Paramour for the Devil

by Savannah Hill

  “Please…I need it.” Her forehead dragged across his shoulder, turning into his neck. “I need you.”

  Damian felt a heavy crash of emotion at her words. She needs me. He let himself revel in the sensation for a moment.

  “Ugh, I need to feel you.” He pulled the bloody shirt over his head, and his body came into view, terribly bruised and covered in blood. Haley studied his swollen red wounds with concern, and he fiercely thrust himself into her until her eyes dimmed, her gaze sweeping amorously over the tensed and beaten muscles in his chest and abdomen.

  “Beautiful witch, I’m fucking addicted to your pussy.” He gave her his steadily driving cock. She was still so tight, snugly gripping his dick, and soaking wet.

  Leaning toward him, Haley stared into his eyes with a starry-eyed, needy look, and Damian knew what she wanted. Fulfilling her unspoken request, he kissed her, passionately violating her mouth with his tongue while he increased the pace of his cock, hammering her against the car.

  Her kiss was so sensuous, stirring heavy, strong emotions in his chest and down to his dick, and she withdrew her mouth from his, a rush of breathless words waiting on her tongue.

  “I love your cock so much, I love…I love it when you fuck me.”

  “Are you close, Haley?” He pressed his forehead to hers, looking down at himself as he slid in and out of her. “Are you gonna come all over my cock?”

  “Yes.” Haley fell into her climax, breathlessly riding his movements, moaning loudly.

  “Fuck, Haley, I love the way you come.” He pulled out of her, his dick still painfully hard.

  She looked up at him from under her long lashes, panting a little, dreamy concern brimming in her eyes. “You didn’t finish.”

  “I’m not sure how long it will take. I don’t want you to be sore.”

  “No, I want to be sore.” She bit her lip, darting her gaze away. “I just want you to fuck me again.”

  With a throaty chuckle, he brought her down from the hood. “You are turning into a little naughty girl, aren’t you?” He turned her around with her back to him, letting his hands prowl over her front. “I’m a bad influence on you.”

  He slowly leaned her forward, fondling her hanging breasts over the hood of the Chevelle, and she bent further, keeping her legs perfectly straight, resting her elbows on the car. His palms groped her ass, admiring the satiny feel of the black garters on her supple skin.

  Unable to resist, Damian dropped to his knees, assaulting her soft pussy with his face, running his roughly shaven jaw along the tender mound until she was swollen red and struggling to hold herself up. He grasped her hips, his cock engorged to a sinfully painful state, and she relaxed a little in his grip. He tormented her with his naked cock, rhythmically sliding it along her exposed clit, over and over again as she moaned at the hood.

  “I’m gonna fuck you like this, OK?” Damian’s voice was tender with arousal. She nodded in response, her hair bouncing as it hung in soft tendrils around her face.

  He plunged into her soft, clenching flesh, and she pressed herself back against him. Buried deeply inside her, adrenaline flowing in his chest, he reveled in her warmth for a moment. His vision went black at the sensation of dislodging from her tight wetness to pull out completely.

  “Do you like the way I fuck you, Haley?” Damian slipped one hand around her neck, using the leverage to pull her harder against him as he thrust into her again, and a pleasured moan vibrated in her throat under his palm. He reached his other hand to wrap his fingers around her thick curls.

  “Tell me, Haley. Tell me you like it…”

  “I love it.” At her sweet whimper, he tightened his fist in the silky strands to hold her firmly in place, driving into her with his other hand still loosely around her throat. “I love it so much.” She gave a dazed reply.

  “Do you like when I pull your hair?” He knew his climax wasn’t far off.

  “It feels so good.”

  Carefully straddling the line between her pleasure and pain, he pulled her back by her hair until she was standing, still full of his cock, and moved his other hand downward, rubbing his fingers over her clit with long, intense strokes.

  Haley panted desperately. “Are you going to spank me?” She sunk her teeth into her lower lip, clearly shocked by her own question.

  He slowed his motions, beholding her in wonder. Alluringly biting her plump lip with a feral, pleading gleam in her beautiful eyes, her hair tangled in his hand, a few stray locks strewn wildly across her forehead.

