The Man cave

DELILAH

I don’t know how I got out of the car, or how he put his hand on mine and, with just a nudge, swiftly, slowly..... And I followed him into his man cave.

The place Aria had told me never to go.

This was a place she always spoke about with disgust and so much loathing. And all that man had to do was kiss me, nipple play, touch my hand and I don’t even know how I got out of the car.

I could pretend I didn’t know why I was in there… but I should’ve known, right? I mean, I knew why I was getting in there, and there was a part of me that was so excited. This was happening. I was finally going to be with Damien.

We were going to do the thing, the thing I never thought would ever, ever happen to me. Not with him. He was Elena's....

And then there was the nervous part. This was my first time, and that man didn’t really confess his love for me. Should I really be doing this?

There was also the part that thought about Aria. This felt like a betrayal to her. She hated the way women flaunted themselves over Damien, and… I didn’t know why she never saw that in me. But this felt like such a betrayal to her.

And yet… none of those reasons stopped me.

The door closed behind us with a soft click. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. A sharp panic struck me, almost convincing me this was a mistake. Part of me wanted to turn away and leave. But I didn’t.

It was just me and him in this enclosed space. My heart pounded so loudly in the silence that I was certain he could hear it. He didn’t say a word. He just looked at me, deep, steady, unreadable....before stepping closer.

That was when his scent hit me. It was woodsy, raw, edged with the faintest trace of sweat. But underneath, there was something that was just him, something that made my body respond before my mind could catch up.

My hand was still on his arm, and the way it felt was unreal, almost electric. I wanted to speak. I wanted to ask him if this meant anything to him. I wanted to know if this was more than just sex. I wanted to believe that he liked me, that I wasn’t just imagining this connection. But my thoughts tangled into chaos. My mouth was dry. My voice refused to form. My body wasn’t listening either.

I was caught between excitement and fear, trapped in the adrenaline rush of doing something forbidden. Something reckless. Something that had once belonged to Elena.

The thought of her only fueled me. Elena had been obsessed with Damien, consumed by him. She never stopped talking about him, parading him like he was her prize. And now they were over. Now, it was I standing here with him. Mine. I couldn’t wait to throw it in her face.

He moved then, lifting his hand slowly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. The touch dragged me back to the moment, to him. His fingers lingered against my cheek, warm and deliberate.

I closed my eyes for just a second, letting myself taste the moment, feel the pull between us that seemed impossible to resist.

“Damien…” I whispered, my voice breaking the silence.

But before I could say another word, he was on me. Damien cupped my face, caging me in with his body.

“I have never wanted something so bad." I shivered at the low vibrato of his voice.

Gripping his shirt, I tugged him towards me violently. Our mouths clashed, but Damien held himself still, waiting for me to make the next move, daring me to do it. With a burst of indignation, my tongue nudged his lips, and despite the heat rising into my cheeks, I held his dark gaze. My moment of control was ripped from me the second Damien deepened the kiss. He took the lead, demanded with his mouth and tongue for me to surrender.

I had trouble keeping up. His scent and heat sucked me in, made my body spring to life in the most terrifying way possible. Damien’s hand touched my waist, and then it moved up, closer to my breast. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore how good Damien’s body felt against mine. Damien’s arms shifted around me until his thumb brushed the underside of my breast. I stilled but didn’t push him away, didn’t utter a word of protest.

His mouth found my throat, nibbling, licking, biting, and his hand slipped under my top. Rough fingertips slid over my skin, higher and higher until they reached my nipple through the lace of my bra. My lips parted from the sensation.

“Do you want me to stop?” Damien murmured in my ear before his tongue led a wet trail down my throat.

His free hand cupped my cheek and twisted my face so he could assault my mouth with an all-consuming kiss. His tongue licked every crevice of my mouth, tasting, consuming, owning my lips. I was too caught up in the sensation his fingers on my nipple created. Damien released my face and nipple, gripped my hips in a bruising hold, and got down on his knees. I was shocked to see Damien kneeling before me.

He pushed up my skirt and then slid his tongue over the spot. His palm cupped my ass cheeks, hard, kneading possessively before he slid up and wedged his fingers under the strap of my pants. He tugged hard, and the drenched fabric jerked against my center and clit. I gasped in surprise and pleasure. Damien chuckled, then circled his tongue over the soft skin while his fingers continued their ministration. How could this feel so good?

Damien tugged harder at my pants, and I arched, biting down on my lip to keep the sounds in. He sucked the skin of my ass cheek into his mouth as he gave my thong a few hard tugs. Waves of heat and tingling spread from my center to every nerve ending in my body. I was getting closer to something impossible, wondrous, mind-blowing. Something I’d never felt, not even close.

He pulled back and let his eyes roam over my naked body, and mine did the same. He began unbuttoning his shirt, then shrugged it off. He moved closer, stopping right before me.

“You want to touch?” he whispered.

I didn't answer. He reached for my hand, and I let him. Let him put my palm against his strong chest, let him slide it lower, over the hard lines of muscles. He placed my palm over his belt, then released me. This seemed like a test. I gripped his belt and tugged him toward me. His lips crashed down on mine, tongue dominating my mouth, hands rough against my ass. He jerked me up and against him so his erection pressed against my center. I gasped, which he swallowed with his lips.

My fingers hooked in his waistband, scared and curious. Damien caught my gaze, his full of hunger and harshness. He ripped his mouth away from mine, backing me into the wall. I curled my fingers in his belt and held his gaze as I opened the buckle. The clink was the sound of my last wall crumbling. Gripping his zipper, I pulled it slowly down, terrified and aroused.

Then I paused. Damien bent low, his mouth brushing my ear. “I’m not a patient man.

I kissed his mouth then and trailed my tongue over the rim. He exhaled and pulled back so he could look at my face, and the look in his eyes..... I had him, and it was thrilling.

He grabbed his pants and pulled them down together with his boxers. His erection sprang free, and Damien braced himself against the wall with his hands on either side of my head.