Page 69 of Deathless & Divided

“Mine,” he repeated strongly. “This is mine, how wet you are is all mine, and everything I do to you is mine, Lily. Only I get to do this, see you like this, and feel you like this. The next man who touches you in a way that is anything less than innocent will get the pleasure of feeling a bullet rip through his skull.”

“Jesus,” Lily breathed.

“Say it,” Damian said, keeping the rhythm of his fingers fucking her at a tempo just fast enough to get her need to come rising. “Tell me what you know, what you know you want to say, and I’ll give you everything you need.”

“B-but …” Lily trailed off, canting her hips into his palm with every thrust. Damian fucked Lily a little harder, curling his fingers to learn the inside of her pussy so he would know the right spot to get her raining all over his hand.

“There are no buts, Lily,” Damian said lowly. “I intend for you to be my wife, that makes you mine, and every time I touch you like this, I expect you to know it, too. Tell me that you know, sweet girl. Every inch of your body is mine to taste, fuck, and have. None other but me.”

“You,” Lily echoed.

Damian grinned in satisfaction, watching Lily’s eyes flutter closed as her sex began to shudder around his fingers. “My name in your mouth, Lily. That’s what I want to hear every time you come tonight.”

Lily whimpered. “Every single time?”

“Oh, I can guarantee there will be more than just the once.”

“God, Damian.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I want to hear.” When her body released around his fingers, Damian kissed in the inside of Lily’s thigh before he bit the same spot. The tartly sweet smell of her arousal soaked into his lungs as her come trickled down his palm. The second cry of his name came out louder, breathless. “Fuck yeah, Lily, just like that.”

The tremors rocking her from top to toe satisfied Damian like nothing fucking else. He withdrew his hand from between her legs and stood, yanking her dress up with him in fistfuls until he could pull it over her head. Lily didn’t shy away from the roughness in his actions as she worked at undoing the buttons of his dress shirt and loosening his tie. She pushed the silk shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. Damian only let go of her long enough to let the shirt hit the floor along with his tie.

“Christ, leave it,” Damian ordered when Lily tugged at his belt.

Her wide eyes lit up with confusion. “But—”

“Not important,” he said before his mouth crushed down on hers. Lily’s plump lips parted to let his tongue strike into her mouth. She tasted of him and heat as his teeth scraped along her bottom lip and down her chin. Damian explored the expanse of her creamy, silky skin with his hands and mouth, licking a wet line down her throbbing pulse point and then nipping a path at her collarbones. “What do you sound like when you’re being fucked, Lily? Are you wild and loud or soft and quiet?”

“I …” Her words drifted off into a low, aching moan when Damian pushed her back against the door. He caught her wrists in his hands and lifted them high above her head, pinning them to the wood. Her chest and breasts, still stained with the red wine from earlier, arched against his body. “Depends on how you fuck me, Damian.”

“Raw.” He forced the word out through gritted teeth and caught her wild gaze with his own. “Raw, Lily.”

“Mmm.”

“I’m going to fuck you raw. Until every inch of you feels me everywhere. Until I know all the sounds you make and how all of you tastes. Fucking raw, sweetheart.”

Lily’s lip disappeared under her top teeth. “Yes, please.”

Damian jerked her away from the door, spinning her fast so he could push her along the hallway with his hand at her back. Lily didn’t stumble as he moved in closer, caught the ends of her hair in his fist, and tugged her back into his chest.

“You’re not a goddamn china doll.”

“No,” she whimpered.

“I am not going to treat you like one, Lily.”

“Good.”

“Bedroom,” he said.

Lily turned left at the end of the hallway and Damian let her go the moment she stepped into his bedroom. He flicked the light on, illuminating the space and her gorgeous figure to his eyes. She spun to face him as she walked backward until her legs hit the edge of his bed.

Lily DeLuca was a beautiful creature—wide, clear eyes, bitten red lips, mussed hair, and a body begging to be fucked by him. Her chest heaved with her ragged breaths and all he could think about was being buried nine inches inside her pussy and fucking her until he couldn’t think.

Her arms fell to her sides and her palms turned up in his direction like she was inviting him in. It looked almost innocent in nature, submissive even in the way her gaze flitted downward so she could stare at him through her lashes. The girl had no idea the effect a simple look could have.

Damian was so hard his cock fucking hurt. The thick ridge of his erection strained against his slacks, the line of the zipper biting through his boxer-briefs into his dick. He reached down and unbuckled his belt before pulling it slowly from the loops. He didn’t look away from her once as he unbuttoned the slacks, opened the zipper and pushed his pants down until he could step out of them.