Okay, Damien. No thinking of Mom when you’ve got Sam in your bed. Or maybe he should think of her, as having a clothed, hurting Sam in his bed was doing things to his body even his most erotic bed partner had not been able to accomplish.
She hissed in pain when her shirt moved against her skin. Could there be Shem blood on her? The creature had become a puddle of goo, but it had been dark in Gabriel’s basement. What if somehow something had gotten on her that he’d missed?
He began stripping off her clothes, making sure to touch each and every inch of exposed skin. The clothing she’d worn would be burned to make sure no Shem blood could get on her again. Yes, even her underwear could be contaminated, as the blood could seep through her upper layers to touch the lower in its quest to get to her flesh. Her sighs were filled with both relief and dawning arousal. Speaking the angelic tongue, he whispered into her ear, healing each of her aches and pains as he found them.
The damage the Shem had done to her had been extensive, but not so deep that he’d needed Gabriel to fix them. All of the wounds had been to her mind and her soul, but Damien had reached her heart and used that connection to heal the woman he’d spend the rest of his life with.
No one could love on Samantha Brody better than him. Not even Gabriel got to see her creamy skin, her pretty pink nipples, or the soft nest of blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. Even her delicate toes were precious to him, the nails painted a deep shade of red that surprised him. There was passion in his shy little flower, a passion he wanted to unleash in the worst way. But for now he needed to concentrate on getting his lover healed the rest of the way.
“Damien?” Her look gave him hope that what he was doing wasn’t pervy. “Make love to me?”
Okay, it was pervy, but at least it was reciprocated. “Are you sure? I just wanted to make you comfortable. We’re going to burn the clothes you’re wearing to make sure that none of the Shem, um, goop got on you.” And he needed to see for himself that nothing the Shem done had left a physical mark on her.
“I have to know.” Sam shivered, her eyes filling with tears.
That alone had him freezing in his tracks. Her clothing was in disarray, her body on display, but all he could focus on were those baby blue eyes of hers drowning in tears. “What do you need? I’ll do whatever you want, Sam.”
“Make me feel again.” She smiled at him through her tears, touching his cheek with a trembling hand. “I was lost, nothing, and you brought me back, but I’m not here yet, not all the way. So make love to me. Make me feel.” She shook her head, the smile gone, only frustration in her gaze now, mixing with the tears on her cheeks. “I can’t tell you the right words, but—”
“Shh.” He put his finger against her lips. “I understand. You don’t need words, mi corazón. I’ll give you what you need.” He moved his finger and turned her toward him, pushing her jeans and shoes off her with his feet. He was still fully clothed, but that wouldn’t last long, not if she couldn’t stand the feel of cloth on her skin.
Damien kissed her, possessed her mouth, let her taste that he was there, and so was she. She needed him to give her the strength she had to have to process what had happened. She had to recognize that she was still alive, not lost in some dark emptiness.
He was out of his clothes as quickly as he could arrange it. It was difficult, because she wouldn’t allow him off the bed. She kept hold of one hand, his arm, touched his thighs until he was a quivering mess. “Sam, it’s okay. C'est pour toi que je suis là.”
She inhaled a quick breath and shuddered. “What did you say?” Her tone was desperate and her voice breathy.
“I am here for you.” He cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. “For you.”
“Okay.” She continued her soft touches and surprisingly possessive grasps until the last of his clothing was removed. “Damien.” Her sigh of relief as skin touched unfettered skin was amazing.
He cupped her breasts, massaging them softly, his breath coming faster as she softly moaned. Her baby blue eyes darkened, her pupils blown as she allowed him to caress her. He plucked at her nipples before licking the sensitive nubs. Her small breasts were the perfect fit in his hands, the hardened nipples rubbing across his skin as he kissed and tasted the side of her neck.
