against mine, his sweat should be racing down my body, and his cock should be filling me so thoroughly that I’ll never feel empty again. A strangled cry escapes my throat, unable to fend off my imagination. I want his hands on me. I want to feel his strong grip around my thighs or my throat as I gasp for air, begging him to fuck me harder.
Like he can read my thoughts, he yanks my hair in a harsh pull, craning my neck backward so I stare directly up at him when he forces his cock deeper down my throat. He holds himself there, asserting his dominance as I happily choke around him.
“Touch yourself, little wolf. Make yourself come while I fuck your mouth.”
Oh, God, I’m going to come.
He’s being direct and filthy, a part of himself that he was afraid was lost. That divine authority is back, fighting through the fog like an untamed warrior and taking me for a prize.Hisprize. He pulls back from my mouth, allowing me the opportunity to slip my hand into my leggings. My nails scape against my skin, raising bumps over every inch of my form as I frantically claim my own needs. Like he knows the exact moment my fingertip brushes my clit, he thrusts in again, forcing a moan to stimulate his dick.
His pace is ruthless now, jerking me back and forth, meeting each of his thrusts. I circle my clit at the same pace, already building a pressure in my lower stomach. When his movements start to stutter, I slip a finger into my soaking hole, whimpering around his cock when he twitches on my tongue.
“Fuck, Ashia. Just like that, baby. Keep going.” Hemoans, and my core clenches on command. His brutal pace picks up even more. He slams into me relentlessly, truly fucking my throat. Drool and tears stream down my face and chin, lubing him up to slide in and out as forcefully as he wants. My insides twist and knot up, desperate to explode. When his body tenses and his cock stiffens, ready to blow, I force him down my throat until my nose meets his pelvis. I slide a second finger into my cunt and put just a little more pressure on my clit, exploding the moment he does.
Stars detonate behind my now-closed eyes and I drench my hand, practically suffocating my own two fingers by how harshly I clamp around them. My screams come out muffled and gagged as his cum pools in my throat and mouth, and I fight to keep it all in. I savor the taste, holding it there while he stills inside me.
When I finally open my eyes and look up at him, he’s staring down at me with heaving breaths. His pupils are blown now instead of pinpoints, and as we lock gazes, he slowly retreats from my throat. I swallow his seed, never averting my gaze to show him that his cum is fuckingmine. That anything and everything that ishim, ismine. Hopefully, he doesn’t understand it in the way that I mean it, because that would mean that he does remember what they did to him. His face softens, but not in a saddened way. It’s like he sees my commitment to him, and it’s enough to heal a fraction of the pain he’s endured.
He drops to his knees in front of me, looking both physically and mentally exhausted. His body is no longer as tense, and his breaths aren’t as hefty, obviously feeling some type of relief. I don’t wait a moment to throw my arms around him, pulling him into my embrace and melting against him when he does the same. We bury our faces into each other’s necks to take the other in. Sweat, sex, and fallen leaves permeate through the wooded area, but neither of us seem to mind. We’re completely enraptured with each other, just like we always have been, and nothing has felt more right recently.
Whatever took over his mind before is gone now. It’s just us, on our land, where we’re both safe. We’re home, in the kingdom he built for us. When he pulls back enough to rest his forehead against mine, I plant a soft kiss to his lips, needing to feel him more than anything else in the world. His hand moves to cup my face and pull me in even deeper. What was once electric and rough has faded into something sweet and calm, moving in gentle rhythm.
“Ash?! D?!” Carter yells in the distance, tearing us from the moment. Damien pulls away, just a tiny bit, and his face twists like he’s both pissed and disappointed to hear his voice. I shake my head, nudging my face back into him like we did before.
“Don’t worry about them. We’ll go home, okay?” He nods at my suggestion and buries his face into my neck once again. I keep my head nudged into his, frantically fixing his pants before the guys find us. As we stand, the crunching of leaves and twigs draws Damien’s attention, and it’s like his demons come for him again. He wraps his arm around me before I can fully turn around, cradling my belly in his arm as he yanks me against him in a panic. I lay my arm against his to match it and reach up with the other to cup the base of his neck, melting back against him. “It’s okay. It’s just Zeke and Carter,” I reassure him just before they emerge from the surrounding trees.
