Chapter 263: alone in a suite IV

Chapter 263: Chapter 263: alone in a suite IV

Damian pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips as he slowly began to push forward.

The heat inside her was staggering—tight, velvet, and impossibly warm. He slid an inch, then two, his jaw clenching as the overwhelming sensation of being sheathed inside her nearly pushed him past the point of no return.

A few inches in, he hit a firm resistance.

Damian paused, staring down at her. But the intense drive of desire was too strong. He gritted his teeth and pushed forward with a firm, decisive thrust.

"Ah!" Vivienne cried out, sharp tears instantly welling in her eyes as a sudden, sharp pain sliced through her body. Despite the lingering memories in her mind of having been with a man before, her physical form was experiencing this maidenhood for the very first time. She bit down hard on Damian’s shoulder to muffle her sound.

Damian froze instantly, his heart dropping. "Vivienne—" He tried to pull back, his voice tight with concern.

"No, don’t," she gasped, her arms tightening around his back, her eyes wet as she looked up at him. "Just... give me a second."

He stayed completely still inside her, his body trembling from the sheer effort of holding back. He leaned down, kissing away the tears on her cheeks, pressing soft, comforting kisses against her temple. Slowly, her body adjusted to his fullness. The tightness transformed from sharp pain into a heavy, throbbing warmth, her natural arousal mixing with her virginal blood to lubricate his length.

"Okay..." Vivienne whispered, her hips giving a tentative, small tilt upward. "You can move."

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Damian began to move, pulling back before plunging deep again. One. Two. Three short, desperate thrusts.

The sensory overload of her tight, searing heat gripping him was simply too much for his virgin body. With a sharp gasp against her neck, Damian’s hips buckled, and he uncontrollably spilled his hot load deep inside her right then and there.

Panic flared in his chest as his body shuddered out its hasty release. His heart hammered against his ribs in sudden, mortified horror. No, not now—

Before humiliation could fully settle in, the sensation of her internal muscles gently squeezing around him, combined with the raw, overwhelming sight of her flushed skin beneath him, triggered something primal. His body refused to let the moment end.

In less than a few heartbeats, right inside her tight, slick cavern, his shaft throbbed, hardening right back up to full length without pulling out even an inch. Saved from utter embarrassment, Damian let out a low, shaky breath against her throat, the heat surging back into his veins with a vengeance.

Now fueled by a second wind, he lost all remaining hesitation, driven purely by the overwhelming need to yield to her and to possess her in equal measure.

Looking around the cramped sofa, Damian scooped her up in his broad arms, carrying her effortlessly as he stood up. Vivienne squeaked in surprise, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs tightly around his waist, keeping them joined as he carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently onto the center of the plush bed.

Now on the bed with room to move, the friction and space gave them complete freedom. Damian hovered over her again, his rhythm picking up—heavy, deliberate, and relentless. He gripped her hips, driving into her with a fierce, desperate pace that rattled the headboard.

"Damian—ah! Right there!" Vivienne moaned, her head tossing back against the pillows.

Wanting to take control, Vivienne gently pressed her hands against his chest, urging him back. Damian complied, leaning his back against the headboard, his eyes dark and dilated as he watched her. Vivienne swung a leg over his hips, straddling him. She guided his thick length to her entrance and slowly lowered herself down, impaling herself on his cock inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt inside her.

Damian threw his head back with a guttural groan, his hands instantly finding her waist to steady her.

Vivienne gasped at the sheer depth, her mind’s experience guiding her body as she began to ride him—lifting herself up and sliding back down, setting a rhythm that drove them both wild. Damian couldn’t just sit still; he gripped her thighs, helping her bounce while thrusting upward to meet her every dip.

Driven past the point of sanity, Damian flipped her onto all fours, entering her firmly from behind. The view of her arching back and flushed skin made him pound into her with a furious, breathless speed. Every deep slide sent waves of electricity straight through both of their bodies, the wet sounds of their union echoing in the quiet room.

Her tight walls clamped around him again, squeezing his shaft so hard it shattered his restraint completely. Seeing her body tremble in pleasure as she reached another shattering climax was all it took.

Damian pulled her back against his chest, driving himself as deep as he could go, and spilled another hot, heavy load deep inside her.

He shuddered violently behind her, his muscles locking up as he poured everything into her, his chest heaving as if he had run a marathon.

When the wave finally subsided, he gently rolled them both over onto their sides, pulling her back against his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist as if anchoring himself to reality.

Vivienne lay in his arms, panting, her skin flushed a deep pink, her fingers running lazily over his arm where it rested across her waist.

He remained buried inside her, warm and heavy. A profound silence settled over the room, broken only by the steady drum of the storm outside and their matching, ragged breaths.

Damian shifted slightly, pressing his face into the nape of her neck. He held her tight—overwhelmed by the quiet, breathless wonder that after everything, she was here in his arms, in his bed. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t seek reassurance. He simply pressed a quiet, lingering kiss to her shoulder.

Vivienne closed her eyes under his touch, letting the warmth of his body wrap around her. Outside, the storm continued to batter the windows of East Junction, but inside, the quiet settled between them like a blanket. Tomorrow would bring its own complications, its own lingering names and unanswered questions.

For tonight, she simply held onto Damian, breathing in his scent, and let herself fall asleep in his arms.

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Tbc