Her taste was addictive, her breathy moans and sighs even more so. He was losing himself in her, the feel of her legs brushing against his. He parted her thighs and gently rubbed at her curls before taking her clit between his fingers and rubbing it between them.
She bucked up against him with a loud cry, her nails suddenly digging into his back. “Oh, God.”
He smiled as he slid down her body, taking her nipples into his mouth once more. He never once stopped rubbing her clit, but he alternated between nibbling on her breasts and kissing her. Damien couldn’t imagine a time when he wouldn’t want her luscious lips parted, waiting for him to possess her mouth.
Sam began to whimper, the dampness between her thighs growing as he continued to rub her clit.
“Want to come?” he whispered against her lips, his flesh teasing hers.
She nodded, licking her lips and thus his as well. “Please,” she whispered back, her eyes begging him to let her fly.
Damien sucked on her nipple and began rubbing harder at her clit.
“There. Oh, there.” She writhed against him, her hips moving to music only she could hear. “Yes, God yes.” She threw back her head and howled as her hips stuttered against his hand. Her expression filled with ecstasy as she came.
Damien lifted his hand from between her thighs and licked his fingers clean. “Did you like that?”
Sam nodded, her cheeks flushed, her hair a golden halo around her head. “Yes.”
He would stop there. He should stop there. He’d given her what she needed, the anchor to the here and now her body had to have.
“More.” Sam pushed at his shoulders until he was flat on his back. He didn’t want to cause her further pain by resisting, and besides, he wanted to see what his shy, romantic Sam was going to do now.
His dick was so hard he was sure he could use it to pound sand into diamonds, but if she was done then so was he. After all, this bedroom was an en suite. He could go beat off in the shower if he had to.
But he wouldn’t have to, thank God, because she took him down her throat and shocked the hell out of him with how far down she could go. He wasn’t porn sized, but he wasn’t Wee Willy Winkie, either. He held utterly still, unsure of what she wanted him to do. To move, or not to move, that was the question.
She solved that for him by putting his hand on the back of her head and staring at him with those eyes he couldn’t resist. He found himself holding the sides of her head while he fucked her face, his own pleasure swamping him as he tried to hold back his peak.
“God, you’re good at this.” He pulled her off his dick. “But much more and I’ll come, and I can’t have that. Not yet.” He tugged on her arms and shoulders until she was right above him, their bodies lined up, her legs tangled with his. His cock was wedged between her thighs, the head touching her ass. “When I come it will be in you.” He bucked under her, the feel of her nearly knocking the breath from his lungs. “Nothing but skin on skin.” He couldn’t use a rubber, not this time, not when everything but skin hurt her.
“I’m on the pill,” she breathed into his mouth. She began moving her hips, groaning as she ground herself down on him. “Jesus, Damien.”
God, she was so warm, so alive against him. He drew her up enough that he could get to her nipples, those delicious cotton candy-colored nubs he wanted to taste over and over again. All the while she rubbed herself against him, the friction both of them experienced not nearly enough to make them more than edgy.
The desperate desire to come had backed down a bit, banked by the need to make sure she came as many times as she needed. She pulled her breast from his mouth and gave him the other one, sighing when he pulled the pink tip in between his lips.
/> “Fuck me, Damien.” She edged back just a bit, so the tip of his cock touched her intimately. “Come inside.”
How could he resist? He’d been dying to get his cock inside her since the first moment he’d seen her, and he was finally going to get his wish.
He slid into her warmth, her muscles contracting around him as he invaded her. He couldn’t believe this was his shy Sam, begging him to fuck her hard, fuck her deep. She whispered into his hair as she clutched him to her breasts.
He planted his feet on the bed, forcing her up a little farther but giving him the edge he needed to give her what she wanted. He fucked her hard, their bodies slamming together. He was careful to keep his teeth from hurting her, biting her nipples gently even as he fucked her. His hands were on her ass, holding her, moving her as he desired, making her take what he gave her.
