The heat between them grew unbearable. Every time Damien's lips claimed hers, Elena felt her pulse spike, her knees weaken, her entire body ache for more.
Her hands scrambled against his shoulders, gripping his suit jacket as though he were the only thing tethering her to earth. He groaned into her mouth, deep and rough, then dragged his lips to her throat.
"You don't know what you've started," he growled against her skin. His teeth scraped the delicate spot under her ear, and she gasped, arching into him.
"Yes, I do," she whispered recklessly.
He chuckled, dark and dangerous. "No, little one. You don't. But you will."
His hands were everywhere at once, sliding up her thighs, squeezing her ass, palming her breast until she moaned into his shoulder. Every touch was possession. Claim. Promise.
Elena was trembling, but not with fear. With need. Her body burned everywhere he touched, her panties damp and clinging as she ground against his thigh without even realizing it.
He caught the movement and stilled her with a firm grip on her hips. His storm-gray eyes bored into hers, sharp and merciless. "You're already wet for me, aren't you?"
Her lips parted in shock, but she couldn't deny it. The throbbing ache between her legs gave her away.
Damien's mouth curved into a sinful smile. "Answer me."
"Yes," she breathed, her cheeks flushed.
"Yes, what?" he pressed, his thumb stroking her jaw with deceptive tenderness.
Her pulse skittered. "Yes… Damien."
"Good girl."
He spun her around and pressed her face-first into the wall, his palm flattening against her lower back, forcing her hips to tilt. She gasped as his thigh pressed between her legs, grinding against her slick heat through the fabric.
"God, listen to you," he muttered, his mouth on her shoulder. "Moaning for me when I haven't even fucked you yet."
Her knees nearly gave out at his words.
He didn't give her time to recover. His hands were already at her dress, tugging the fabric down in rough, impatient movements. It pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy bra and panties.
He stepped back for just a second, long enough to rake his gaze over her trembling form. The hunger in his eyes made her shiver.
"Turn around."
She obeyed instantly, breathless.
"Beautiful," he said, voice husky. His hand slid over her stomach, pulling her flush against him. She felt the hard, insistent press of his arousal against her hip, and she gasped.
"You feel that?" His lips brushed hers, his voice a low growl. "That's what you did to me the second you put your mouth on mine in that club. And now…" His hand slipped beneath her bra, cupping her breast, squeezing until she moaned. "…I'm going to ruin you."
Her whimper was swallowed by another bruising kiss. His other hand yanked her panties aside, his fingers sliding over her slick folds, teasing her until she was panting into his mouth.
"Already soaked," he muttered, satisfaction dripping from every word. "Fuck, Elena… I could take you right here against the wall."
"Yes," she gasped before she could stop herself.
His grin was wicked. "Desperate little thing."
He pushed her back toward the bed, never letting go of her mouth, never breaking the rhythm of his hand teasing between her thighs. By the time he lowered her onto the mattress, she was trembling with need, her moans filling the dark suite.
Damien stood at the edge of the bed, pulling off his jacket, yanking his shirt open, his chest a canvas of hard muscle under dim light. Elena's breath caught as her eyes trailed down, watching him undo his belt with a metallic snap that made her thighs clench.
"Take off the rest," he ordered, his voice sharp.
Her cheeks flamed, but she obeyed, fumbling with her bra, sliding it off, then hooking her fingers under her panties. His gaze devoured her as she bared herself to him, her body flushed with both shame and arousal.
"God, look at you," he muttered, his hand palming himself through his trousers as his eyes darkened. "Spread your legs for me."
Her thighs parted, hesitant but eager.
"Wider."
She obeyed, her pulse thundering as she exposed herself fully to his heated stare.
"Good girl," he praised, his tone rough. "Now beg me."
Her lips parted. "Please," she whispered.
"Not good enough." He leaned over her, bracing himself with one hand beside her head, his breath hot against her mouth. His other hand slid teasingly over her thigh but never where she needed it most. "Beg me like you mean it."
Her chest heaved, every nerve ending on fire. "Damien… please. I need you. I need you inside me."
The satisfaction in his eyes was pure sin.
And then he gave her exactly what she begged for.
He freed himself, thick and hard, and positioned at her entrance. Her breath hitched, her body tensing with anticipation.
