CHAPTER 94: CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR: DESIRES UNRESTRAINED.

Damien’s chest heaved as he rode out the last tremors of his release, his body still locked intimately with hers, unwilling to sever the connection even as the world blurred back into focus.

Sweat glistened on his skin, catching the tears tracing silver paths down her flushed cheeks and her whimpers fading into soft, shuddering breaths that tugged at something deep in his soul.

It turned him on so bad. How can she be so beautiful?

"My love," he murmured, his voice a gravelly caress as he brushed the tears away with his thumbs, his touch feather-light despite the strength coiled in his frame. He pressed his forehead to hers, her soft pants intoxicating the air he breathed like an aphrodisiac.

"Did I hurt you? Say something, wife." Elena just smiled at him, her hair sprawled lazily over the pillow.

Damien’s gaze fell. "I’m sorry I hurt you. I’ll...I’ll do better."

She shook her head, a tremulous smile breaking through the haze of her afterglow. She felt her heart burst from fullness and joy of finally becoming one with the man she loved.

Her fingers drew lazy circles over the scars on his chest. "No darling you didn’t hurt me. It was just... overwhelming. In the best way, of course." Her voice cracked, raw from cries and pleas of pleasure, but her eyes sparkled with happiness.

"I’m...I’m not hurt. But I do feel... sticky and achy."

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, vibrating where they were still joined, drawing a gasp from her lips.

Even the littlest of things from this man made her heart race.

He eased himself free with exquisite care, both of them hissing at the loss, and gathered her close, rolling to cradle her against him like fragile glass.

Elena cradled him on the bed, now apart from his shaft that stood erect in front of her.

His erection stood proud with the thick vein along its length pulsing with restrained need, the shiny crown glittered with a pearl of his arousal that caught the. He was a man forged in fire and shadow, her king, her love and gods, how he stirred her, even as tenderness warred with the fresh ache between her thighs.

Her eyes beheld the mountain staring strongly at her. Earlier, she had been worries of how that thing would even fit her but now, after tasting what being a woman is like, she wanted more.

She wanted to make him feel the amount of pleasure he had made her innocent body feel. When Damien had been busy with state affairs a month ago, she had had time to talk with the head maid who trained her as a new princess in the palace.

The woman had surprisingly given her an erotic book, telling her to learn whatever the book taught her. She was shy at first but the thought of Damien going to another woman to please him just because she couldn’t hit her harder.

She knew he would never...he dared not. Still, she wanted him to feel satisfied and content with her and her alone.

"Damien," she whispered, her voice laced with desire ,shifting in his loose embrace to press a palm flat against his chest, feeling the thunder of his heart beneath her fingertips. It raced for her, just as hers did for him as a symphony of their shared longing for each other.

She trailed her touch lower, nails grazing lightly over the taut ridges of his abs, watching with rapt fascination as his muscles clenched, a low hiss escaping through his teeth. "You’ve given me everything tonight. Let me... let me give back. Let me taste you. Please."

His eyes darkened to molten garnet, surprise flickering amid the hunger as he propped himself on one elbow, the other hand reaching to tuck a damp tendril of chestnut hair behind her ear. "Elena..." The word was a rumble, half-warning, half-entreaty, his free hand flexing against the sheets as if to anchor himself. "You don’t have to gods, you’re already—"

"Shh," she silenced him with a finger to his lips, her own curving into a mischievous smile that belied the flush creeping up her neck. Boldness bloomed in her veins, fueled by the memory of his mouth on her skin and his fingers mapping her secrets with such precision.

She wanted to mirror that. To learn him, to unravel the stoic king until he was as undone as he had made her moments ago. Sliding down the bed with deliberate grace, her breasts brushing against his thigh in a teasing glide that drew a guttural groan from him, Elena settled between his spread legs. The cool air kissed her heated skin, raising gooseflesh along her arms, but the warmth radiating from him chased it away, drawing her closer like a moth to flame.

