“Good morning,mea sol,” I whispered, lingering within a breath’s distance of his lips, before giving him another tender kiss.
“Good morning,mea luna,” he echoed, his voice rough as his lips pulled back into the sweetest smile. He lifted his hand to comb his fingers through my curls, and I tilted my head into the touch, the sensation sending goosebumps skittering over my skin.
His hand slid over my shoulder where my loose sweater had slid down to expose skin, around to my back, and then lower before he pulled me down onto him. A laugh burst from my lips as he pulled me down onto his chest.
He peppered kisses over my cheek, down my neck, wherever he could place them until I was squirming, unable to hold the laughter at bay at the way his stubble tickled my skin. He rolled us over until I was beneath him, his naked body pressing me into the mattress, and my breath hitched at the feel of him hard against me.
His lips crashed into mine, his tongue sweeping in to taste me, and I moaned into him as he rocked his hips against me, stoking the flame that had already started to light at the sight of him in our bed.
My hands shot up, tangling in his dark waves as I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, needing more of him, something deep within me calling out, desperate to feel him closer. He slid his hands up under my sweater, pulling it up to expose my breasts. A moan burst from my lips as he dipped down to nip at the exposed flesh, his tongue flicking against the taught peak before he drew it between his teeth.
His eyes lifted to me as he sucked and teased, and my breath hitched as his hand slid between us, down into my underwear.
“So wet for me,” he breathed against my skin and my back bowed as he ran his finger down my center, feeling every inch of the heat building inside me.
A moan burst from me as he brushed his thumb over the bundle of nerves that was throbbing, aching to be touched, before he sank a finger deep inside me. My head fell back, lips parting as a gasp burst from my throat. He watched me with hungry eyes as he pumped his fingers in and out, devouring the sight of me writhing beneath him. His fingers slid out, and I fell into a panting mess on the blankets, lifting my eyes to his as he drew his finger between his lips, tasting me.
“Gods, you taste divine.”
He peeled my underwear down my legs before tossing them to the floor. I pushed myself up, and he settled back, allowing me room as my lips collided with his. My tongue swept in as my hands roamed over his chest, tasting him, tasting me. There was something unmistakably right about it, about the way he felt against me.
I broke the kiss just long enough to pull my sweater over my head before my lips were against his again. A satisfied hum rippled from his throat as I grabbed his arms, guiding him down onto his back. He watched me with curious eyes as I straddled him, but as I ran my fingers down his hard length, his eyes slid shut, hands fisting in the blankets. I lifted myself, watching his lips part in a silent moan as I slid down onto him, and my head fell forward as he stretched me, as I absorbed every inch of him until I was panting.
“Fuck, Cas,” he growled before his hands found my hips.
I planted my hands on his chest before I rocked my hips forward, and a moan slipped past my lips. His eyes opened, just slightly, as he guided my hips, dragging me back and forth against him. My back arched at the angle, at the feel of him deep inside me. God, it felt good—too good.
He rose, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck to drag me down to him as he bit down on my throat, fangs slicing into my skin before pleasure shot up my spine, my back arching as I stilled.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he growled, breaking his connection just long enough to speak. “I want to feel you come all over me.”
He bit down again, and I did as he asked, rolling my hips against him, each touch amplified to a point where I didn't know if I could last much longer. I felt him drink deeply, felt myself flow into him, and I never in my wildest imagination would have imagined it could feel so amazing, so fulfilling, so... right.
“Damien, I don’t think I can—”
“Don’t,” he said, pulling away just enough to stare into my eyes. “Don’t hold back. Don’t stop.”
My chest heaved as I tried to draw in air, and I met his molten gaze, falling into the depths of his eyes in a way that promised no return.
I never wanted to return, never wanted to escape.
“Come undone for me,” he said, his fingers digging into my hips as he guided me into the rhythm, lifting his hips to meet me. I gasped at the spot he hit, at the release beckoning me into the abyss. “I want to feel you shatter around my cock. Cry out my name for the world to hear.”
He pulled me down with him, kissing me hungrily, and we fell into sync, consuming each other, losing ourselves to one another. I’d been long lost to him, time and time again, in this life and past lives, and I’d do it all over again. As long as I had him, I didn’t care what we faced, what we encountered.
He cursed against my lips as his body tightened beneath me, and I cried out, pleasure rolling through me as he lifted his hips to thrust into me once more. His head dipped back to the pillow as he joined me in his own release.
My arms quivered as I held myself up, my curls spilling over my shoulders and around my face as I gazed down at him. He lifted his eyes to me, a breathless smile curving his lips as he lifted his hand to cup my cheeks.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.”
My cheeks flushed at his words, my heart fluttering in my chest.
“Happy Solstice,” he breathed, eyes trailing over my face.
I smiled, placing my hand over his as I melted into his touch. “Happy Solstice.”
His eyes rose to the window, and he let out a breath. “How late did I sleep?”