"Relax," he ordered softly, almost gently. His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face to his.
"Look at me."
Her eyes locked with his as he pushed inside.
The stretch stole her breath, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body adjusted to him. A strangled moan tore from her throat.
"That's it," he rasped, his jaw clenched as though he were barely holding on. "Take me, Elena. Take all of me."
When he was fully seated inside her, both of them gasping, Damien stilled. His thumb stroked her lower lip, his eyes fierce.
"Mine," he growled, before pulling back and driving into her again.
She cried out his name, her back arching as pleasure ripped through her.
"Louder," he demanded, thrusting harder.
"Damien!"
His mouth crashed onto hers, swallowing her moan as he began to move in a punishing rhythm, each thrust harder than the last.
Her cry of his name broke into the air like a confession, and Damien swallowed it greedily, his mouth devouring hers as his hips drove relentlessly against her. Every thrust filled her, stretched her, claimed her in a way no one ever had before.
Elena clutched at him helplessly, her nails raking down the taut muscles of his back. The force of his body pressing into hers was overwhelming, pleasure and heat mixing until she couldn't tell where she ended and he began.
Damien tore his lips from hers, pressing his forehead against hers as he pounded into her. "You feel that? The way you're clenching me so tight?" His voice was low and filthy, every word a command. "You were made for my cock."
She moaned at his raw language, arching her hips to meet him, desperate for more.
"That's it," he groaned, his breath hot against her ear. "Ride me back. Don't just take it, fucking beg me for it."
"Please," she gasped, her voice shaking. "Damien, don't stop. Please."
He hissed between his teeth, the sound primal. One hand wrapped around her throat, not choking, just holding, controlling as he stared into her dazed eyes. "God, I love hearing you beg. You're so fucking wet, Elena. Dripping all over me."
His other hand slid down between their bodies, finding her swollen clit and circling mercilessly. The dual assault ripped a sobbing moan from her lips.
"Damien...oh God..."
"That's it, baby. Let me hear you. Let the whole damn hotel hear how good I make you feel."
Her body tightened, the coil inside her wound so tight she thought she might break. Her vision blurred as waves of heat crashed through her.
"Come for me," he growled against her ear. "Soak my cock."
Her scream shattered in the room as her orgasm ripped through her, her entire body clenching around him, trembling beneath his weight. She convulsed with it, clinging to him like he was her only anchor.
"Fuck," Damien snarled, his control shattering. He thrust harder, deeper, driving her into the mattress as he chased his own release.
When it hit, it was brutal. His groan was guttural, raw, his hips jerking as he spilled into her, his entire body trembling with the force of it.
For a moment, the world was nothing but heavy breathing, slick skin, and the pounding echo of their hearts.
Damien collapsed against her, not crushing, but pressing her down, his face buried in her neck. He kissed her there, softer now, almost reverent, though his hand still gripped her hip possessively.
"You're mine," he whispered against her skin. "Don't ever forget that."
Elena lay wrecked beneath him, her body still humming, her mind spinning. She wanted to argue, to laugh at his arrogance, but the words wouldn't come. She could only breathe, his scent and heat filling her senses.
He pulled back after a long moment, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. His eyes were softer now but still dangerous, still claiming. "Say my name again."
Her lips parted, and the word slipped out like a broken prayer. "Damien."
His smile was dark satisfaction. "Good girl."
He kissed her again, slower this time, before rolling them so she sprawled across his chest. For the first time that night, there was silence, thick, weighted, but strangely safe.
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Hours later, the first light of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains. Elena stirred, her body sore, her thighs trembling from what he'd done to her. Damien slept beside her, one arm heavy across her waist as though even in sleep, he refused to let her go.
Her heart clenched at the sight. He looked different like this, still powerful, still dangerous, but almost vulnerable.
And that terrified her more than anything.
Because this was supposed to be a game. A dare. A night she'd forget.
Carefully, she pried his arm from around her waist and slid from the bed, her legs weak as she gathered her clothes. She dressed quietly, not daring to look back too long, afraid she'd lose her nerve.
At the door, she paused. Her chest ached, though she couldn't explain why.
"Goodbye, Damien," she whispered, even though he couldn't hear her.
And then she slipped out of the suite, closing the door softly behind her.