Chapter 3: Dark Desires

The door to Elena's bedroom slammed shut behind them, the echo of it swallowed by the silence of the mansion. Damien carried her across the room, his eyes never leaving hers, the intensity in them burning like a fire that refused to be extinguished. Elena clung to him, her body already alive with sensation, her skin tingling from every touch, every glance. She didn't care about the warnings, the stories, the past. All she could focus on was him-the raw, primal need that surged between them.

Damien placed her down on the bed with surprising tenderness, though the hunger in his eyes betrayed the restraint he was holding onto by a thread. Elena lay back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he stood over her, his dark gaze taking in every inch of her body. His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, a gesture that seemed almost reverent, though the tension in his frame spoke of a desire barely contained.

"You have no idea what you've done to me," Damien growled, his voice thick with need. His hands slid down her arms, his touch igniting sparks on her skin as he leaned over her, his body hovering just above hers. "I've waited for so long to touch you... to make you mine."

Elena swallowed hard, her breath catching as his mouth descended, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her lips. It was different from the kisses they had shared in the garden-softer, but no less consuming. His lips moved over hers with expert precision, coaxing her into submission, and she responded without hesitation, her hands sliding into his hair as she pulled him closer. The taste of him was intoxicating, filling her senses as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth in a way that made her moan softly against him.

He growled in response, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through her, making her entire body ache for him. His hands roamed down her sides, his fingers teasing the hem of her dress before slipping beneath the fabric to explore the softness of her skin. Every touch sent waves of pleasure through her, each caress pulling her deeper into the haze of desire that surrounded them.

"Damien,"she gasped as his lips left hers, trailing down her neck, kissing, biting, and teasing the sensitive skin there. Her body arched beneath him, her hips pressing up against his as his mouth worked its way lower. She could feel the hard line of his desire pressing against her thigh, and the sensation sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.

"I want to hear you say my name again," Damien murmured against her skin, his voice a dark, seductive command that made her breath hitch. His hands pushed her dress higher, exposing more of her skin to his hungry gaze. "Say it, Elena."

"Damien," she whispered, her voice trembling with need as his hands slid up her thighs, teasing her with slow, deliberate movements. The anticipation was unbearable, her body aching for him in ways she hadn't known were possible.

With a satisfied growl, Damien's mouth descended on her chest, his teeth grazing her skin as he pulled down the straps of her dress, exposing her to him. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to her breasts, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peaks, and Elena cried out, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

"You're perfect," Damien murmured, his voice thick with desire as his hands continued to explore her body, memorizing every inch of her. "So beautiful... so completely mine."

His words ignited something deep within her, and Elena's hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. She wanted more-needed more. The desire was overwhelming, burning through her like wildfire as his hands slipped between her legs, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin there before dipping lower.

Elena gasped,her hips bucking against his hand as his fingers slid through her folds, stroking her in slow, deliberate movements that made her head spin. "Damien, please..." she moaned, her voice barely more than a breath as he continued to torment her with his touch.

"Patience," he whispered against her skin, his voice a low growl as he watched her with dark, hooded eyes. "I want to take my time with you."

But Elena wasn't sure she could wait any longer. The need for him was unbearable, her body aching for release as his fingers moved in slow, torturous circles. She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge, the sensation building inside her until it was almost too much to bear.

"Damien, please..." she begged, her voice trembling as she writhed beneath him, desperate for more.

He grinned wickedly at her, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he finally gave her what she craved. His fingers slid inside her, filling her with slow, steady strokes that made her cry out in pleasure. Elena's hips moved against his hand, her body instinctively seeking more as he built a rhythm that left her gasping for air. Every movement, every touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, her entire body responding to him as though she had been made for this for him.

His lips found hers again, capturing her cries of pleasure as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. The pressure built inside her, tightening, coiling, until it was too much. And then, with one final stroke, she shattered.

Elena's body arched off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her release hitting her with a force that left her trembling. Damien didn't stop, his fingers continuing their slow, deliberate movements as he guided her through her climax, his lips never leaving hers as she cried out his name over and over again.

When the waves finally subsided, Elena lay back on the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her body felt boneless, completely spent, but the fire inside her was far from extinguished.

Damien pulled back, his dark eyes smoldering as he looked down at her, his lips curving into a satisfied smile. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

Elena's heart pounded in her chest, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks of her release. She reached up, her fingers brushing the side of his face as she met his gaze. "I want you, Damien," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her words. "All of you."

Damien's eyes darkened, his expression turning predatory as he growled low in his throat. "You have no idea what you're asking for," he murmured, though the hunger in his voice told her that he was just as desperate for her as she was for him.

"Then show me," Elena whispered, her fingers trailing down his chest, her touch igniting a fire in him that she could feel through every inch of his body.

With a low, dangerous growl, Damien stood, pulling her up with him. His eyes never left hers as he slowly undressed, revealing the hard, muscled planes of his body. He was perfect, every inch of him a testament to power and raw desire. Elena's breath caught as she took him in, her body trembling with anticipation.

Damien didn't waste any more time. With a single, fluid movement, he positioned himself above her, his body pressing down on hers in a way that made her feel both vulnerable and completely safe. His lips brushed hers as he slid inside her, filling her completely.

Elena gasped at the sensation, her body arching beneath him as he began to move, slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. His pace quickened, their bodies moving together in perfect sync, the friction building between them as they lost themselves in each other.

The room filled with the sound of their labored breaths, their moans of pleasure mingling as the intensity between them grew. Elena's hands roamed over his body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as he drove her higher and higher, her release building again with every thrust.

Damien growled her name, his lips brushing her ear as his movements became more frantic, more desperate. "You're mine, Elena," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Say it."

Elena gasped, her body trembling as she felt herself teetering on the edge once again. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. "I'm yours, Damien."

With a final, powerful thrust, Damien sent her spiraling over the edge, her release crashing over her in waves of pure ecstasy. He followed moments later, his body tensing as he buried himself inside her, their shared pleasure filling the air around them.

When it was over, Damien collapsed beside her, his arms wrapping around her as they lay tangled together in the aftermath of their passion. The silence of the room was filled only by the sound of their heavy breathing, their bodies still connected, still burning with the fire of what they had shared.

But even in the quiet, Elena knew this was only the beginning.

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