“Jesus Christ, I didn’t call you out here just for us to lose you, too,” Zeke huffs, clearly angry but relieved now that he’s found us.
“Sorry. Everything’s fine.” I’m discreet, feeling Damien’s paranoid grip on me tighten. “You guys finish up and come back to the house. I’m going to take him upstairs for a while.” I plan on texting them about the warning Victoria received once we get inside. Damien isnotin the right headspace to handle the threat, and I’m not willing to test that theory.
Before they have the chance to argue or ask what happened, I lead Damien the way they came, figuring they know the way back. His arm remains around me as we step side by side, and when his grip adjusts ever so lightly when the baby kicks, I know he’s using her to ground himself. This was too much. The trees were too much. I can only hope that this hasn’t set him back, that our lust in the forest proved that there’s nothing out here to hurt him. He just has to calm down first…
Chapter 15
Damien
Four Days Later
‘Who’s Laughing Now’ – Hollywood Vampires, Alice Cooper
Pain explodes from every angle. My knuckles, wrists, shoulders, back, head, ears—pretty much anywhere I can touch on my own body. I only meant to be here for a few minutes, but I can tell it’s been much longer. Every time I punch the bag, all I can imagine is someone’s face. Their eyes stare at me as if they’re really here, and it’s not just the victims from my assignments. It’s all of them—everyone I’ve ever killed. They rose to the surface of my mind, and now they call out for me like they’re demanding another.
The blood that coats my vision is a mirage, a façade, and I know that. Somewhere deep down, Iunderstandthat, but the old urge to spill crimson is clawing at my demons and calling for sacrifice. I’m not ready. My time in the woods proved that. A partof me wants to go back to work—needs it, really. But the spirits that lie dormant in my head are in a battle with one another. They tell me that I should, and then I shouldn’t. Every urge is fought off with a memory, and that’s slain by a compulsion. I’m at war with myself.
I should walk out right now. Today is not the day. Everything is supposed to be perfect.
I was doing so well. Breakfast was ready and waiting for her by the bedside when she woke up, and I’ve made sure she hasn’t needed to lift a finger today. We laid in bed while she ate and watched her favorite movies. It was the bare minimum, but seeing her face light up made the walls around my heart crack under the pressure of her love. Her birthday has always been something that’s haunted her. I wanted to make sure she didn’t have to feel that way anymore—starting with this one, today.
If she knew I was in here, it would ruin everything. Zeke and Carter have been keeping her busy upstairs while Serena and I decorated the first floor. Everything is almost perfect. There are pumpkins and fake webs spread across the entire open floor, bats are strung from wall to wall, and there are enough black flowers to buy out every florist in the city and all surrounding areas. She deserves more. I should be getting ready to take her to a five-star dinner, painting her belly orange to watch the trick-or-treaters downtown, and renting out a theater for whatever new horror release was this month. Iplannedall of that…and then the memories came back.
All I could see was the footage of her car exploding and images of me flying through the air. I thought of them coming after us again. Shame weighed my body down as I told Serena that I couldn’t do it—I couldn’t let Ashia leave. I knew that as her best friend, she wouldn’t approve. She didn’t say anything to make me think that, but I know how Serena is. Even when she ran outto grab theater snacks, popcorn, and digital movie codes, I knew what she was really thinking.
“Damien?”Speak of the devil.“Everyone’s almost here. Are you ready?” Serena asks in a chirpy tone. I heave against the sand-filled bag, attempting to pull myself together. This will be the first time I’ve been around so many people, but I know it’ll make her happy. I’ve seen her phone. Emmett, Jaimie, the other barbers, hell, even Grease, have all been texting her to check up. Serena suggested we invite everyone, now that Emmett is healed and pretty much back to normal. How could I refuse, knowing how much it would mean to Ashia?
“Yeah…” I finally reply hesitantly. “I’m ready.” I tear myself away from the bag and turn around, only to be met by angry, emerald green eyes.
“Knock that shit off, Damien.” She crosses her arms and juts her head forward.
“I’m trying, Serena,” I seethe.
