Bonus | Aine: Epilogue 1

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"Damien," I tease, trailing my fingers up his arm toward his shoulder. "It's time to get up."

He groans in reply, lifting the arm I'm not currently touching and swatting at my hand.

Not wanting to put a stop to my teasing, I pull back so my fingertips are just lightly grazing the hair on his arm. The muscle twitches as I slide my fingers back and forth, tickling him despite the annoyance I feel filtering in through the bond.

I know he doesn't want to get up, but he promised me a special breakfast and I'll be damned if he makes me wait any longer for it. The sun rose hours ago, and just because he thought it would be a good idea to stay out all night with Alex doesn't mean that I'm going to let him jip me of my earned food.

"You promised me food." I pout, my hand moving up to his face as I gently trace over his lips.

His right eye creaks open as he gives up his charade of pretending to be asleep, a pouty frown settling over his face as he looks up at me. Distracted by the mixture of annoyance and amusement that courses through me, I don't notice that he's opening his mouth until his teeth are clamping down around my finger.

I jump and snatch my arm back to my chest, offended that he would bite me when all I'm trying to do is love him.

My eyes narrow as I glare down at him, ignoring his lazy smirk as I swing my leg over the top of his body and plop myself down on his chest. He seems pleased by the action as he wraps his arms around my waist and locks them together behind my back.

I'm wearing only his t-shirt, and Damien takes advantage of my lack of bottoms as he removes his right hand from my body so he can lift the fabric and get an eyeful of my naked body.

Laughing, I swat him away as he stares at my intimate parts, his tongue darting out as he licks his lips. My thighs clench as I watch his eyes darken, but my need for breakfast takes precedence over my want for his touch.

"I'm hungry." I whisper, wiggling slightly on his chest as his eyelids slip shut once more.

Damien groans, his hands moving to my hips as he tugs them forward.

"Me too." He repeats, continuing to try and inch my hips up his chest.

I stare down at him in confusion for a minute before lifting my hips in the air and giving him some more room to breathe. I didn't think that he would find me too heavy, and am slightly offended that he is trying so hard to get me off him.

"No, Áine. I want you to sit up higher on me. I want you on my face." He explains.

My eyes narrow as a blush warms my cheeks. I'm able to put two and two together to understand what he plans to do with me on him, but I struggle to understand why he would want that.

I won't be able to return his touch in this position, and the last thing I want is to accidentally limit his breathing.

Damien lets out a quiet grunt before taking the option away and forcing my bottom towards his face. His grip on my hips tightens as he moves them to line up with his mouth, my knees sliding up the sheets until they are level with his ears.

I stare down at him in a panic, feeling embarrassed and unsure as I bundle up the hem of my shirt and hold it against my stomach so I can see his face.

"I don't know about this." I admit.

This act was something that the humans always thought of as below them, and although I know that Damien would never think differently of me for engaging in it, I can't help but feel hesitant.

"Yes, you do." He whispers, no longer waiting for me to sit down before craning his neck and licking my slit. "I can smell your arousal."

I clench my jaw shut as he licks me once more, his tongue pushing through my lips in search of my clit. A quiet moan falls from me as he finds the small nub, his eyes darkening as he lifts his head further and buries his face between my thighs.

I'd be lying if I said that the feeling of his tongue on me doesn't have me questioning every decision I've ever made, my hips dropping down a bit on their own accord as I attempt to press his mouth against me even more.

"Good girl." He groans, pulling back to press a wet kiss to the inside of my thigh before diving back in.

My jaw slowly loosens as he licks me like a starved man, his tongue mercilessly lapping at my swollen clit before dropping down to my entrance and fucking me with it.

My thighs shake at the effort it takes to hover over him, and sensing my struggle Damien tugs me down until I'm sitting completely on top of his face. The action has me pivoting forward slightly, hands pressed against the headboard as I angle my hips back so he has better access to my clit.

Looking down, I frown as I realize that my shirt has fallen over his eyes and quickly rip the offending fabric off my body. His blackened, blown-out pupils stare up at me from between my legs, the sight of him flicking his tongue against me before opening his mouth and sucking on my clit doing awful things to me.

