Zaria 🥀
The moonlight coming through the large French window drenched my skin in its dark blue light as the cold breeze blew past me, making my open hair and the transparent silver laced-nightgown waver. I pull the both sides together, wearing nothing underneath. No bra, no panties, no bandage. It's almost been a month and my skin is in a naturally healing stage. It hurts less now. Almost close to no pain.
The only light in the art room is the moonlight and a small lamp flashing on the canvas Damien is painting me on. Sitting on a stool in front of me, he is half naked. His black trouser stretch along his thigh and his tattooed-tanned skin glowing softly under the golden lamp.
His hands are moving on the canvas with a paintbrush and his lethal, seductive, dark eyes burning on me with intense scrutiny. No one is in the house tonight except Damien and I. Everyone else is at Vitalis, working late on the plans.
The sight of him made me want to paint him. He is not a charming guy—not in the general sense— but he has the lethal, fatal looks that makes him look dangerously intimidating in a way that shouldn't be so attractive.
None of us speak a word. His eyes on me as I sit there on the divan with my eyes on his every movement as he moved his hands to paint me. Only the gentle wind and slow, melodic music played in the background in low volume from the small speaker in the room.
His eyes fell on my bare legs, studying it as he captured them on the canvas. Heat pooled between my legs. I want to feel those hands on me.
Silently, placing down my feet on the ground, I stand up. He casually glanced at me through the raised eyebrows and I felt the fire of his eyes on my skin as I walked in the middle of the room, holding my split lace nightgown together.
The art room is messier than the last time I visited here. Now, there's a huge art of my eyes painted on a large wall. The floor is a mess with a bunch of paint brush, paints, empty and used canvases laying around.
There's a one and huge white canvas in the middle. Plane and clear. I walk on it. The paint I got on my feet from the ground made colourful footprints on it. I turned around in Damien's direction. Another large French window to my right allowed the moon directly to shine its presence on me, making me more visible in the hues of dark blue.
When Damien silently studied me, I dared to move and slowly slide the nightgown apart. After opening my front, the sleeves gently creased my skin as it started falling down my body, leaving me completely naked. My chest heaved as Damien's eyes fell on my naked flesh. He didn't react but even in the darkness, I did notice the sinful mischief glint in his eyes. That only made my clit throb.
"Would you mind to paint on me instead?" My voice almost a whisper but he heard me.
"If you are ready to handle the consequences of my losing composure." His deep voice replied.
I don't want to feel Lucien's touch. I don't want to be so lost in my mind that I will go insane. All this time I have held myself the strongest, not letting the trauma shatter me. The only time I would cry would be in Damien's arms because I felt the safest there than anywhere else on earth.
I will not let the past grim me. Lucien thought he would destroy me, but he only made the hiding monster in me to rise higher.
"I want your hands everywhere on my skin. Please." I say softly.
He stands up and walks towards me with a predator's grace while his eyes burn into mine. He walked on the canvas, his coloured footprints matching against my own. He stood so close to me that his body spread warmth over my naked skin and I tipped my head back to look up at him.
"Do you?" He asked. There's a slight sign of hesitation in his eyes. I get it. He is afraid that if I am not sure about what I am doing, this can end up with me hating his touch too, but I am sure. I am confident. I want to feel Damien again.
Gulping the air down my throat, I nod. "I know I sound selfish but only you can save me. I want to feel you on my skin, Damien. Not anyone else." My eyes dampened.
I thought I would see him hurt but instead, the sinful glint returned in his eyes as they looked down and scanned my body. That stare alone made my body heat more.
"If I touch you, I will have it in my own ways. Not a gentleman but a beast. Do you understand that?"
That's exactly what I want.
"I don't want you to fuck me like something is wrong with me. I want you to fuck me as if there's no tomorrow for us. Dangerously." Boldness washes over me.
A sinister smirk tugs his lips before he leisurely walks towards a table placed by the wall to my left. There are a bunch of different colours…. like oil paints, acrylic paints. He picks up a can of red acrylic paint before walking back towards me with the same leisurely grace. The air between us tensed with lust and greed.
He comes to a stop in front of me in the same place he was standing before.
"Lay down." His whisper of command rumbled on my skin.
