Warlock Ch 208. Desire and Dominance *
Without a word, Victoria dropped to her hands and knees, positioning herself on all fours like so obedient servant. Damian's eyes widened in shock. This wasn't sothing he had commanded—she had done it on her own, willingly.
"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, his voice a mix of confusion and disbelief.
Victoria didn't answer imdiately. Instead, her hands moved with deliberate slowness, snaking up his legs, her touch light and teasing. Her nails grazed his skin as she rose slightly, her head tilted just enough to et his gaze.
Her smirk was wicked, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of mischief and desire. "I've answered your question," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Let's continue, shall we?"
Damian's jaw clenched, his pulse quickening. She stopped when her head was level with his groin, her hands resting on his thighs, in front of his cock.
"You have answered my question," Damian finally said, his voice rough with a cocktail of desire and dominance. "I will give you what you want." Without waiting for a response, he reached down, his fingers entwining in her hair, gripping it just firmly enough to assert his control. "Now, suck ."
Victoria didn't flinch or protest. Instead, her eyes sparkled with an intense mix of satisfaction and anticipation. She shifted slightly, positioning herself better, her breath warm against his skin. It was a charged mont, one filled with the power play that both thrilled and unnerved him.
She leaned in. He was in control, yet at her rcy, dependent on her actions, her willingness to please him. It was a dynamic he hadn't fully anticipated, even with all his experience and past encounters.
Her lips parted, and she looked up at him one last ti. Damian nodded slightly, giving the unspoken permission she sought. With that, she moved forward, her lips closing around him.
The sensation was imdiate and intense. Damian sucked in a sharp breath, his hand tightening in her hair reflexively. She was skilled, her movents calculated to draw out the most intense sensations. She took him deeper, her hands moved to caress his thighs, her nails lightly scratching the skin.
Damian closed his eyes, his other hand moving to grip her shoulder, steadying himself. It was a struggle not to lose control, not to thrust into her mouth with abandon, chasing his own pleasure. She seed to sense his hesitation, and her lips curled upward.
Without warning, she took him all the way, her nose pressed against his skin. Damian let out a low growl, his restraint slipping.
"More!"
His grip tightened, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm, matching her pace. He wasn't going to last long at this rate.
Just as he was about to hit the point of no return, she stopped.
"Don't you dare," Damian growled, his eyes snapping open.
Victoria's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes dancing with amusent. "Wouldn't want to ruin the fun too early, now would we?" she teased.
"Tease," he muttered, but there was no malice in his voice.
Her smirk widened. "I love seeing you like this," she said, her voice low. "Powerful, dominant, but still at my rcy. It's a good look on you."
He scoffed, releasing his grip on her hair. "Right..." he said dismissively. "Get on the bed."
"As you wish," she said smoothly. Without another word, she stood and moved to the bed, her movents graceful and fluid.
"Lie down," Damian instructed. "I'm not done with you yet."
Victoria complied, stretching out on the bed, her crimson eyes watching him closely.
He joined her, his hands tracing up her body, his touch light but possessive. His gaze never left hers, his control and dominance clear.
She shuddered under his touch, her lips parting slightly.
Damian's hand trailed down her abdon, his fingertips brushing against her folds. She was already wet, her arousal evident. He teased her, his fingers circling her entrance, but never entering.
Her eyes flashed, and her hips arched, trying to get more contact.
"Patience," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "I'm in charge, rember?"
Victoria's gaze darkened, but she didn't protest.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a mix of approval and dominance.
She shuddered again, her nails digging into the sheets.
Damian grinned, his control and power evident. He took his ti, drawing out the sensations, teasing her until she was on the edge of climax.
Then he pulled back, leaving her wanting.
Victoria's eyes flashed, and she let out a frustrated groan. "Why did you stop?"
Damian smirked. "Cause I won't let you cum with my fingers." He pressed his cock against her, his hand resting on her waist. "I want to hear your scream of pleasure from being fucked by my d*ck."
Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't protest. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, her arousal evident.
Damian didn't waste any ti. He gripped her waist, his other hand guiding his cock. In one smooth motion, he slid inside her, filling her completely.
Victoria's eyes widened, her lips parting in a gasp.
Damian smirked, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm, his movents precise and deliberate. She was tight, her walls clenching around him, drawing him deeper.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips rising to et his, their bodies moving in sync.
The pace increased, their bodies crashing together, a frenzied mix of pleasure and passion. The air was filled with the sounds of their breathing, their skin slapping together, their moans and groans of pleasure.
"Moan louder!" he commanded. He thrust harder, deeper, his pace never faltering.
"Ah!" Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, her nails raking across his back.
He grunted, his grip tightening on her waist. The feeling was intoxicating. He felt like he could go on forever, lost in the sensation of her, the heat and pressure of her body.
But he was reaching his limit.
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