Stairway To Heaven

Damon took a cold shower, as freezing cold as he could get it. It was no use though. A blazing heat emanated from within his body, and try as he may nothing could tame the erection between his legs.

He strutted to his bedroom windows and pried them open nearly ripping one side off the hinge. He hoped the cool air against his wet skin would beat down the satyr inside. He ran a hand through his wet hair pulling it back then debated on whether he should put clothes on. He longed to sleep in the garden naked, to feel the cold wet grass beneath him. He often slept outdoors in nature in Valharinune.

It was natural for him.

A few seconds later and he was pulling on underwear and then sweatpants. He hoped the scratchy fabric would irritate him enough to take his mind off of the woman staying in his guest room.

Finally, he lay down on his bed, arms cradling his head with his feet crossed staring into the ceiling.

It was no use. He couldn't get her out of his mind.

There was a gentle knock at his door, and he bolted up. In two strides he was standing in front of it.

Instinctively his hand grasped the knob and then he stopped.

What was he thinking?

Opening the door meant only one thing. He knew it was her. He could smell her through the door. She smelled sweet and floral. He licked his lips. Would she taste sweet?

He let go of the nob and braced his hands against the frame, fighting the satyr inside him that wanted to rip it open. He cursed himself. He should not be thinking of how sweet she would taste.

"Yes, Ella." He said through gritted teeth.

"Can you open the door?" She whispered. "I really need to talk to you."

She sounded sincere, and after her confession he felt for her. She'd been dumped earlier, who wouldn't need a consoling ear in that predicament.

To think she was engaged and then dumped. His skin grew hotter in anger that some other man had hurt her. His arms released the frame and slowly he opened his door.

"Yes," he said face to face with her.

"I…," she stammered. "Can I come in?"

"No, you may not."

She didn't respond. She stood staring into his face her chest heaving in the most exquisite gown that he knew had come from Valharinune. It accentuated every curve of her form making her even more irresistible.

Damon sucked in a breath as she pushed herself forward stepping inside his room.

"What is it that you need?" His voice wavered, deep and desperate.

She didn't respond. Instead she placed her hands on his chest and leaned up to kiss him. In one swift fluid move he grabbed her waist carrying her to his bed. He gently nudged her down then got on all fours pinning her but not touching her.

"I'm not like other men Ella. Not like any man you have ever known."

He noted her lovely brown eyes were as wide and as sweet as a doe. As she nodded her dark hair fell delicately around her face. "Go, you should go." He tried putting force into the words, but he couldn't.

She didn't say or do anything. Her eyes locked onto his. For a moment he worried that he had shifted accidentally. But then her lips finally parted.

"I don't want to leave."

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Now he had her pinned on her back – on his bed. His green eyes seemed to be searching hers. She had just told him she didn't want to leave.

She pulled his mouth to hers and plunged her tongue inside. It was warm and soft. He swirled his tongue against hers and a warm feeling bloomed again between her thighs.

She bent her leg bracing her foot against the mattress as he lowered his body gently against her. The slit on her dress exposed her bare leg from her lower hip and down. He placed his hand on her calf then slowly, almost torturously kneaded it until he reached the top of her thigh, she was lost in his touch.

With shaky fingers she stroked his arm noting how strong his bulging muscles were. Her nervousness melted away as the throbbing sensation between her legs grew stronger. Her mind went black except for thoughts of him and his touch. There was nothing else she wanted more than to be touched by him.

Everywhere.

His mouth on hers was an endless explosion of tingling that seemed to take her breath away. But it was his hand against her thigh and how it moved that sent the tingles between her legs. Her body arched against his skin and she inhaled his masculine musky scent, brushing her nose against his shoulder.

Casting her nervousness completely aside she reached out brushing her fingertips against his nipples. Damon groaned in her mouth as he ground his hard erection against her. Then his hand moved from her thigh to between her legs. He rubbed his palm over her satin underwear rhythmically, then with deliberate slowness he pulled the fabric back running his finger inside along her opening.

Ella gasped, her breath sticking inside her throat and she arched against him again, her body desperately yearning for him to go deeper.

Her face flushed and her lips sizzled in a sensuous way that made them feel fuller. She bit her lower lip and let out a loud gasp as he inserted two fingers inside of her gliding them in and out.

A deep throaty moan slipped out like a quick crescendo.

Her hips thrust forward and another longer deeper moan escaped as he pushed her over the edge of any self-control, she thought she had.

No more foreplay, she thought.

She reached down inside his pants and began stroking his enormously hard cock. She watched him bite his lip tensing slightly as his mouth moved on to her neck. He planted scorching kisses down her chest covering all her bare exposed skin, all the while never stopping the stroke of his fingers. She was climbing higher and higher into an upward spiral, like a stairway into heaven.