CHAPTER 101: CHAPTER 101: THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM.

Elena stirred awake to the chill whisper of night air slipping through the open window, carrying the faint, earthy scent of the jasmine gardens.

Her body hummed with a languid ache, every muscle a sweet reminder of her time with her husband as she lay perfectly still, letting the thrill of their earlier frenzy replay in vivid, heated fragments across her mind.

The office couch was littered with the ropes and vibrator discarded like forgotten relics, and she’d shattered under him not once, each release more devastating than the last. She could still feel his seed flooding her in those cataclysmic jets that still felt warm and possessive deep within.

A flush crept up her neck, her cheeks blooming hot as she bit her lip against a silent chuckle. How long were we lost in it? The sun’s long gone... and yet, here I am, craving more.

She shifted, intending to stretch, but a strong hand was gripping her waist, its heat seeping through her skin like a brand.

Damien’s broad fingers splayed possessively across her bare hip, unwilling to let go.

Elena’s breath caught, her own hand drifting to cover his, tracing the veins that corded his thick, vital, forearm thrumming with the same pulse that had unraveled her hours ago. The same hand that had taken her to the skies and back.

Emboldened, she twisted in his loose embrace, nuzzling closer until their bodies aligned like puzzle pieces forged in fire.

Face-to-face now, she drank in the sight of him her storm of a husband. His thick lashes were fanned dark against his cheeks. Even in repose, he exuded that effortless dominance, the kind that could make any woman beg for just one minute with him.

A soft smile curved her lips; he was devastatingly handsome, this man who’d stripped her bare, body and soul, leaving her shameless and sated, yet inexplicably ravenous.

As if sensing her gaze, Damien’s eyes cracked open, heavy-lidded and smoldering with that predatory gleam she knew too well.

His grin unfurled slow and sinful like a wolf baring just enough teeth to devour its prey. Had he been awake all along? Before she could tease him for it, his hand tightened on her waist, reeling her flush against him until her breasts pillowed soft against the hard wall of his chest.

His breath ghosted her lips, warm and mint-laced, mingling with the lingering musk of their passion. Then, with deliberate intent, he hooked her thigh over his hip, dragging her leg high and open. The motion parted her still-slick folds, pressing her aching center directly against the head of his shaft, already stirring, thickening against her like a beast rousing from slumber.

Elena’s gasp was a feather-soft exhale, her body igniting anew at the intimate friction, the blunt head of him nudging her entrance with teasing insistence.

"Damien... aren’t you exhausted yet?" she murmured, voice husky with sleep and resurgent need, her fingers threading through the damp curls at his nape. But there was no real protest in her tone only a sultry challenge, laced with the thrill of knowing he could never truly tire of her.

His smirk deepened, eyes darkening to midnight as he drank in her flushed face and the way her nipples pebbled against him in the cool draft.

Instead of replying, he surged upward in a fluid, powerful motion, pulling her with him until she straddled his lap, her knees sinking into the plush leather on either side of his hips. The shift left her exposed, thighs spread wide over his naked form, her core hovering just above the rigid length of him: hot, heavy, and pulsing with unsatisfied need.

"Exhausted of you?" he rasped, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her bones, one hand sliding up her spine to tangle in her tousled hair, the other cupping her ass with bruising possession. "How could I ever tire of my beautiful, foxy wife, dripping for me even after I’ve wrecked her?"

He tugged her down then, claiming her mouth in a deep, devouring, kiss his tongue sweeping in to tangle with hers in a slow, erotic dance that tasted of desire.

Elena melted into it, a soft moan humming against his lips as she arched, her breasts dragging against his chest in a silken glide that sent sparks skittering across her skin.

But Damien wasn’t content with her lips; he broke the kiss with a nip to her lower lip, trailing his mouth lower, hot and open-mouthed, to the vulnerable column of her throat.

He latched on it, sucking hard on the tender skin just below her pulse, his teeth grazing her till marks formed on the pale skin.

"The night is still young dear..."

"Ahh... Damien," she moaned, the sound fracturing into breathy whimpers as pleasure bloomed sharp and sweet under his assault, her head tipping back to offer more.