She cried out, her pussy spasming around him as she came again, her pussy damn near strangling his cock as she climaxed. He continued to fuck her through the orgasm but refused to give in to his own pleasure. Not yet.
Dear God, not yet. Let him have the strength to hold out until she gave him the okay.
“Good?” Please, let her be good. He needed to come so badly his balls ached.
“More,” she sighed into his hair.
He flipped them over so she lay on her stomach and he was behind her. He straddled her thighs and lifted her hips just enough that he could slide into her pussy once more, then bent until his face was next to hers. He held her hips steady as he began to fuck her. “I’m gonna make you come, sweetheart.” In this position, her sensitive breasts were rubbing on the sheets, but her clit was nowhere near anything it could rub against. “Rub that beautiful clit. I want to feel you try to break me.”
Her lashes fluttered and her arm moved, her hand stroking her clit. She moaned, moving against him, struggling to get her knees under her for more leverage. But he wouldn’t allow it, keeping her down, holding her right where he wanted. With her legs closed like this it made her even tighter, the fuck deeper than before. He pounded into her, giving her everything he had as sweat dripped onto her skin.
“Damien!” She finally got some leverage and pushed back at him, sliding him impossibly deeper. “Oh. Oh.” Sam moaned, her body throbbing under him. “So close. Fuck. So close.”
He couldn’t hold back much longer. Nothing was going to stop his impending explosion. “Gonna come. Sam.”
Damien sat up, groaning at the sight beneath him. Sam’s back was arched, her face in the pillow, her ass, that beautiful, full ass, pressed against him. He focused on the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her, the way the globes of her ass bounced as he fucked her. He couldn’t think, couldn’t see beyond the need to feel her come one last time.
Sam screeched as her whole body convulsed. The pressure of her spasms threw him into his own orgasm, the ecstasy beyond anything he’d ever experienced before. He plummeted into the abyss, poured himself into her until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.
When it was over, he slumped to the side, careful not to pin her beneath him. He rolled onto his back, his chest heaving, his hair completely wet with sweat, and wondered just when they could do that again.
Sam cuddled up against him. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice a little hoarse from all the yelling she’d done.
He wrapped an arm around her. “Why are you thanking me? I should be on my knees, thanking you.”
She giggled, the sound soft, warm, and more reassuring than anything else she could have said or done. His Sam was back, pink cheeks and all. “For everything.”
The warmth in her gaze made him smile.
“Ditto, Sam. Ditto.”
Chapter 23
Sam studied Damien’s face. He was still flushed from their lovemaking, his eyes hooded, his lips quirked up in a lopsided smile.
It felt like yesterday that they were, at best, frenemies. He’d been willing to overlook her supposed transgressions only because of Dante and Beth, and she’d been willing to put aside her dismay at having to face him whenever they were both invited to the Zucco home. But now here they were, lying next to each other after the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever had.
It was almost too good to be true.
Hoping he didn’t catch on, she reached down to pinch her thigh. She used her nails just to make sure.
When she hissed in pain, Damien opened his eyes all the way, his expression anxious. He pushed himself up on his elbow and started checking her all over. “Are you all right? What happened? Is the pain back?”
“I’m fine, Damien.” She grabbed hold of his wandering hand. “I kinda sorta pinched myself,” she muttered. She didn’t dare look at him for fear of what she’d see.
Damien pressed his forehead to hers. “I thought about pinching myself, too.”
“Really?” Now that she could gaze into his eyes without fear of self-immolation from embarrassment, she saw nothing but sincerity and desire.
He nodded. “I swear.”
She couldn’t seem to stop breathing him in. His scent, warm and rich, filled her senses. She touched his thick, dark hair, running her fingers through it, messing it up even further. It still hurt to move, but the pain when hearing and seeing things had gone. She ached, her muscles sore from overuse, rather than from being to hell and back. Literally.
“So you are still in pain.” Damien tapped her nose. “You should have told me.”