I slowly get down and lay down on the canvas beneath me, my back pressed against it as spread my legs open by his feet. he looks down at me and then crouches down beside me. He softly places his fingertips on my neck and softly drags them down between my breast to the pit of my stomach. His skin made the hair on my neck rise as arousal consumed me entirely. A gasp escapes me.
"Before we go into this, just know that you are mine to keep safe and mine to protect. I will do nothing that will not please you, I am going to claim back what's mine with pleasure." With that, he stood up, watching me bite my lower lip in anticipation and desperation.
Watching me with his dark gaze, he opens the lid of the paint can, tosses the lid to the floor and tilted the can, making the red paint fall onto my breasts with sounds of splashes in a grace that shouldn't be so erotic. And suddenly, the background music became non-existent and time slowed, making the existence of physics questionable.
When done he crouched down again beside me. His gaze studied my skin as his hands moved on the paint, covering my chest in red. His hand slowly moved upwards to my neck then towards my jaw and then slowed down at my lips. He stroked his thumb on my lips, covering them in red, looking like he can't wait to devour them. Devour me. An involuntary moan escaped past my parted lips and my eyes closed shut.
I felt his hot breath over my mouth as he captured my lips into his wet ones. Sucking them, biting them, claiming them. My heart beat raced at a dangerous speed.
His hand moved down below my waist, going down and down until he reached between my legs, painting red there too. Another moan escaped past me as my body shivered with electric but erotic sensation.
"Please Damien, I need you." I plead with damp eyes. I am so fucking desperate. With his touch on my skin, I feel alive. And for the first time in a long time, my mind is not going back to those horrible moments. The only thought that runs through my mind is that I need Damien like I need my last breath.
Listening to me, his wet with paint middle finger touches my clit. The paint burns a little but his fingers send me to literal heaven as he circles it with pressure. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I clutch my fingers in my fists by either side of me. He pulls his lips back and his dark gaze watches as I seek more of the pleasure.
"I am yours, violence. And I am going to corrupt all of you, empty all of you so I can reside somewhere within you." He groaned in his husky voice.
He removed his hand away, breaking the intence erotism I was lost in. I squinted my eyes in frustration. He moved away a little and flipped me by my stomach, landing me on my stomach pressed against the canvas. The moment caused my hand to stumble on the can and it fell sideways on the canvas. The red paint spilled out and pooled all around me and beneath me. My hairs that are falling openly, drenched in the paint as well.
Damien moved on my back and straddled over my legs; I can feel his hard erection pressed at my lower back. leaning in, he planted wet kisses on my neck and kissing all the way down on my back, showing off his lust and hunger. I moaned in response, my voice feeling the room. I snake my left hand back and blindly search for his hand. After taking his hand, I grabbed it forward and covered it over my left breast, shamelessly wanting his touch.
I groaned in frustration when he pulled his hand back and whispered against my ear from behind. "Not this easily, violence. I want to see you beg for it."
"Please. Don't make me wait, I need you so fucking bad." I almost cry. "Not because I am using you but because I feel alive when you touch me. My body craves you so bad that I am losing my sanity. Please, Damien, save me."
"That's my good girl. You will have what you want, all of me." He sits back up on his knees on either side of me, trapping my legs under him. I hear the zipper going down.
"You decide what you want to be. My good girl or my little toy? Either way, I am going to make that pussy worship every inch of my cock." His snarl makes my already wet pussy clench.
"I just want to be yours." I say without turning back.
He leans in again and fist the back of my hair tight in his hand. "Mine?"
"Yours." I replied with a hitched breath.
His one hand goes between my legs and he pinches sharply on my clit. "I didn't hear you."
"Yours who I am." I say it louder with a yelp.
"Looks like you chose to be my good girl. It's time I reward you."
He snaked his right arm beneath me and grabbed my left breast, squeezing it tightly before pulling his hand back. Without moving his body away, he flipped me back, my back pressed on the canvas as I stared up at him.
He is looking every bit of the beast I have seen every time he fucked me senseless. No gentleman, only a dangerous animal. That fills my stomach with satisfaction and thrill. I brushed my hands over his chest, painting him red too.
He moves his head down and takes my right nipple in his mouth as his hand squeezed my other breast sharply. He sucked my nipple with his teeth and tasted it with his tongue. Gasps mix with my senseless moans as my clit throbbed faster, matching the speed of my heart.
"Please, just like that." I plead in pleasure.