How could she still be this needy for this liquid fire after hours of his relentless claiming?

Her traitorous body answered for her. Without his urging, she shifted, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate grind that dragged her slick folds along the underside of his member.

It sprang harder against her, thick and unyielding, the veined length gliding through her wetness with ease, bumping her clit on every upward slide until her thighs quivered.

She went slowly at first, savoring the tease, the way he throbbed in response, the sweat that smeared hot against her skin like liquid invitation.

Damien’s groan rumbled from deep in his chest, a raw, animal sound that made her clench with dark delight. His hands flexed on her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as if to anchor himself against the tide she was stirring.

"Ellie... damnit, enter me fully. Sink down on me and take what’s yours," he begged, voice gravel-rough and edged with desperation, his hips bucking up once, the tip of him breaching her entrance in a shallow, torturous nudge that had her gasping.

She held his gaze, eyes hooded and triumphant, drawing out the agony a beat longer before complying.

With a deliberate lift, Elena positioned herself, the broad head of him parting her folds like a key to forbidden locks. Then, in one fluid descent, she impaled herself sinking down his length in a slow, searing glide that stretched her to the brink of delirium, her walls fluttering around the exquisite fullness as she bottomed out, seated flush against him.

A shared moan tore from them, hers high and keening, his a guttural curse that vibrated through where they were joined.

Leveraging his broad shoulders, Elena began to move, rising up until only the tip remained, then slamming down with a wet, resounding slap that echoed in the moonlit room.

She set a rhythm that was all her own: unhurried at first, a sensual bounce that dragged every inch of him against her most sensitive depths, her breasts swaying with each descent, nipples grazing his chest like live wires.

The cool breeze from the window kissed her overheated skin, a stark contrast to the furnace building between them, raising gooseflesh even as sweat beaded along her spine.

"Damn, yes...like that, love," Damien hissed, his head falling back against the couch, his throat corded and exposed as he watched her through slitted eyes, mesmerized by the sight of her claiming him.

One hand released her hip to palm a mound, thumb circling the peaked nipple in tight swirls that synced with her bounces, pinching just hard enough to bow her spine and draw a throaty cry from her lips.

The other hand slipped between them, fingers finding her swollen and slick clit and rubbing in firm, insistent strokes that amplified every plunge, turning the coil in her belly into a roaring blaze.

Elena’s pace quickened, unbidden, her bounces turning fervent, hips circling on the downstroke to grind her clit against his palm, chasing the friction that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

"Damien... oh god, you’re so deep...filling me, ruining me," she panted, nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails that made him buck harder into her. The room filled with the slick sounds of her arousal coating him and her moans blending with his grunts in a primal duet.

She leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a messy, devouring kiss, tongues dueling as she rode him toward oblivion, her body a vessel of pure, unfiltered want.

Damien wasn’t content. With a sudden surge, he sat up, banding an arm around her waist to crush her against him, the new angle allowing him to thrust upward in counterpoint meeting her descent with a punishing snap that kissed her cervix and wrenched a scream from her throat.

"Come for me again, Ellie clench this pretty flower around me, soak me like you did before," he demanded against her ear, his free hand fisting her hair to tilt her head back, exposing her throat for his mouth to suck and his fingers never ceasing their assault on her clit.

The command shattered her like glass under a hammer. Elena’s world whited out in a cataclysm of bliss, her walls convulsing in violent spasms around him, milking his length as waves of ecstasy crashed through her, hot and unrelenting leaving her trembling and sobbing his name into the curve of his neck.

He followed with a roar that vibrated through her core, spilling deep once more in those massive, branding jets that flooded her womb, marking her from the inside out. They clung through the storm, breaths ragged and synced, bodies slick and spent in the afterglow’s tender hush.

His fingers traced idle patterns along her spine, lips brushing her temple in feather-soft kisses.

"I can never get tired of you," he whispered, voice hoarse with satiation. "Sleep now, love."

Elena hummed, a sated smile ghosting her lips as she nuzzled closer, forgotten in the warmth of his embrace.