  Damian stared at her in astonishment. “You are so pretty.”

  She took a sharp breath, blushing furiously, and he narrowed his eyes at her.

  “Do you want me to spank you, sexy girl?”

  “I…um…I don’t really know.” She looked away.

  Sliding his cock in at a tantalizing pace, Damian settled his palm against her round backside. “I’ll be gentle.” He leaned her forward, pressing her breasts against the metal car, and the change of position caused his dick to plunge even deeper.

  “Do you need to be spanked, Haley?” He ran his hands lovingly down her back to her bare ass. “Have you been a naughty girl?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was shaking.

  Damian lifted his palm from her naked skin and slapped it, lightly gripping the warm flesh.

  “Harder,” she begged.

  He spanked her with a powerful hand just hard enough to leave his red handprint, and Haley moaned helplessly, compelling him to continue.

  “Are you a bad girl, Haley?” His voice had gone rough at his organ pulsing and swelling, about to burst. His palm licked at her with heavy strokes while he drove himself in deeper.

  “Yes. I’ve been a naughty girl.”

  He held her reddened skin in a sensuous grasp. “So fucking beautiful…”

  “I’m so close.” She sighed.

  “So am I.”

  Haley nestled against his cock, resting her cheek on the metal surface, and it stretched her even more, enlarged fuller than ever at his imminent climax.

  “You want me to come inside you? You want to feel me come inside your luscious little pussy, Haley?”

  “Please…Pull my hair.”

  His hand tangled in her hair, fisting her silken locks.

  “You like the way I fuck you, Haley?” He panted gruffly.

  “It’s… I’m…”

  Damian found her loss for words insanely erotic and knew his ironclad self-control was slipping. He let out a guttural groan, holding her hair in a fierce grasp.

  “Ugh, fuck, Haley, I need you to come.”

  “I am. I’m coming.”

  He exhaled, forcing himself into her, and felt exquisite release to the sound of her sweet voice, moaning his name below him, mumbling to him how much she loved his cock. His palm devoured her front, holding her plump breast with intense gratification, pumping all of his pent up desire into her.

  Releasing his tight grip on her hair, he leaned against her back and buried his face in the feathery soft layers, his cock still jerking inside of her. After the moment of bliss, Damian took a miserable descent from the thrilling heights, plummeting down to find his body racked with extreme pain. He pulled away from her and fastened his jeans, blinking to clear the looming blackness clouding his vision.

  Draped over the hood of his car, thoroughly fucked, Haley lazily pulled herself upright, her hair wildly tangled from his harsh treatment, wearing nothing but heels and garters. Her breasts were faintly streaked with his blood, and his cum left a glistening wetness at the parting between her thighs. Like an animal claiming his territory, he felt a dark satisfaction at the fact she had evidence of him all over her.

  She eyed him closely for a moment, searching his face. Though he hid his suffering well, she moved toward him with a troubled look, sweetly reaching her arms around his neck. His head sank to her shoulder, drawn to her comforting touch.

  “What do you need?” Her naked breasts brushed against his sensitiv
e wounds, and his cock thickened slightly at the sensation.

  “You.” His deep voice weighed heavy with emotion. “Come to bed with me, Haley.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  Abandoning their torn and bloodied clothes in the driveway, they headed upstairs to the master bathroom. Haley leaned against the counter while Damian turned on the shower and stripped off his jeans. His wounds looked worse than ever. His typically enchanting eyes had turned a blackish-green.

  He stepped beneath the spray and gripped the glass wall for support. Haley hurried to his side as he closed his eyes, leaning against the wall.

  “I’m worried about you.”

  He didn’t seem to hear her, working to shake himself out of a stupor. Too concerned by his condition to bother undressing, she stepped into the shower wearing her lingerie and heels.

  “Baby, I’m fine.” Damian reached for the lacy garter belt that sat low on her hips and pulled it down, sliding her black thigh-highs with it. “I’ve lived through worse than this.” Getting down to his knees, he unbuckled the gold clasps at her ankles and slipped her heels off, tossing them to the bathroom floor. He brought his arms around her hips, resting against her stomach, the hot water and steam surrounding them. A buttery warm feeling encased her heart as she slid her fingertips along his powerful shoulders.

