HUNTED

Chapter 121 - Rabbits

{ Seek what sets your soul on fire }

Aila couldn't help but smile like a kid at a theme park. She clung onto Damon, her head resting on his chest, their legs intertwined while she drew circles around his mark, and Damon stroked her shoulder, staring at the ceiling. The pair were in a blissful bubble with no interruptions or distractions. The only sounds were of their breathing and the birds chirping outside. Aila sighed in content, wishing for this moment to never end.

She felt complete now, lying by her mate's side. There was an essence of wholeness, a warmth in her chest, and that everything would be fine. The final jigsaw puzzle had slipped into place, and she was euphorically happy. Damon was her everything, and he was all hers.

Yet, she was becoming more aware that they had a lot to sort out. Her brows drew together, and she clenched her eyes shut, hoping to shut down where her thoughts were leading her. She wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms.

"What did the pack want earlier?" Aila found herself asking, immediately feeling frustrated at herself for bringing it up.

"Shh, we don't need to worry about anything for a while," Came Damon's baritone voice.

Aila shifted her position so she could look at him. He smiled at her tenderly and caressed her cheek with his thumb, "They are aware of what we are up to."

Aila's eyes widened, and her face heated. "Were up to.." she muttered with a dreamy sigh after.

Damon chuckled, "You didn't think we were done, right? I only got one orgasm out of you. I want more." He licked his lips in delight.

"What?" She squeaked. Her eyes widened even more as he rolled onto his side, running his thumb across her lips, his eyes darkening, lusting for them, for her. Aila's reaction made his lips split into a broad grin, "We should take each moment as it comes. We don't know when our next peaceful moment will be, or when we will next.."

"Hump like rabbits?" Aila finished as she bit down on his thumb gently.

"Exactly." His eyes flickered with amusement before he rolled over her and adjusted his erection. This time he slid easily inside her, eliciting an immediate gasp from Aila. "I want to fuck you into next week," He thrust all the way in. The entire length of his shaft causing Aila's eyelids to flutter and almost rolling her eyes into the back of her head from how big he is.

This time there was no holding back; the gentleness he showed earlier for her to get adjusted to his size was gone. He wanted to fuck her until she couldn't walk or speak coherently. Everything about her just made him want to fuck her senseless. He couldn't help it. He thought he craved for her before with the ache and pain he felt from not sinking his dick into her balls deep from day one, but he was wrong. Now that he had a taste of her, he didn't want to stop.

He pounded into her relentlessly, watching her beneath him, her breasts bouncing, her eyes clenching shut, gasps and moans leaving her pretty little mouth while her hands grasped the silky sheets beneath them. The bed frame began to shake and knock into the back wall, but instead of stopping, it only spurred him on more. He lifted one of her legs and held it against his chest as he slammed into her, smirking as her eyes widened and her breath hitched.

She leaned her head back into the cushion. Damon didn't like that; he wanted her to only see him. He knew she enjoyed watching him pound into her anyway. And why not? He didn't mind one bit. He loved seeing the desire behind her eyes, just as much as the love and warmth. 

"Eyes on me," He growled; his command was immediately followed with a moan leaving her lips as he raised her other leg, holding them close to his chest, her eyes locking with his. He groaned after feeling her core tighten and tighten, almost trying to suck him dry. "FUCK." He wasn't ready yet, but then again, he could just go again, he smirked.

Aila let out numerous breathless screams as her core tightened before releasing her warm creaminess over his shaft. She shuddered and kept her eyes on him the whole time she climaxed. He pulled her legs apart like the splits before pulling out, grabbing her ass and flipping her over.

He marvelled at the view before him, her round ass in front of him; he widened her stance and felt his cock twitch. Reaching forwards, he caressed her smooth bum cheeks admiringly. She looked behind her with a serious expression on her face, "I am not-"

Damon spanked her right cheek before shoving his length into her centre. She immediately groaned at his intrusion. He pulled back out slowly, then when the head of his cock was at the parting of her entrance, he slammed back into her, spanking her left cheek after. She yelped before moaning. That was how it went, him alternating speeds until he couldn't tease her and himself anymore, so he began thrusting quicker again.

He leant closer, sliding his hand across her smooth back, Aila looked back, and her core clenched when she felt his fingers thrust into her hair, gripping tightly. She let her hair be pulled back slightly, enjoying the small sting in her head, her bum cheeks and the friction and pounding in her centre. Damon's hand released her hair, and her head flopped forwards slightly as sweat glistened on their bodies.

While he continued to thrust, his hand snaked around her waist and went to her breast, squeezing and pinching on her nipple; she let out a raspy moan and bit her lip as pain and pleasure thrummed through her heated body. But he wasn't done there. He slid his arm further, covering her chest and pulled her back into an upright position.

Aila yelped and found herself kneeling, her back against his chest as he continuously pounded into her. Her breath caught, and her eyes widened at the new position. His arm kept her in place, and with every thrust, she felt herself gasping for air. Damon trailed kisses along her shoulder and neck, leading up to her face.

She turned her head, and their mouths collided in heated passion, their tongues wrapping around each other like a dance of seduction. They both moaned together as she slid her fingers into his sweaty hair. She gripped harder, enjoying his scent, his sweat and his fervent kissing and thrusting. Her body was sensitive to him, and she felt her climax building again.

Damon ripped his mouth away from hers. "Touch yourself," He whispered into her ear, making her body shiver with delight. Aila loved how he took control in the bedroom; it made her even wetter.

With one hand wrapped around his neck still, her other hand trailed down her body to her clit, and she began rubbing herself, instantly groaning from the pleasure shooting through her nerve endings.

Aila began grinding on his thick shaft, her finger rubbing up on her clit, while their eyes were locked in a stare so intense, they both came together with such a ferocity she had to lean back into him, clutching his hair while he claimed her mouth to silence her scream.