The Alpha's Bride

"Do you want to try something new?", Damon asked, and Talia nodded in response as her heart thundered against her chest, threatening to jump out of her ribcage. She was never that nervous.

Without a word, Damon leaped off the bed and dashed into the closet.

Talia swallowed hard at the sight of his V-shaped torso, firm ass, and toned legs. She was not sure where to look first. Unfortunately, he moved swiftly so she didn't have enough time to admire the full view but then… even if he walked in slow motion, it wouldn't be slow enough.

When Damon returned only a few seconds later, Talia's eyes widened at the spectacle his glorious form provided without a single piece of clothing.

The perfect shape of his body was decorated by the shadows of his tight muscles that rippled as he moved. Mouthwatering.

Damon's cocky smirk told Talia that he noticed her staring, yet she couldn't stop her eyes from roaming his body.

Did he flex his muscles?

He was outrageously handsome, and he knew it!

Talia was well aware that there was much more to him, as every inch of him was magnificent, but her eyes gravitated to his erection that stood in attention, tempting her with unheard whispers about pleasures that are yet to come, and she pressed her legs together as a wave of arousal swelled within her.

Damon laid on his side, next to Talia, and his scorching gaze rested on her flushed face for a few seconds before he leaned closer to kiss her lips. The kiss was slow and unhurried.

She wondered why he didn't embrace her.

"What…?" Talia asked when silky fabric pressed on her eyes, bringing with it darkness.

"Shh…", Damon coaxed her, but he didn't pull her hands away, letting her feel the material with the tips of her fingers.

Talia inhaled a shaky breath when she realized that the thing Damon tied around her head to cover her eyes was a necktie.

"You said that you want to try something new. If it's uncomfortable, we don't need to do this.", Damon said while nuzzling her neck with his nose.

He really wanted to bite her there.

"This is fine."

She was apprehensive about the darkness, but Damon's presence came with a sense of safety, and she really wanted to see what he was up to.

Damon took her hand and kissed the inside of her palm.

"When you shut down one sense, others intensify.", Damon murmured. "Keep in mind that we can stop anytime. I hope you trust me enough for this."

Talia nodded obediently. She was nervous like hell, but she trusted him with her life. What's one small blindfold?

Everything they did so far was amazing and she was eager to find out what's next. And he said that they can stop anytime, and she believed him.

Damon was definitely more experienced than Talia, but he didn't want to do with her what he did with other women.

Before Talia, sex for Damon was impersonal, purely physical, mechanical act; he would hook up with a woman for that night and leave without saying thank you… actually, the woman would thank him like he gave her a glimpse of something amazing even though he didn't do anything beyond chasing his release.

Talia was not a hookup. She was not a cheap thrill or a fleeting pleasure. She was his forever, his most important person, and he knew that making her happy will make him happy also.

Damon took a mental note to do some research on ways to pleasure a woman because, for the first time in his life, Damon didn't care if his release will come later. His mission was to make Talia feel good and he wanted her to beg him for more… on her knees… naked… and even then, he would pay attention to what she wanted.

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Damon slowly undid the towel that was around Talia, revealing her body for him to feast upon.

He smirked at the sight of her breasts that rose and fell as she breathed rapidly, and he knew that she craved for his proximity, but he wanted her to wait for it a bit longer.

This was about control.

Damon was aware that Talia desperately tried to control every aspect of her life. She denied herself many things in order to stay safe, yet here she was now, giving him control in pursuit of pleasures.

Knowing that Talia lowered her defenses for him, turned him on beyond belief.

This was much more than just saying 'I love you'.

This was an absolute trust, an irrevocable confirmation that she was his completely, and he vowed silently that he won't make her regret this decision.

Talia jolted when she felt Damon's hot palm on her knee.

"Don't worry, kitten…", Damon murmured close to her ear. "I am right beside you. Or on top of you. Or under you…", he spoke cheekily, and Talia could hear that he was smiling.

His gentle touch urged her to spreads her legs, and the dip in the mattress told her that he moved there.

When everything stilled, Talia imagined that Damon was between her legs, on his knees, observing her.

She was sprawled on the bed, completely exposed for him to see.

How embarrassing.

An intense heat crept up Talia's neck and spread over her face, making her feel like she was going to spontaneously combust.

She fought mightily to hold her arms flat on the bed and not succumb to her urge to cover herself.

What's the point in covering up when he already saw everything? Besides, she was his to see, his to touch, his to love. Only his. And he was hers.

Talia wished to see Damon's expression. Was it passionate? Hungry? Did he like what he saw?

She allowed Damon's emotions to seep into her through their mate bond and she felt arousal, admiration, danger.

Talia's breath hitched. She was like prey, helpless in front of the predator. Her predator. But she was not afraid because she knew this was Damon, and no matter what he was up to, he won't harm her and it will be good because it's with him.

Damon observed Talia's naked form and he was sure that he never saw anything more beautiful than the sight in front of him.

Her damp hair was spread on the pillow around her head, resembling a crown… flushed cheeks, full lips which she was biting slightly because she was nervous. Perfection.

Damon's eyes rested at the base of her neck, and he really wanted to bite her there, and now that Talia knew they are mates, and she consented to wear his mark, Damon would definitely mark her as his if not for the silly condition her wolf set.

He comforted himself with the thought that he will deal with Marcy soon and then there will be no obstacles for him to claim Talia as his and leave his mark on her neck for everyone to see.

Damon swiftly pushed any thoughts related to Marcy away, because no other woman belonged in this situation where Damon and Talia were naked and about to savor each other.

Damon licked his lips when his sight moved lower from her exquisite collarbones. Her two peaks with one hardened bud each were right there, ready for him to suck on. Her narrow waist was perfect for him to hold while thrusting inside her wantonly, and then there was her treasure cove that was only his to explore… and her perfect long legs that were resting around him.

She was made for him, his, and the only thing that could make this better would be if he ties her up to the bed.

His cock lurched at the mental image of Talia's arms and legs spread wide and secured to bedposts, and him devouring her while she screams in ecstasy until she loses her voice.

He wondered if Talia would allow him to do that. Will she like it? He decided not to go there at this time. His timid kitten was opening her mind and body to possibilities, and he didn't want to push her too fast. There was no rush. They had a lifetime.

Damon's sight landed on her neatly trimmed intimate bush. Her pink slit was glistening from moisture, like a mark for the spot where he should go first.

Talia could feel the movement of the mattress as Damon shifted his weight around.

"You are gorgeous…", Damon said, and Talia jolted when his hand landed on her knee.

Damon's hot palm glided over her skin, toward the cradle of her thighs, squeezing occasionally, and he enjoyed her soft moans and sighs.

The tips of Damon's fingers brushed against her flower before he spread her folds to inspect them visually and he leaned closer to take a deep breath that filled his system with the scent of her arousal. Every part of her was inviting.

Talia's body shivered as she anticipated what he will do next.

Talia could feel his fingers moving around her clit, igniting sparks that danced over her skin, and she really wanted him to touch her there because what he was doing was torturous.

The pleasure was right there, but not enough, almost there… almost.

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