  Sitting back from her, his cock twitched to life between his legs, growing hard, and he groaned. “You’re gonna end up killing me.” He got to his feet and gently leaned on her.

  She gazed up at him with a heavy weight on her chest. “I’m going to take care of you.”

  “Are you gonna wear a nurse uniform?”

  Haley smiled thoughtfully, taken off guard for a moment. “If that’s what you want.”

  Damian started to wash the blood from his chest and torso. “I just wanted to make you smile. You looked worried.”

  “Your injuries are so serious.” She tried not to let herself cry, giving him a pouty look, and Damian bit his bottom lip.

  Her gaze fell to his organ, hanging shockingly full, and her lips parted in surprise.

  “This constant effect you have on my cock is more maddening than the venom.” He groaned and kept cleaning his deep wounds.

  Despite her anxiety, her lips curved with a small smile. She ran her fingers over the tip, teasing his erection, and a moan of pleasure escaped his throat.

  Haley gasped at the sound. She’d never heard him actually moan, and it gave her an enormous sense of accomplishment. “How are you so hard?” She slid her hand down his massive shaft with a twisting stroke. “I want to suck on it.” She stared at his growing length continuing to stroke him.

  “Oh fuck, I want your mouth on me.”

  After turning off the water, she drew him out of the shower, still holding his cock in a lustful grip, and pulled him to the bed, guiding him onto his back before gracefully following him. His tensed body melted into the comforter as her mouth closed over the urgent need in his groin, bringing him to softly groan her name.

  Haley sighed. I’m madly in love with him.

  He seemed barely aware of her humming moans on his dick as she skillfully slid her tongue around him. He relinquished his control entirely, letting her finish him off. His climax spilled in her mouth, and she swallowed, moaning at the thrill of tasting him.

  Her heart pounded with excitement at his vulnerable release, and she moved to lay beside him, suppressing the urge to cuddle up to his beaten body for fear of aggravating his wounds. Still panting, she bit her thumbnail, watching his face in the semi-darkness of the room, bruised and cut in places, but he looked remarkably peaceful. With a rapid heartbeat, she lowered her head to rest on the pillow and let the emotion-laced words slip out of her mouth.

  “I love you.”

  Damian gave no response, and she closed her eyes, relieved he’d already fallen asleep. Just to be sure, she broke her own rule and allowed herself to wander into his head. Her body caught fire, consumed with a burning sensation flowing in her limbs and chest, and the instant urge to throw up from the pain. Tears rolled from her eyes onto the pillowcase at the sharp torment of the blistering liquid running underneath his skin, and she realized with horror that his suffering was actually muted due to the fact he was dreaming. He’d been in absolute agony.

  Darkness engulfed his dream, and she could barely distinguish the shadowy surroundings, but the cool leather on his bare skin felt like the inside of his car. She heard her own voice nearby, low and seductive, telling him she wanted to take care of him. The dark space seemed to brighten a shade, and it was, in fact, the backseat of the Chevelle. Her dream-self, stark naked and dripping with lust, slid onto his lap. “Let me take care of you, Damian…”

  With a pinch of guilt at her hypocritical eavesdropping, Haley quickly left his mind, at once soothed by the absence of the torturous burning, and fresh tears flooded her eyes at the knowledge of what he was truly going through. She squeezed them shut, willing away the emotional knot in her heart, and forced herself to find sleep.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  Waking to the sound of a thunderstorm early in the morning, Haley looked over to Damian with a rush of panic. He lay on his back in the exact same position as the night before, and she let herself relax a little. His breathing was too shallow for her comfort, but he seemed to be OK. The horrendous bite wounds looked miraculously better, and the lacerations on his face had faded away.

  She couldn’t stay immobile any longer and got out of bed, taking cautious steps to his closet where she’d left her Prada bag. She decided on a white lace nightgown, smirking to herself as she tugged it down over her naked hips. The utterly see-through stretch lace hugged her curves tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination.