“I don’t want you to tire yourself out.” She continued petting his hair as she spoke. She had that right now, to touch her lover any way she wished. “You have a lot to do tomorrow, don’t you?”
He grimaced. “That depends. We might wait until Rafael is back on his feet.” He moaned, arching his neck when she began to gently scratch his scalp. “God, I love it when you do that.”
Sam smiled, affection flooding her for the man who lay vulnerable to her touch.
“You can’t put yourself in danger, Sam.” His forehead scrunched up. “You’re not one of us. You have no resistance to Shem influence.”
“I know.” She didn’t stop caressing him. From both his tone and his actions, she’d frightened Damien badly. “If I hadn’t been scared for the kids and for Rafe I’d never have gone down there.”
He rolled over until she was beneath him. “I don’t care. Next time you come get one of us. Let us deal with the boogeyman.”
Sam tugged lightly on his hair. “We already went over this, remember? I promise, I’ll come and get you next time.”
“There’d better not be a next time.” He rolled back over. “Pet me some more, woman. You owe me.”
Sam complied. “You saved my life. Twice, now. So…thank you.”
He turned his head and glared at her. “Let’s try to not make it three, hmm?”
She kissed his shoulder. “Yes, sir.”
He sighed, the glare turning to a look of concern. “I can’t lose anyone else I care about, Sam. Losing Rafe, not knowing where he was for months, it changed me. Us. We’ve been letting things go, not catching as many of the Shem we should because we were so focused on finding our brother. People more than likely died that we could have saved because—”
Sam shushed him by putting her finger over his lips. The fact that he was opening up his pain to her was eye-opening. Perhaps he was just as captivated by her as she was of him. “No. Don’t do that to yourself. I’ve seen Seth come home exhausted, drained by what he does on patrol. I’ve seen Dante scowling, cursing because someone got away. I’ve also seen him smiling because he caught the bad guy. And you? You always put all of yourself into everything you do. So don’t think you let things slide when it’s obvious you didn’t.”
“How can you be so sure?” Damien’s expression stunned her. It was needy, almost desperate, as if he needed someone else to tell him it would all be okay.
“Because I know you.” Sam smiled and kissed his nose. “No matter what was happening, you wouldn’t let yourself slide when it came t
o patrolling. If you did, Seth and Dante might suffer, and you’d never allow that, no matter the cost to yourself.”
“I would have caught Larry sooner if I hadn’t been so focused on Rafe,” Damien whispered against her finger.
“No, you wouldn’t have.” Sam truly believed Larry would have gone on fooling Damien if not for Beth. “Larry is very good at what he does. I doubt it was the first time he’s framed someone else for his actions, and I doubt it will be the last.” Hopefully, the next boss would throw his lying, stealing ass in jail, but she knew as well as Damien did that the man would probably get time served and probation with community service. So-called white-collar crimes didn’t do nearly as much time as other crimes, even if theft on a grand scale was involved.
“It should never have happened in the first place.”
He was kicking his own ass again, and she couldn’t have that. “How much do you want to bet that Beth has told a little birdie in the police department about Larry?” Beth hated guys like Larry, who thought they could cheat the world and win.
Damien chuckled. “I don’t take sucker bets.”
Sam put her head on his shoulder. His warmth seeped into her, dispelling some of the lingering pain she was in.
“I still need to finish healing you, don’t I?”
“Don’t strain yourself, Damien. You have a big night coming, and Gabriel said I’d be fine in a day or two.” In fact, they shouldn’t have made love the way they had. She didn’t want Damien distracted by anything while out on a mission, especially one like this.
Damien kissed her hair and began speaking in that rolling, lyrical language that entranced her so. Slowly, the still tattered edges of her sanity began to repair themselves, guided by the soft sound of Damien’s voice. Whatever he said made her heart flutter, filling her with hope and joy. Nothing bad could happen in a world where this language lived and breathed.
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