She started slow, savoring the anticipation, her breath ghosting over the sensitive tip of him in a warm exhale that made his hips twitch involuntarily. Leaning in, she pressed a tentative kiss to the underside, just where the shaft met base, her lips soft and lingering against the velvet-smooth skin stretched taut over steel.

He tasted of salt and musk, of their mingled passion like a heady elixir that flooded her senses, making her mouth water with wicked intent. "Ach...," she murmured against him, remembering the thought that had ignited in his mind moments before, her tongue darting out to trace a languid swirl around the crown, lapping up that glistening bead with a hum of approval that vibrated through him.

Damien’s head fell back against the pillows, a ragged curse spilling from his lips as his fingers tangled in her hair—not pulling, but cradling, giving her the reins while his body betrayed his fraying control. "Damn, love... your mouth..." His voice cracked on the words, hips lifting ever so slightly, seeking more of her warmth, but she held him steady with a gentle press of her hand on his hip, nails dimpling the flesh in a possessive claim.

Emboldened by his surrender, Elena wrapped her fingers around his base, her small hand barely encircling his girth, the heat of him searing her palm like sun-warmed marble. She stroked upward in a slow, deliberate glide, twisting her wrist at the apex to brush her thumb over the slit, spreading the fresh slickness she coaxed forth. His length throbbed in her grasp, heavy and alive, and she marveled at the power she held, the way this mighty warrior, trembled at her touch. Lowering her head, she took him into her mouth inch by torturous inch, her lips stretching around him in a silken seal, tongue flattening against the underside to trace the pulsing vein with feather-light flicks.

The taste of him deepened, rich and addictive, flooding her with a rush of arousal that pooled low in her belly, her thighs pressing together instinctively against the renewed ache. She hummed around him, the vibration drawing a strangled moan from deep in his chest, his free hand fisting the sheets until the fabric whispered in protest.

Bobbing her head slowly at first, she set a rhythm that mirrored the one he had taught her body: deep, encompassing strokes that hollowed her cheeks, her tongue swirling in wicked counterpoint, exploring every ridge and curve as if committing him to memory. Saliva glistened along his length where her mouth couldn’t reach, her hand working in tandem to pump the base, slick and sure, building the friction with each pass.

"Elena...hell, yes, just like that," he rasped, his voice a shattered velvet, hips canting up to meet her descent, though he checked himself with iron will, letting her lead. She glanced up through her lashes, meeting his crimson eyes hooded and wild, locked on her with a ferocity that made her core clench. The sight of him like this, undone by her alone, sent a thrill racing through her, her free hand sliding up to cup his sac, rolling the heavy weight gently, feeling them draw tight under her ministrations.

She quickened her pace, emboldened by his filthy endearments spilling from his lips like prayers: "So good for me... your pretty mouth, taking me so deep... damn! I could lose myself in you forever." The words spurred her on, her head bobbing faster, the wet sounds of her devotion filling the chamber like an erotic symphony, mingling with his deepening groans and the creak of the bed beneath his shifting weight.

Pressure built in him, she could feel it. The subtle swell against her tongue, the erratic twitch of his thighs, the way his fingers tightened in her hair just enough to send sparks of possession skittering down her spine.

With a final, deep swallow that took him to the back of her throat, Elena hummed her encouragement, her eyes never leaving his, willing him to shatter for her. Damien’s control splintered like glass under a hammer, his back arching off the bed, a roar tearing from his throat as release crashed over him in shuddering waves.

Elena pulled back before his release shot into her mouth, her hand milking every last drop until he was spent, trembling, his body collapsing back in a boneless sprawl.

She released him with a soft pop, lips swollen and glistening, a triumphant smile curving them as she crawled back up his body, nestling into the crook of his arm.

His chest heaved beneath her cheek, his arm banding around her waist to pull her impossibly closer, a tender kiss pressed to her forehead amid the haze of his recovery. "Where did you learn such bad deeds from, my queen?," he murmured in a teasing tone, voice hoarse with awe, fingers tracing the curve of her spine in lazy reverence.

Elena chuckled.

"I just want to please you, my king."