Hint of Darkness and Light

Verena’s POV

He cupped the back of my head. “That is the very last thing I want,” he said, and I started to smile. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Smile at me,” he murmured, the silver in his eyes swirling.

“Why?”

“Because when you do that, there’s utterly nothing I would not allow you to do to me.”

I smiled fully then.

“Fuck.” He groaned. A laugh left me-a light and airy sound that felt good even as his eyes narrowed on me. “Don’t do that either.”

I bit my lip as I looked down at him, where even in the shadows, I saw him straining against the fabric of his breeches.

“You’re so magnificent Verena,”

There was another clench in my chest, one that threatened to shatter this moment with reality-with responsibility. I didn’t want to allow that.

“Thanks,” I bit my bottom lip, sliding my hand from his stomach. I drew my fingers over the soft material of his pants and over his hard length. I folded my hand around him through the fabric, and his entire body jerked again. I looked up at him. His lips were parted just enough that the tips of his fangs were visible.

I smoothed my thumb along him, and my stomach hollowed at the feel of him. I ran my finger back up, smoothing it over the curved head. His breath was a song.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“I hope this that not bother you,”

His chest rose and fell heavily.

“Definitely not,”

Laughing again, I stretched up and kissed him, enjoying the playfulness, the closeness that I had never really felt before.

His hands skimmed my waist as I eased my hand under the band on his pants. I felt him shudder as my fingers brushed his cool, hard skin. Breathing in his groan, I curled my hand around him and trembled as I moved it along his length. His hips lifted under me, and I broke off the kiss, a twist of pleasure curling deep in my core as those ultra-bright eyes locked with mine. He didn’t blink, not once, as I moved my hand over him. I didn’t want to either, enthralled by the tension settling around his mouth and his jaw.

Pulse pounding, I worked my way down once more, trailing a hand over his chest and stomach.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

I reached his pants and tugged on the band. Damon lifted his hips enough for me to pull them down over his thighs. Only then did I look away and look at him. A tumbling sensation swept through my chest and my stomach in a sharp, enticing way. The skin was darker, and he seemed even thicker, harder under my palm as I drew my hand to the tip of the glistening head and then back down his entire length.

God, he was so large.

Strands of my hair fell over my shoulder and against my cheeks as I lowered my head. I kissed him, just below the ridge, and his hips jerked. I pressed short, quick kisses along his length and then licked at his skin, my breath quickening to match his. The tips of his fingers brushed my cheek as my lips coasted over that apparently sensitive spot. I lifted my gaze as he caught my curls, brushing them back from my face. I didn’t think he breathed. Our gazes locked, and I felt the corners of my lips curl up as I closed my mouth over the head of his cock.

Damon entire body reacted. His hips lifted, back bowed, and one leg curled as I drew him into my mouth.

“Fucking fucks,” he growled.

I took him as far as I could, swirling my tongue over his skin, letting my hand reach the rest of him. His salty taste was powerful. The way he danced along my tongue was an aphrodisiac. I sucked at his skin, on his cock, a little surprised by how much I was enjoying myself. Maybe it was this moment, and maybe it was the rough, raw sounds he made. Perhaps it was the way his hand kept tightening in my hair, tugging on the strands and then relaxing. Or how he struggled to keep the thrusts of his hips short and shallow. It could’ve been the way his hand shook. Both of his hands-the one in my hair and the one on the nape of my neck. Maybe it was just him. Just me.

“Baby,” he ground out, hand firming on the back of my neck. “I’m not going to… last,”

My skin flushed. I moved my hand faster, sucked harder, and his hand tangled in my hair again as his hips moved, pressing deeper against my palm. Against my tongue. Damon wasn’t just lifting his hips anymore. He lifted me and pulled.

“Verena,” he growled.

I grazed my teeth over that sensitive spot, and instead of trying to pull my mouth from him again, he pressed down, his entire body arching under me. I felt his cock jerk against my palm as he drew a leg up again. He stiffened. The deep, throaty groan scorched my skin when he let go, throbbing and pulsing. His muscles were slow to relax, and I followed his body’s lead, easing off with my hand and mouth.

Damon was staring at me with those wild eyes. He didn’t speak. Not a word as he pulled on me, tugging me from where I’d settled between his legs. He drew me up the entire length of his body, and before I could even guess what he was about, his lips closed over mine and he turned, shifting us so I was under him. And this was no soft kiss. It was deep and stunning, and I knew he didn’t just taste me on his lips, he also tasted himself.

“You’re really taunting me are you?”

I didn’t answer, but the devilish grin on my face was the answer.

“I swear to fuck… if you don’t stop this, the bond will happen faster than we expected.”