went inside his room. I tossed and turned, trying to summon up the courage to go to him. In the end I slid out of bed quietly, padded down the hall, and gently knocked on his door.
A loud, agonised sound came from behind it, my name a warning on his tongue. “Rose.”
“Can I come in?”
“You probably shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
Silence.
When he finally spoke, his voice was thick and gravelly. “Because I want to be inside you, and if I look at you right now, my restraint will break.”
His words, though they were almost begging, spurred me on. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside and found him standing by the window. The curtains were still open and a pale sliver of moonlight shone over his body. He wore nothing but a towel around his hips, and I couldn’t help letting my eyes trace the pleasing contours of his muscles.
His gaze was dark and full of uncertainty.
“Would it be so bad to break?” I whispered. “I want you, Damon.”
That made something snap in him. Within seconds he was across the room, his hands sinking into my hair as he lowered his mouth to mine. I moaned into the kiss, needing it more than air. He began to move forward while I moved back until my legs hit the edge of the mattress. He never broke the kiss as he lowered me onto the bed, his towel falling off in the process. My pyjamas were thin, and I gasped into his mouth when I felt his hot, thick erection pressing into my bare thigh.
“Jesus, fuck,” he swore, his mouth moving from my lips, over my chin, and down to my throat. He pressed his teeth to the tender hollow, growling as his hands gripped my hips.
“Damon,” I moaned, tingles fluttering through my body. I was already wet when he reached down and slipped a hand inside my shorts. He touched me lightly, his fingers parting my lips as he tested my readiness.
“Perfect,” he breathed, his mouth a gasp at my neck. The word seemed to echo through my skin, reverberating into my pores. My legs fell open as he started pulling my shorts and underwear down my thighs. Next he pulled off my T-shirt, baring my breasts to him. Even in the dark room I saw how his eyes glittered as he soaked in the sight of me. I felt nervous and exhilarated all at once.
I was naked, but so was he, and we both just sort of stared at each other. It felt surreal. I was here with Damon, about to cross a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, and I’d never been more certain of anything in my life. Neither of us was drunk, but the alcohol was still vaguely present in my system, making me brave.
I reached out and gripped his neck, pulling his mouth down to mine. I slid my tongue along his lower lip and felt him shudder, and then I kissed him. We kissed for a long time, just drinking each other in. I loved the feel of his hard, bare chest pressed against my breasts. After a while I grew overly aware of his shaft rutting desperately at my inner thigh. I wanted it closer.
With one hand still on Damon’s neck, I moved the other down between our bodies, gripping his hot cock, squeezing it lightly. He groaned noisily, the slide of his tongue in my mouth growing frenzied at my touch. I jerked him a few times, mostly just getting acquainted with the feel of him. Then, unable to wait any longer, I guided his tip to my clit and rubbed a slow circle. I gasped into his mouth at the same time his breathing turned erratic.
“Rose,” he rasped. “God, Rose.”
“I want you,” I whispered, continuing to move his cock over my clit. I could’ve come from that alone, but Damon grew more desperate, his hips jutting, seeking entrance. I let go, and the tip of his penis slid just the barest inch inside me. Damon grunted and withdrew. He held himself above me, just quietly panting for a few brief moments.
“I’ll get a condom,” he breathed, and I nodded, words failing me.
Just as he moved to get off the bed, I put a hand on his arm. “Wait,” I whispered.
Damon froze, his dark eyes meeting mine in the moonlight. “What is it, petal?” he asked, reverence in his voice. I loved it when he called me that. He didn’t do it often, only when he was