Chapter 29

Clara

Was I going to regret this? Yes. But was I going to stop him from carrying me to his room? No. My whole body jiggled with excitement; every other reasonable thought vanished. I needed Damon to make me forget Liam.

He carried me to his room and placed me on the floor. Awkwardness settled between us, and I suddenly felt shy.

"You can't be thinking of backing out now," his deep, husky voice, heavy with desire, muttered. I gulped and shook my head.

"I want this," I murmured, then boldly took off his shirt, exposing myself to him. He groaned.

"You weren't wearing anything underneath?" he asked roughly. I shook my head. "I have no underwear; Delilah's doesn't carry my size," I explained, biting my lip as his eyes scanned me. I felt self-conscious and was about to cover myself when he spoke.

"You're perfect, Clara, absolutely perfect," he murmured, slowly walking toward me. I couldn't suppress the moans escaping my throat when he grabbed my breasts and squeezed.

"Perfect," he murmured, then bent down and took one of my nipples in his mouth. I felt myself growing wet.

"Damon," I moaned, and he groaned before pulling back to look at me.

"Undress me," he muttered. I immediately unbuttoned his shirt, helping him take it off. He was incredibly well-built.

"You can touch," he murmured. I didn't hesitate, running my hand down his sculpted abs.

"You are so sexy," I murmured, immediately embarrassed when he laughed.

"I know, love," he murmured. I rolled my eyes, then reluctantly looked away from his chest and focused on his pants. I pulled them down; he kicked them off, then removed his boxers. I gasped at the sight of his erection. I'd always thought Liam's was big, but…damn!

Second thoughts began to surface, and Damon seemed to notice. He pulled me close.

"It's going to fit, don't worry," he murmured. I gulped and nodded. This was getting real.

Before I could think, Damon's lips slammed against mine. I kissed him back with equal urgency. It was our first kiss, and it felt amazing.

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard penis.

"Damon," I moaned against his lips. My fingers couldn't even circle it.

"You don't know how much I want to fuck you senselessly right now, Clara. I won't be gentle; can you handle that?" he murmured. I slowly nodded, unsure if I could.

He sucked in a breath. I gasped as he pushed me onto his soft bed—I hadn't even realized we'd reached it.

"I'd like to taste and touch every inch of you, but I want to be inside you first," he murmured, climbing on top of me, spreading my legs, and positioning himself.

I moaned as my body trembled with pleasure. He wasn't even inside yet, but his touch was electrifying.

"No condom?" I asked softly. He chuckled before thrusting into me in one go. I cried out in pain as he groaned with pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel better than I imagined," he murmured, sinking further inside. I clutched the sheets, writhing in pain.

"Ow!" I cried. He bent down to kiss my face.

"Shhh, it'll go down. You're so fucking tight, baby. I'll wait until you adjust to my size," he murmured, though it was clearly hard for him to control himself.

After a while, I wrapped my legs around his waist and nodded. He understood and began moving slowly. With each thrust, I moaned. I felt full, and though it still hurt, pleasure was overtaking the pain.

"I can't go slow anymore, Clara," he murmured through clenched teeth. I nodded.

"Then don't," I muttered. He began thrusting hard and fast.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned, arching my back, my eyes rolling back in my head. This intense pleasure was unlike anything I'd ever felt.

"Oh fuck, Clara. You feel so good," Damon moaned. His moans emboldened me.

I sat up, flipping us over so I was on top. His eyes widened in amusement as I took his penis and positioned it at my core.

"Oh," I moaned, slowly pushing it inside. He was so full. Damon hissed, never taking his eyes off me. I rode him as fast as I could.

His moans matched mine, signaling I was doing well.

"Faster, Clara," he muttered. I groaned; I couldn't go any faster; I was about to explode.

Damon flipped us back over, thrusting into me like a wild man. I saw stars.

"I'm going… I'm going to cum," I managed to say. He growled, burying his head in my neck. Just as I was about to climax, I felt his fangs pierce my neck. Initially painful, it quickly turned into unimaginable pleasure as he continued thrusting.

In that moment, something shifted between us, but we were too caught up in the pleasure to notice.