Come

DELILAH

Damien got into the passenger seat and just passed out.

I got into the driver’s seat, looked at him, and shook my head at the way he had just slept with his head on the window, passed out. And then, without meaning to, I found myself smiling.

I had never been in such a tight space with him… my crush, my first love. It didn’t matter if he didn’t feel the same. It didn’t matter if he didn’t know. Before I could second-guess myself, my hand went toward his hair, and I just brushed it softly.

He stirred a bit, and I immediately withdrew my hand. I started driving him home. I went straight into the driveway because I knew the house, and I knew where he liked to park his car, back in front of his man's cove. That’s where I parked.

I waited for him to stir, but he didn’t wake up. So I pushed his shoulder lightly.

“Hey, Damien.... Damien!”

“Mm… mm, what?”

“We’re here. Why don’t you go inside and get some sleep?” I said.

He woke up lazily and looked at me.

“You have such beautiful eyes,” was the first thing he said.

That’s when I realized I wasn't wearing my eyeglasses. I had pushed them up on top of my head to rub the tiredness out.

“Um… thanks,” I said, keeping my eyes on him.

He kept watching me, too. I didn’t know why, but he came closer as if he was about to kiss me.

I knew I shouldn’t have said it, but the words just escaped.

“What about Elena?” I asked.

He answered without thinking about it, without flinching, without hesitation.

“We have broken up. I’m no longer with her...." After a bit, "... I want you.”

I knew I should have stopped him, but this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. And when he leaned in to meet me, I moved forward too… and our mouths met.

He caught my lips with his, applying more pressure and nudged my lips with his tongue. I parted them without hesitation, and he dove in. I submitted to the kiss without hesitation, following his lead.

Damien’s mouth crashed down on mine. His lips conquered mine, his tongue tasting my mouth, sucking at my tender lower lip. Heat flushed through me, and Damien plunged his tongue into my mouth, tasting me, consuming me. His taste was intoxicating, his body’s heat overpowering. His thumb pressed into my wrist, his palm sliding to my lower back. Small sparks of electricity followed in his touch’s wake.

My head was swimming, I was unable to pull back, unable to move at all. Finally, Damien let me free. I sucked in a desperate breath, lightheaded, confused, my body tingling from head to toe.

Damien exhaled. " I don't want to stop..."

"I......" I didn't know what to say.

I couldn't believe Damien had just said that to me. Damien wanted me.... Me!?

Inner squeal.

He cupped my face and kissed me fiercely, catching me by surprise. My body sprang to life, answering to the need in his kiss until it became more heated, too much. I tore away from him, shaking my head, even as my body throbbed with desire.

“Wait...”

Why was I stopping this? Am I an idiot? I have dreamt about this since forever.... I have never wanted anything so bad in my life.

"Don't you want to kiss me??" He rasped out.

" I.... I do..."

Without another word, he kissed my shoulder, then upwards to my ear. The familiar tingling filled my body as I leaned into him. I didn’t want to push him back, didn’t want to consider how it might make me look. I just wanted to be, wanted to be seen for once.

He hummed, then nudged my hair away from my throat. He kissed the skin over my pulse point, then gently bit down. I shivered at the gesture. His mouth moved lower, and he licked over my collarbone. His hands moved from my waist up to my ribcage, the pressure light and yet almost overwhelming. His presence, our surroundings, and the possibilities of what might happen next were about to drive me crazy.

“Damien,” I said uncertainly, but my voice died away when his hands cupped my breasts through the fabric of my dress.

Damien’s touch was soft and yet it sent spikes of sensation through the rest of my body. I could feel my nipples harden, and I knew he would feel them against his palms. Embarrassment fought with the need in my body. I’d never wanted to be intimate with someone. I’d dreamed of falling in love and eventually making love. But Damien didn’t believe in love, and I wasn’t sure if I did anymore either. Perhaps I’d have to settle for less. It wasn’t the first time in my life.

Damien made me feel seen and wanted. That was more than I’d had in a long time. God, and it scared me, because I knew how easily it could be taken from me.

His palms slid up to my shoulders, and he began pushing my top down. My stomach tightened with anticipation and fear when the fabric gave in. The cool breeze touched my skin, and my thin bra didn’t protect me, neither from the night’s cold nor from Damien’s hungry gaze. No one had ever looked at me like that. I couldn't hold his gaze, so I closed my eyes.

​I shivered as he touched me, goose bumps prickling across my skin. I could feel my nipples getting hard, straining against the thin fabric of my bra. His fingers glided over my ribs and up to the edge of the cotton. I knew it wasn't anything fancy, but the way his eyes were on me made me feel more desirable than ever.

I kept my eyes closed, biting down on my lower lip to keep from saying anything. My eyelashes were fluttering, and I hated that I couldn't control them. I was nervous. I had no reason to be, not really. But the idea of this, of what was about to happen, was terrifying.

​He leaned in close to my ear. “Don't worry, I am going to make you feel things you can't describe with words...”

​My eyes snapped open. I looked at him and said the words.

"I have never been with a man."

​He kissed my throat, and I felt a spark ignite inside of me, a conflicting mix of fear and wanting.

"So I will be your first." He said with an easy grin smile.

"I.... I never... I am not....”

​He pulled back and looked at my face. I could feel his gaze on me, and a flicker of doubt entered my mind. Was I making a mistake? His next words were a direct challenge.

"Do you want to come inside?"