I don't realize his hand has left my hip until I notice his shoulder moving against my calf and foot. Twisting my torso to look back at it, I shudder at the sight of him pleasuring himself.

His hand flies as he roughly strokes the length of his shaft, his movements slowing for my benefit as he notices me watching him. Without meaning to, I buck up against his mouth as I watch him halt at the base of his cock and reach down to cup his balls.

A bead of precum dribbles out of his cock as he lightly tugs on his balls, the thick fluid dribbling out before getting swept away by his hand as he begins to stroke himself once more. Damien groans as he speeds up his actions, the moan vibrating into my sensitive flesh as he begins to lick me with even more fervor.

Hissing through my teeth, I lean back and place my hands against his belly as I rub myself against him, no longer caring to look polite as I desperately chase my orgasm. He feels so good against me, his wet tongue applying just the right amount of pressure as I fuck myself on his face.

His arm begins to move even faster along his shaft as his other hand reaches up to pinch at my nipples, his fingers grabbing the sensitive nub and twisting it painfully.

I cry out as the action sends heat down to my core, my hips stuttering against him as I lean forward and grab the headboard. My knuckles go white with how hard I'm gripping it, loud moans falling from my lips as I find my release. Tensing, I go still as my orgasm finally rips through me, Damien's mouth continuing its assault as he pushes me over the edge and works me through it, my hole clenching around the air.

Sighing, I drop my head to my chest and make eye contact with him as he finally comes to a stop.

Feeling completely spent, I scoot back and sit on his chest once more, panting as I attempt to wrap my head around the abrupt, explosive orgasm that Damien just brought me to.

His mouth and chin are slick with my arousal, and I watch with wide eyes as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth to taste it. A choked groan emerges from his chest as he does so, his arm continuing to move against me as he strokes himself.

"That was so fucking hot, Áine. You taste so good." He shouts, throwing his head back with another loud moan. "Put your pussy on my face again."

I stare at him in shock as he demands once more that I sit on his face, his hand reaching out to pinch at my nipple when I don't immediately obey.

"Want you on my tongue when I cum. Never want to not be tasting you."

Spurred by his words, I inch forward and place my hips in front of his face, keeping enough of a distance that he has to reach to taste me. Something inside of me loves watching him prove his desperation, and as he cranes his neck so he can connect his mouth with my heat I feel sheer satisfaction.

His entire body shivers as he begins to lick me once more, his tongue extending as far as it can to reach me. Giving in, I move forward another inch so it's easier for him, pleasure ringing through me as he latches on and sucks at my clit.

The groans that spill from his throat grow deeper as he speeds up his motions on his cock. I twist slightly to watch as he strokes himself, his fist remaining near the head as he jerks himself in small movements before stilling completely.

His teeth sink lightly into my clit as he begins to cum, the action painful but worth it as I watch his cock twitch and cum shoot out onto his belly. He slowly strokes himself through it, dropping his cock altogether as his hips stutter for the last time.

I'm about to get up to grab him a towel when he begins to work his mouth against me once more, his hands flying to grip my hips and stop my retreat as he speeds me towards another orgasm. My clit is already so sensitive from the first one, and I hiss through my teeth as he laps at me until I fall forward and cum again.

Feeling utterly spent, I throw myself off of him and flop on my back on the mattress with a satisfied groan.

Damien laughs at my reaction, his hand patting my thigh affectionately before he reaches up and wipes away the wetness on his face.

"I love you." He murmurs, eyelids fluttering closed.

I return the sentiment immediately, overcome with joy as I watch him fall back asleep still covered in his cum. It's probably a bit creepy at how intently I watch him, wholly entranced as his breathing evens out and his head lolls to the side.

My heart feels heavy when I finally move away and slip out of bed, a wide smile on my face as I sneak into the bathroom to grab a wet towel to clean him with.

I will be getting my special breakfast, but I suppose it won't kill me to wait a bit longer for it.