The First Claim

The moment the heavy wooden door of Damian’s private villa clicked shut behind them, all pretense of restraint vanished.

Elena barely had time to register the luxurious surroundings — the expansive open-plan living area with floor-to-ceiling glass walls overlooking the moonlit ocean, the massive king-sized bed visible through double doors, the soft glow of ambient lighting — before Damian’s hands were on her.

He spun her around, pressing her back against the cool wood of the door with his powerful body. One large hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face up as his mouth crashed down on hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was hungry, demanding, claiming. His tongue swept inside, tasting her, dominating her as his other hand slid down her side, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

“You’ve been teasing me with this body since the bar,” he growled against her lips, nipping at the lower one. “Now you’re going to give me everything.”

Elena moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in his crisp white shirt. She could feel the hard planes of his chest, the heat radiating off him. Her body was already on fire from the charged walk here, from the vivid memories that had flooded her mind at the bar. “Then take it,” she whispered breathlessly. “I don’t want gentle. I want you to ruin me.”

A low, approving chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”

With one swift motion, he yanked the thin straps of her sundress down her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but the tiny white lace thong that was already soaked. Damian’s eyes darkened as he took in her naked breasts, the tight peaks of her nipples begging for attention, the curve of her hips, and the way the lace barely covered her mound.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, his voice rough with lust. He palmed one breast, squeezing firmly before leaning down to suck her nipple into his hot mouth. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, tongue swirling as he sucked hard. Elena cried out, her head falling back against the door with a thud, fingers threading through his dark hair to hold him there.

He didn’t stay gentle for long. His free hand slipped between her thighs, pushing the soaked lace aside to find her slick folds. Two thick fingers stroked along her slit, gathering her wetness before circling her swollen clit with expert precision. “So fucking wet already,” he praised, voice muffled against her breast. “This pussy is dripping for a stranger’s cock. How long has it been since someone made you this needy?”

“Too long,” she gasped, hips bucking against his hand. “My ex… he never… oh God—”

Damian bit down on her nipple in warning, making her yelp. “Forget him. Tonight, this body belongs to me.”

He dropped to his knees in one fluid motion, hooking her legs over his broad shoulders as he buried his face between her thighs. The first swipe of his tongue had Elena’s knees buckling. He licked her slowly at first, savoring her taste, then devoured her with ruthless efficiency — tongue fucking into her entrance, lips sucking her clit, fingers joining to curl against that perfect spot inside her.

Elena’s moans filled the villa, loud and unrestrained. “Yes… right there… fuck!” Her hands gripped his hair tighter as he worked her closer and closer to the edge. He added a third finger, stretching her, pumping faster while his mouth focused on her clit with suction that made her see stars.

She came hard and fast, her orgasm ripping through her like lightning. Her thighs clamped around his head, body shaking as she cried out his unknown name in broken sobs. But Damian didn’t stop. He licked her through every aftershock, drawing out the pleasure until she was whimpering, oversensitive and trembling.

Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “Good girl. First one was just the warm-up.”

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the massive bed as if she weighed nothing. The cool silk sheets felt heavenly against her heated skin as he laid her down. In seconds, he had stripped off his own clothes, revealing a body that looked carved from marble — broad chest dusted with dark hair, sculpted abs, powerful thighs, and a thick, veined cock that stood proudly against his stomach, already leaking precum at the tip.

Elena’s mouth watered at the sight. She reached for him, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand.

“Not yet,” he said, voice commanding. “I want to watch you fall apart on my cock first.”

He positioned himself between her spread thighs, rubbing the thick head of his erection along her slick folds, teasing her entrance. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

Elena screamed in pure ecstasy. He was big — stretching her deliciously, filling her completely in a way no one ever had. The slight burn mixed with overwhelming pleasure as he bottomed out, his hips flush against hers.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, holding still for a moment to let her adjust. “Taking me so well already.”

Then he began to move.

Slow at first, deep, grinding strokes that made her feel every inch. But the restraint didn’t last. Soon his pace turned brutal — hips snapping forward, cock slamming into her with force that made the bed creak. Skin slapped against skin, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, moans turning into cries.

“Yes! Harder!” she begged, exactly as she had in the memory that had haunted her at the bar. “Fuck me harder!”

Damian obliged, releasing her wrists to grip her thighs, pushing them back toward her chest in a deep mating press. The new angle let him hit even deeper, pounding against her cervix with every stroke. His balls slapped against her ass, the wet sounds obscene and intoxicating.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a messy kiss while one hand found her clit again, rubbing in tight circles. “Come on my cock,” he ordered between thrusts. “Let me feel this greedy pussy squeeze me.”

Elena shattered again, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vice as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her vision whited out, body convulsing beneath him as she screamed her release.

But Damian wasn’t done. He fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so she was on all fours. He re-entered her in one smooth thrust, one hand fisting her hair while the other smacked her ass — sharp, stinging slaps that only heightened her pleasure.

“Such a perfect little slut for me,” he growled, pounding into her from behind. “Screaming for a stranger’s cock on your first night. You love being used, don’t you?”

“Yes… God, yes!” she sobbed, pushing back to meet his thrusts, chasing another high.

He reached around, fingers working her clit again as his pace became erratic. “Then come for me one more time. Milk my cock dry.”

The third orgasm hit her like a freight train — harder than the others, making her entire body shake violently. Damian followed right after, burying himself deep with a guttural groan as he came, flooding her with hot, thick pulses of his release. He kept thrusting through it, pushing every drop inside her until they both collapsed onto the bed, bodies slick with sweat, breathing ragged.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of the ocean waves outside and their slowing heartbeats.

Elena turned her head to look at him, chest still heaving. The powerful stranger — the man whose commanding presence screamed wealth and control — lay beside her, one arm draped possessively over her waist. She didn’t even know his name yet, but her body already felt marked by him.

“That was…” she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming.

“Just the beginning,” he finished for her, his gray eyes dark with renewed hunger as his hand trailed down her side. “We have all night. And I plan to claim every inch of you before dawn.”

A shiver ran through her. Part of her — the cautious, sensible part — wondered what she was getting herself into with this mysterious man who clearly wielded power far beyond this island. The ruthless business mogul whispers at the bar had hinted at someone who took what he wanted without apology, whether in boardrooms or bedrooms.

But the larger part of her, the part that had been starved for years, didn’t care.

She wanted more.

She wanted him to ruin her completely.

As his fingers began teasing her sensitive folds again, already coaxing fresh wetness, Elena realized with a thrill of fear and excitement:

She was already addicted.

And the night was far from over.