Chapter 125

Damien’s POV

I’m not known for smiling, but Anila somehow brought that side out of me.

She was beautiful, witty, funny, intelligent… strong…

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take not being able to kiss her and touch her. I needed to have her and not just in a dream… I needed the real Anila.

She was so warm and smelled so good in my arms; my lips brushed across her hairline like a feather. I don’t even think she felt it, but I could feel her soft hair brushing across my lips and her skin dampened with beads of sweat.

Falling on top of me like this was the best thing that could have happened today.

I felt myself stiffen in my pants and I silently cursed myself for being so weak.

I felt like a teenager.

There were so many things I wanted to say to her at this moment, so many questions I had in my mind… I thought about our shared dream and how incredible it was. I wanted to relive that dream…

I might have been selfish, but when it came to Anila, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her to myself and I was glad the others didn’t follow us back.

Anila squirmed in my arms and that was when I realized I was still holding onto her as if my life depended on it. I quickly released her and murmured a sorry. She remained still for a moment, and it made me wonder what she was thinking.

Did she want me to let go?

Was she content being in my arms?

She crawled off my body and sat on her knees as she watched me sit up. I slowly got to my feet and held out my hand for her to stand as well. She stared at my hand briefly before she took it; sparks flew free between our touch and my heart skipped a beat. She must have felt it too because her eyes grew wide.

She stood to her feet, pausing slightly as she rose and then she was soon standing in front of me with flushed cheeks, chewing vigorously on her bottom lip. I couldn’t help it, I let my eyes drift to her perfectly plump lips, wanting to taste them for myself.

I reached my hand up and brushed a strand of fallen hair out of her face, making her eyes shift upward and meet mine.

“What are you thinking about right now?” I asked her, my lips inches from her as my breath brushed across her cheek.

She released a shaky breath, indicating that my nearness was affecting her. She was quiet, and for a moment, I didn’t think she was going to answer me. But then I felt her warm hands on the bare of my belly, rising up underneath my shirt, her fingers running across my washboard abs, her nails scratching down my sides.

Her touch was everything and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control myself for much longer. I didn’t have an inner animal, but I did have animalistic urges and right now, Anila was my prey.

“Anila…” I whispered, my tone coming out more growly than I intended.

“I want to make you feel good,” she told me, lifting her gaze to meet mine. “And I want to take care of this,” she added, running her fingers down to the bulge in my pants.

She knew I was hard and that’s why she was doing this so suddenly. She ran her hands up my body again, wrapping them around my neck and pressing herself into me. I could feel her every curve and the way her body moved against mine it was dreamlike. She wore a workout bra, which exposed her incredible body, and she wore skintight leggings that made her curves pop.

“We really should practice more,” I said, my voice unconvincing.

A smile tipped the corner of her lips as she brought them to the corner of my mouth, peppering me with kisses.

“I opt we take a break,” she whispered.

“Anila, we only just started,” I told her. She kissed my cheek, and I felt her soft lips trailing down the nape of my neck. She stood on her toes, trying to get even closer to me.

“You smell so good, Damien,” she whispered. “I need to have you…”

Her mouth found mine; at first, the kiss was gentle and sweet, but the second I felt her tongue slipping out of her mouth and gliding across my bottom lip, it turned on every instinct in my body and I couldn’t get to her fast enough. My arms enclosed around her tiny figure, and I crushed her to me, closing whatever gap lay between us.

She let out a breathy gasp as I hungrily kissed her back, letting my tongue explore every inch of her mouth. Kissing her was like a fantasy coming true; she tasted sweet, and her mouth fit perfectly against mine. It was as if her lips were made to kiss mine.

I ran my fingers down the small of her back and moved them to the waist of her leggings. She pulled back slightly, leaving us panting and wanting more. But I saw the sparkle of humor in her eyes as she slowly took off her workout bra, allowing her breasts the freedom to breathe and move around on their own. My eyes couldn’t look away; they were glued to her perfect figure. My hands twitched, wanting to touch her in all the intimate areas.

She smiled as she pulled down her leggings and I sucked in a sharp breath when I realized she wasn’t wearing underwear. She looked incredible, standing before me completely naked and without a care in the world. She didn’t care if anyone walked in at that moment; she only had eyes for me and my heart swelled at the very thought of having her to myself, even if it’s for just a little while.

I knew studying was a priority, but right now, I didn’t care about anything else.

She lowered herself to the ground, her eyes remaining on mine as she ran her fingers up my pant legs and fiddled with the buttons on my waistline. Once she undid my jeans, I felt them loosening and then sliding down my legs. I was already hard, so I wasn’t embarrassed when my budge nearly poked through my boxers.

I stepped out of my pants, and I unbuttoned my shirt, my hands moving delicately up the fabric until my shirt was hanging off my body. Anila stared at my growing erection for a moment, though she couldn’t see much of it because it was in my boxers, I knew she liked what she saw based on the starry expression in her eyes.

She ran her hands across it, making it twitch with excitement.

She grabbed the seams of my boxers and pulled them down my legs, setting my erection free. Her eyes lit up at the sight of it; my resolve had completely disappeared and I knew there was no turning back now. She licked her lips as she stared at the moisture beading at the tip of my cock; I could feel my heartbeat padding against my chest.

She wrapped her soft fingers around my shaft, rubbing her hand up and down, making sure to collect some of the moisture for easy movement along the way. I felt myself growing harder in her hand and I closed my eyes, basking in the warmth of her touch.

My eyes flew open when I felt her lips wrapping around me and her tongue tasting and exploring. It started off slow and sensual and then turned into something much more. The way she moved her head, the soft moans that rose in her throat, the way she maneuvered her hands, everything she did was perfect.

She quickened her pace, making small gagging noises as my manhood hit the back of her throat. I ran my fingers through her hair, thrusting myself into her; I was unable to control myself. I needed to have her in more ways than I could count. My legs were tingling as the sensation rose inside of me.

I felt my climax bursting forth and I hated myself for being so weak too soon. But I couldn’t help myself; her warm mouth was all that was needed to unravel me.

I breathed out her name, my voice barely above a whisper as I reached my climax.

She continued to suck until there was nothing left and when I was finished, she released me with a pop. I was breathless and I felt sweat beading on my forehead. I gazed down at her grinning face and I knew she was proud of herself.

She slowly lifted to her feet and wrapped her arms around me. I kissed her lips tenderly, breathing her in and never wanting to let go.

She pulled away from me for a moment, though her arms remained around me.

“What is it?” I asked, kissing the bridge of her nose.

She was quiet for a moment, thinking about what to say. Then she lifted her gaze to meet mine, nibbling on the corner of her bottom lip, she said, “I want to mark you.”