  As she passed Noah’s open bedroom door on the way to the staircase, she cautiously peered inside, grateful to find the room completely deserted. She headed downstairs, opening the laptop on the coffee table, and sent her cousin a quick chat message, knowing it would chime through to her cell phone.

  HaleyGrace7: Morning, sorry I missed dinner last night… Did you still go? Are you planning on coming here today? Wondering if I should put on more than this white lacy thing you packed for me. (BTW… Best. Wing-woman. Ever.)

  Gingersnap<3: Well good morning to you! Yes I am a mighty fine wing-woman. Dinner was fantastic, although we were a little late cause I was getting my brains fucked completely out of me after Noah went all alpha male. We’re gone till tomorrow so consider that place your private fuck-mansion.

  HaleyGrace7: Thanks Ginge :) Congrats on your after-brawl-alpha-fuckery.

  Haley closed the laptop with a little smile, jumping at the sudden crack of thunder and machine-gun scattering of rain on the windows. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d witnessed a thunderstorm, they’d always been very calming to her, something about the dark gray cloaking sky and booming sounds of pure nature. The pouring rain and rolling thunder made her feel small and somehow safe.

  Hunting through the kitchen cupboards, she whipped together a breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes and cheesy scrambled eggs. Sipping on her coffee, she stared at the two plates she’d prepared, unsure what to do with them. After skipping dinner the night before, she was starving, but didn’t want to eat without Damian, so she took a few bites of the eggs and slid the plates into a warmed oven before wandering back upstairs.

  She crept in to find Damian on his side, reaching across to the empty space beside him, grasping the comforter in his fist. He seemed caught in a restless sleep with uneven breaths, and Haley studied the wounds on his back. They were much worse than the ones at his front, but at least they’d closed overnight. The white comforter beneath him was stained with blood, and she turned away from the sight, blinking away rising tears.

  Needing to shed the image of his broken body from her mind, she walked into the bathroom and picked up their discarded clothes. Surprisingly, she found very little blood on the floor and scrubbed the few streaked droplets with
a washcloth before moving on to the shower, clearing every trace of red until the room felt clean to her again. Rinsing out the bloodstained cloth, she decided just to throw it away, and washed her hands thoroughly, wrestling to keep her tearful emotions in check.

  As she turned off the water in the bathroom sink, Damian’s ragged voice beckoned, and she hurried out to the bedroom. He called her name in his sleep, still clutching her place on the bed. The sound sent adrenaline speeding through her, and she slipped into bed beside him, holding his tattooed forearm between her breasts, resting her cheek at his bruised and swollen knuckles. Damian’s breath leveled out shortly after, and she found herself listening to its rhythmic ebb and flow, falling back asleep as the storm raged outside.

  * * *

  Through her deep slumber, a gentle, tickling caress against her face made her cringe in her sleep. A feather-light touch grazed her collarbone and skimmed down to her nipple, teasing it through the lace until it went uncomfortably stiff, and Haley giggled drowsily, turning into the pillow and pulling the cotton sheet up to cover her tormented breasts. She tried to draw herself from sleep, but his bed was so warm and cloud-like, her eyelids felt so heavy, and she drifted back into the soft darkness.

  “Hey.” Damian’s voice was at her ear, and she moaned a little in protest. “Wake up.”

  “You’re the devil…” Haley barely roused from her trance. “I mean…you know I didn’t mean that, baby…”

  “I’m gonna talk to you when you’re half-asleep more often.”

  “No, please don’t…”

  “I expected better service from my nurse. I should be eating breakfast in bed right now. Your nipples should be covered with maple syrup.”

  With a soft giggle, Haley drifted her eyes open to find Damian kneeling beside her with a perfectly white smile on his handsome face. “I made you pancakes,” she purred.

  “I know.” He glanced at the tray of food on the nightstand beside her. Propping herself upright underneath the comfortable sheet, she realized the bloodstained bedspread was gone. Damian slid the sheet away from her, his salacious gaze falling to the clinging white lace. “And I noticed you put on this little piece of sin.” He broodingly averted his gaze. “You’re trying to fucking kill me.”