Chapter 542: In Which She Rode

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"Ride me." Damien's command was Katherine's fantasy.

His authoritative tone made her wetter and more ready than she already was—his shaft almost slipped inside her when he pushed himself to her opening. Her arms flew around his neck, and she whimpered as he gripped her hips hard.

"Not yet," she breathed. She slid the palms of her hands down his hard chest, relishing the smoothness of the planes as she glided them down to his abdominal muscles. Katherine admired his physique—he kept himself fit despite how busy he was everyday.

"What?" His eyes were hazy when he looked up at her, confused as to why she was refusing him.

A knowing smile danced on her lips when she found her little revenge on him. "You stopped me from coming when I was almost there, now you have to wait."

"You're. Vicious." Damien grunted, rubbing himself between her folds with quick motions to ease his urge, the tip of his penis jabbing against her entrance. The sensation wasn't enough, and it was killing him that he sucked her breast in frustration. "Utterly gorgeous and vicious. And mine," he said in between kisses.

"Mmmm…"

Katherine's moan was all he needed to know that she enjoyed this as much as he did. He loved pleasing her—he always did as it gave him satisfaction.

He tried entering her, but she would pull back with a smile. It only made him want her more. It was human nature to want something you can't have.

The torturous wait was intense, building up their carnal desires to a high that they didn't want to come down. And he was about to lose himself.

Feeling his impatience as he humped, she too nearly lost her control that she realized she wasn't torturing him only—she was torturing herself too. But it was the kind of torture that she didn't actually want to complain about.

"Aaahh…" She arched her body towards him when he placed her nipple between his teeth, causing her body to fire up—she thought she was burning.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, massaging his head as she slightly moved her hips to tease him further and offering her other breast for attention—in which he gladly took in his mouth, and he sucked like it was his only life source.

Looking up at her, his hooded eyes begged for mercy. "Baby... I can't... I need to…"

She nodded. "Take me—"

And Damien all but shoved his hard, thick cock into Katherine, earning a sweet cry from her.

He groaned in satisfaction when he finally got what he had been aching for. Although he had already made love to her earlier that night, he just couldn't get enough of her.

Her breathing hitched, feeling so full inside that her mouth formed into an O. His movement was so abrupt that she almost came as soon as he entered her. She lost count of how many times they had made love, but she would always end up getting shocked every time they do.

He trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. He sucked and licked the base of her throat, her clavicle, and her chest, leaving a trail of love bites on her skin.

As Katherine felt his hands slightly relax on her hips, she planted her hands on the hot tub's wall behind him for support. Then she began to rock her hips, his length sliding in and out of her as she did.

Damien looked at her. His eyes were lustful just like hers were when their gazes met. He brushed away the hair on one side of her face and tucked them behind her ear. Her hair was so long that they cascaded like a waterfall on his chest. "Beautiful. You're so beautiful, Katherine."

"Mmm…" She could only moan as she drowned in ecstasy in his arms.

"And so good. Shît." He buried his face onto her breasts, his tongue swiftly flicking her flesh. She yelped when he slapped her ass, a sensation that she fully welcomed and craved for.

Katherine steeled herself and gained balance as she rode him. And as she moved faster, the water flowed out of the tub. The sound of their skin smacking together and the water crashing onto the floor filled the bathroom, ringing in her ear and turning her on even more.

His electric touch explored her body, skimming her thighs, sides, arms, breasts, and back. It was intimate and wonderfully familiar that she wished he wouldn't stop. Every part of her became sensitive—whenever and wherever he caressed her evoked immense pleasure. It was driving her mad.

'Dear heavens.' She was so thankful that he knew her body more than she did—the erogenous zones to touch, the spots to press or kiss.

She lifted his face from her chest and captured his lips with fervent need, slipping her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him hard and deep, and he returned them with the same intensity.

Katherine could sing his name over and over, praising him for the man that he was—the man that she loved. Her heart throbbed at their blissful state.

"Faster, Kitten… Deeper…" Damien begged as he rammed inside her repeatedly and unapologetically to the hilt.

"Mmmff—Damien!" Katherine's cry was muffled against his mouth. "I'm coming…"

Hearing the extreme urgency in her melodious voice, he hastened his moves, meeting her every thrust. Her core tightened around him like a suction on his rod, and he knew she was so close that it pushed him to drive into her even deeper. "F-Fûck."

She shifted her position when she became frantic as if she didn't know what to do. She needed more and wanted more. Feeling lost and hazy in their carnal bliss, tears streamed down her face—yet she wasn't hurt, and nor was she sad. It was so intense, but she didn't want it to end. At the same time, she yearned to reach the edge of her orgasm. So close… she was so close.

Chasing her orgasm, Katherine rode on him like she had never before, clutching his shoulder tightly that her fingers dug into his skin, making him grunt. And as Damien gripped the globes of her ass, pushing her further down on him, she screamed his name and found her release. "Aaaahhhh…"

She quivered and trembled, and her head fell into the crook of his neck, embracing him tightly as he continued to pound into her. Then he came soon after.

"Katherine…" he murmured—as if her name was his drug. He called her his heroine, and she indeed was.

His length pulsated inside her contracting walls, and she gently ground on him as she squeezed her eyes shut. Katherine could still feel the remnants of her climax—the sensual feeling refused to leave her.

With their thrusting slowing down, they pulled back slightly and met each other's gaze. A steady, satisfied smile formed on their faces when they kissed.

"Wow…" he sighed. "You are amazing."

He caressed the small of her back and kissed her again. Their faces were flushed, and their heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

"I love you," he whispered to her ear.

Katherine heard him, but she could only manage to nod and hum in response. Her limbs went limp from their strenuous yet passionate act of love. She was spent, all of her energy leaving her body. That night turned out to be something she did not expect at all.

But it wasn't totally out of their typical these days. This was their new normal—fighting bad guys and teaching ignorant or crazy women during the day, and making love at night.

As long as they were together, nothing was going to stop them.

Once they had calmed down, Damien stroked her back and told her in a gentle tone, "Let's get to bed. We've stayed long enough."

Katherine nodded, but she didn't budge an inch. She was so exhausted that her body refused to move. "I can't. Too tired," she said.

He let out a soft chuckle and pressed his lips to her cheek. Then he effortlessly got up and carried her out of the tub, carefully stepping onto the floor mat to avoid slipping.

They quickly washed in the shower before leaving the bathroom and drying off with the fluffy white towels.

Damien snapped his head to face her when she sighed as she crawled on the bed with him. "You okay?" he asked, slipping under the covers with her—they remained naked under the sheets.

Katherine shook her head and leaned on his chest as he pulled her into his arms. "It was a long night. I'm just glad it's over."

He cocked a brow as he looked at her, "Who said it's over?"

"Huh?" She lifted her gaze and saw the devilish smirk on his face.

Then she yelped in surprise when he flipped her onto her back and held her hands above her head. "Baby, we're just getting started," he teased right before he dipped his head to her neck.

Damien Park—such an insatiable man.