After a moment of sucking and biting it, he removed his hand that was squeezing my other breast and moved it down without stopping his sweet assault on my nipple. I feel him taking his hard cock and moving it between my legs. The hand he used was clean and not slightly drenching paint. He stroked the tip at my clit and gave it a couple circles before moving the tip at my entrance.
He lifts me up and I take my one hand at the back of his neck and another hand supports me on my elbow. My legs wrapped around his waist and his one hand wrapped around my hip to keep me stable as another hand of his is pressed on the canvas for support.
"The only thing you are going to think is how it feels when I am fucking you. You have always been mine, violence and the only way your pussy will feel good when it's me who is taking care of it. And you, violence, you are my greatest victory that I own. And you own me just as much." With that, he pushed himself inside of me and I arch my back with a deep gasp as pleasure blurs my senses.
His cock stretches my pussy as he goes deeper. His thrust becomes ruthless after a moment of adjusting inside of me, making my body shake back and forth. "Don't fucking stop." I cry out in pleasure.
He shuts my lips with his own. Kissing me deeply as he fucks me harder with time. Only pulling back to breathe through the gasps and groans. Tears roll down my cheeks as rumbles of moans and screams escape past my throat and my eyes roll back. Both of our groans haunted the walls as he pounded inside of me deeper.
His both palms pressed down on the canvas on either side of me. He is fucking me like he is making up for the lost time. He is fucking me like he is beyond desperate. He is fucking me like he is searching for redemption inside of me. He is fucking like he is a maniac.
"Yes please. Don't stop, I am so close." I cry out.
"Hold it. You are going to come when I will allow it." He snarled. Perspiration glinted on his forehead by the moonlight in the darkness.
"Damien." I cry out with screams.
"You look so fucking good screaming my name." He says against my mouth.
Fuck. I need to come, I'm on the edge.
With another deep thrust, he slowed down. "Now, baby."
And with that I let myself go and release, milking his cock. Right after he followed. I feel the warmth of him bursting inside but this time he pulls his cock back immediately and shoots the hot ropes of cum on my lower belly. It is fucking satisfying but I groan in frustration. I wanted to feel him fill me up like he always does. Maybe because I'm not on pills this time.
He leans forward and gives my lips a peck as we both gasped for breaths to come down from the high. After a moment passes, I fall down on my back and he lays down beside me. Snuggling me in his arms. His cum on my skin drops down on the canvas, mixing with the red paint beneath us. I rest my head on his bare chest, my heart beating calming down to normal speed.
"Next time, I want to be full of you inside of me." I say. It was just our thing, him completely filling me up. I love the thrill it has and we always did it while making sure when to be safe.
"I had my vasectomy undone." He declares it like it's just a casual thing.
I snapped my head in his direction, totally shocked. "I didn't know you had a fucking vasectomy."
He looked at me and gave a smirk. "Why do you think I was so confident whenever I had you so full of me ? I didn't know how you would react so I made sure you felt safe and took precautions."
His words make my cheeks red despite the already red paint on my skin.
"I have had it done years ago because I never believed in romantic relationships let alone having a child with someone, only casual hook ups and never wanted to risk it." He says, placing his forearm under his head.
His confession about his past hook-ups didn't make me jealous. It made me only respect him more because he was never a frat boy and always a man who understood his responsibilities.
"And the day when I saw you playing with Amelia, the way your eyes sparkled and how you got along with her immediately. I wished to have my babies in your arms instead. I know you love kids, it's one of your dreams to have a happy and healthy family and my dream is to fulfil your every damn wish." He says it with a smile. "So, when you were gone, I had my vasectomy reversed."
Tears roll into my eyes as my heart fills with a kind of liveness I have never felt before. And the vision of having his babies, our babies, is only making my heart flutter and fly around.
"Damien ?" I said his name with my cracked voice because I couldn't control the sobs that were about to escape.
He looked at me, his eyes studied my face with such gentleness and adoration.
"I love you." I finally said those three words in person. Tons of invisible weight on my shoulders falls off effortlessly. "I never thought I would ever fall for you but I did. I did every time. And I will do it over and over again if you'll have me." Tears rolls down my cheeks
He told me he received the message I had delivered through Matteo. But saying I love you in person is different than reading it.
His eyes feel painful but in a way that it is only making him happy and complete. "I love you too, Violence." He raises up and kisses my lips.