Chapter 357 Under the Moonlight (2)

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"I want to show how much I love you." Damon’s hoarse voice.

"Go ahead," I said, pulling my hair to one side of my neck.

His eyes held mine, steady and unblinking, as if he was memorizing the way my breath hitched. His fingers trailed down my chest in a slow slide that made every nerve in my body awaken, and when his hand wrapped gently around my ankle, lifting my leg as if it weighed nothing, my heart reacted before my mind could.

Heat rushed through me in quiet waves. He pulled my leg over his thigh, guiding me closer with such deliberate care that the tension coiling inside me became almost too much to hold.

His lips brushed against the inside of my ankle first, a featherlight kiss that made my stomach tighten.

He lifted his gaze, watching my reaction as his mouth traveled upward, scattering kisses along my skin with a softness that somehow burned more than fire. Every place his lips touched left a warm pulse trailing behind, spreading deeper through my body.

His breath warmed the sensitive skin of my thigh when he reached it, and he paused there, letting his lips rest against me for a heartbeat.

His eyes locked onto mine, filled with something warm, something intense, something that made the world around us blur until nothing else existed except him kneeling before me with devotion that stole my breath.

"Damon," I whispered, my fingers curling around the edge of the stone behind me for balance, even though I felt like I was melting in his hands.

He pressed another kiss to my thigh, slow and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to worship every inch of me.

His hand slid up the back of my leg, firm and warm, guiding me closer until my knee brushed his shoulder, and my breath escaped in a soft sigh. My heart pounded hard enough that I thought he might hear it, he only watched me with a look that made my chest tighten with a mixture of desire and affection.

His lips moved again, this time trailing higher, and the moment his mouth reached the place where my thigh met the rest of my body, my breath trembled. He lingered there, not touching further, simply letting his breath fan softly against me. That alone sent a warm shiver all the way to my spine, driving me crazy and praying for more.

My fingers instinctively reached for his hair, curling lightly into the damp strands. He tilted his head up when I touched him, and the sight of his lips brushing my skin made heat rush through me so fast I felt dizzy.

"I want to hear you," he murmured, his voice so low it felt like a warm breeze sliding over my skin.

My cheeks flushed as I swallowed. "Bad grandpa," I whispered, though my voice had turned soft and breathless in a way that betrayed me completely.

He smirked the way he always did when he knew he had won without even trying. "Grandpa?" his brow furrowed.

"Sorry, I meant ancestor." I chuckled.

His hand slid along my waist, pulling me closer a little rough to the edge of the warm pool, positioning me exactly where he wanted me without breaking eye contact. His touch was careful and sure, as if he knew every inch of my body better than I did.

"I’ll make sure you pay respect to this ancestor." The words left his lips hoarse, almost like a growl.

When his lips pressed gently along the inside of my thigh again, this time slower and deeper, my entire body leaned into him naturally, searching for more, craving more, welcoming every breath, every kiss, every warm touch he gave me.

The air around us felt thick with heat and the soft glow of fireflies, the water steaming around our legs as if the world itself understood what was happening and wanted to wrap us in warmth.

My breath hitched again when he slid a hand up my side, tracing the curve of my waist as if he was mapping it, and his lips finally reached the place where words blurred into sensation.

My mind went silent, and my body reacted with a soft gasp as the world seemed to tilt. His hold on me tightened, steadying me effortlessly. My fingers tightened in his hair.

He kissed my honeypot, before flicking his tongue across my folds, every thought in my head vanished, and the only thing that existed was him, his warmth, his breath, his steady hands anchoring me while everything inside me trembled.

A soft sound escaped my lips before I could stop it, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Damon only groaned softly in approval, the vibration sending another wave of heat through me that made my back arch helplessly.

His tongue traced slow, deliberate motions that made my body tense in the most delicious way, and the warm air, the rushing waterfall, the fireflies drifting above us, everything blended into something overwhelming and beautiful. My hands clutched his shoulders for support as the water rippled around us.

When Damon finally lifted his head, his lips glistened faintly, and his eyes were dark with desire as he pulled me into his lap with a single smooth motion that made a quiet gasp escape me.

His hands slid up my back as he guided me closer, and I felt the firmness of his body pressed against mine, strong and steady and impatient in the most loving way.

He kissed my neck slowly, tracing a path upward until his lips met my jaw, then my mouth. The kiss was deep and consuming, and the warmth between us grew until my breath came unevenly.

He whispered against my lips, "I want all of you."

I felt my heartbeat pulse through every inch of my skin. "What are you waiting for?" I whispered back, my voice trembling with a mixture of need and affection.

His hands slid down my back, pulling me closer until our bodies aligned perfectly, and heat pooled between us. He lowered himself onto a small flat rock in the pool, and then he slid inside me.

I moaned. My legs wrapped around him instinctively as he began to thrust inside me under the moonlight.