Making Love To Death (One Night With Death) (10 page)

“
I was standing out there thinking...of asking you
to marry me. Emma Davis, will you be my wife?”

She stared at him, reeling from his words. He gazed up
at her, looking anxious, hopeful, happy, excited and shy all at the
same time.

“
I know this is sudden but...”

“
Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, Damien,
yes.”

It took him a moment to process her answer. Jumping up,
he grabbed her and gave her a big hug. He slipped the sparkling
diamond ring on her finger and it fit perfectly. He leaned in, but
just before his lips touched hers, he jerked back and planted a kiss
on her forehead instead. Emma leaned against him, still stunned but
his joy was infectious. He lifted her up and twirled her around the
living room. “I love you, Emma,” he declared.

When he put her down, she pulled him to her and tilted
her face up. “Kiss me,” she said. “On the lips.”

Damien ran his thumb over her lips and down her jaw.
Heat flared behind his eyes as he let out a ragged breath. “I
want to, Emma. The only woman I want is you. I want to kiss the
bride. I want to kiss my bride. I will kiss you...on our wedding
night,” he whispered. “And then...”

He held her waist tightly and lowered his head to her
shoulder, breathing her in deeply. His hot breath trailed down her
neck and sent a scorching, shuddering heat down her body.

“
My dear, sweet Emma, I miss you and I love you,
so much,” he murmured.

“
Miss me? But you've been just outside my door,”
she teased.

“
Yes, I have. For a long, long time,” he
said softly.

Emma started and took a long, steadying breath.
Quietly, she closed her eyes to feel his heart beating strongly
against her palm. She listened to the familiar beat and breathing of
the man and began to tremble in his arms. It was the same powerful
rhythm that she had felt throbbing against her own heart as her
virgin body yielded to a beautiful, sexy stranger so many years ago
and accepted him deep into her body and her soul.

I will kiss you...on our wedding night. And then...

She looked up at Damien with a sudden glint in her eye.
She would hold him to his promise. And then...she would strip him,
of his clothes, of his restraint, of his secrets and see him as he
truly was.

I know you, Damien Blake. I know who you are
.

“
...and they lived happily ever after.”
Damien read the last line and closed the book softly. Emma watched
him tiptoe to Luc and tuck his arm under his blanket. He smiled down
at the sleeping boy and walked over to slip his arm around Emma's
waist.

“
He's exhausted,” Emma told him. “He's
been such a good boy today.”

“
He was a great ring bearer,” Damien said,
kissing her hair. “You look beautiful. My beautiful bride.”

Emma blushed. She was still in her short, white wedding
dress. The solemnization ceremony was a very cozy, private affair at
a beautiful, quiet beach. Her old neighbors, Isabella and her
daughter Tammy, who used to babysit Luc were present, together with
her secretary, Suzie and her fiance. Damien had the head of his
security team and two of his most trusted bodyguards present. They
had exchanged their wedding vows against a stunning sunset, and had
proceeded to a sumptuous dinner at the resort. Damien had a world
renown chef flown in for the event, and the food was exquisite.

After dinner, there had been some dancing and singing,
and the guests had retired to their rooms a little tipsy and a lot
rowdy. Damien led Emma and Luc to their lavish suite that overlooked
the sea. Luc had an adjoining room and there was a whole spread of
presents on his bed. “Oh, you'll spoil him!” Emma had
remarked, but she was smiling as Luc squealed and shouted as he
unwrapped his presents.

“
Is it my birthday?”

“
No it's not your birthday,” Damien told
him.

“
This must be a special day then.”

“
It is a very special day. Your mummy and I got
married.”

“
You should get married every day!” Luc
exclaimed. “This is awesome!”

“
You know, I agree with our son,” Damien
turned to Emma. “We should get married every day.”

She punched him on the arm and he put his arm around her
shoulders and hugged her to him.

“
All right, buddy, time to take your bath and go
to bed. You've had a long day,” Emma told him.

“
But I want to play!” Luc protested.

“
You can play tomorrow. Come on,” she
insisted.

“
Aw, Mummy,” he whined, but he put down his
new robot and clambered off the bed.

After Emma tucked him in, Damien pulled up a chair and
read him a bedtime story. He was fast asleep halfway through the
story, but Damien continued reading in a low voice right to the end.
After both of them had kissed the sleeping boy goodnight, Damien
pulled the door to the adjoining room shut behind him and slowly
danced Emma towards the king-sized bed in the middle of their room.

“
Now to get you into bed,” he muttered as he
kissed her eyelids, her cheek, her neck.

Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed against
him as they moved in a slow, sensuous dance across the room. He had
taken off his jacket and his bow tie, and she ran her fingers down
his open collar to undo the next button. Her fingers began to fumble
impatiently down his shirt, as she worked to get the shirt off his
back and feel his bare skin against her. She pushed aside the two
halves of his shirt and reveled in the sight of her husband's toned,
hard body. Damien took her face in both his hands and tilted it up.

“
You are so beautiful, Emma,” he whispered.
“And you are mine.”

He crushed his lips to hers, and she gasped and tried to
kiss him back but this was no soft, slow kiss. She could only
surrender to his lips as he kissed her brutally, devouring and
claiming her mouth. His tongue invaded and explored her, taking and
tasting her fully. Her entire body felt limp in his arms as he
arched her back and kissed her senseless. He finally released her
and she surfaced for air, blinking up at him almost deliriously.

Damien's hands roamed up and down her body, feeling the
curve of her waist and breasts. He tugged at her zip at the back of
her short, lacy, off shoulder white dress and released her body from
her wedding dress. She stood before him in her white strapless bra
and panties. Emma moved to unclasp her bra, but Damien caught her
hands.

“
That is my job,” he growled. The predatory
gleam in his eye sent a shiver of arousal coursing down her body.
She could feel her white, lacy panties getting soaked from the juices
trickling between her thighs.

Bending his head, Damien tugged the cup of her bra down
with his teeth and attacked her nipple. Emma gave a cry as he bit
and sucked hard on her nipple, before flicking his tongue over it.
He moved to the other breast and pushed the cup down. He suckled
hard on her nipple while his hand played with her other breast,
squeezing it gently and thumbing her nipple. Emma quivered and
moaned. She raked her fingers through his dark, brown hair, pressing
his head to her breast, urging him to take more. She was growing so
wet, her pussy aching and throbbing with pent up desire.

Damien had not touched her since his proposal two weeks
ago. He said he wanted their wedding night to be really special.
She didn't know how he could stand it. She could feel his cock lurch
and become painfully erect whenever she pressed or leaned against
him.

He had taken two weeks to plan this beautiful, beach
wedding, and it had been perfect. Emma looked down at her handsome
husband devouring her nipple with his eyes closed, his long dark
lashes fluttering against her skin. His hand moved to her back and
unclasped her bra, leaving her only in her white panties. His hands
trailed down her body reverently, and rested on her thighs. Gently,
he eased her thighs apart as he knelt before her and pushed his
tongue against her clit. Emma squirmed and closed her eyes, feeling
him tease her through the fabric of her panties. He continued
nipping and licking her without removing the restrictive garment
until Emma was almost insane with desire. A groan escaped her
throat and mercifully, he pulled her panties down her legs and kissed
her pussy.

She trembled as he kissed and sucked on her hard,
throbbing clit. “Oh Damien...”

She wanted his cock, needed his cock right now. Damien
stood up and pushed his pants down his long legs, and Emma's eyes
widened with lust at his raging erection. Molten desire was oozing
from his pores, and a large drop of it was quivering at the tip of
his cock. Emma knelt and licked it hungrily, tasting him on her
lips.

But before she could take his cock into her mouth,
Damien lifted her up and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her
back with a shriek.

“
Come here,” she commanded.

He smirked and crawled towards her, his tall, lean frame
looming over her. “Spread your legs,” he growled.
“Wide.”

Emma obeyed, and he lifted her hips and licked her
sweet, wet sex thoroughly. His tongue thrust inside her slit and
swirled around her pussy, before he sucked and drank in her juices.
When his lips settled on her clit, he pushed a finger inside her and
curled it, stroking the roof of her vagina, stimulating her G-spot.
Emma started writhing and panting, her juices leaking out of her
pussy. Damien continued rubbing her most sensitive spot, as his
tongue played with her engorged clit. Emma bucked violently, the
sheets bunching in her fists as she drowned under a pounding wave of
pleasure.

When she opened her eyes, Damien was slowly kissing his
way up her body, from her crotch to her navel and up her chest,
between the valley of her breasts. He reached her lips and the taste
of her own juices on his lips aroused her even more. His cock was
pressing up against her, pushing against her pussy lips. Emma
wrapped her legs tightly around him, pulling him to her.

“
Fuck me,” she panted. “Now.”

Damien gazed deeply into her eyes, and very slowly and
achingly, pushed into her. Their eyes remained locked as he
penetrated her inch by delicious inch. Once he was buried up to the
hilt in her, his forehead fell forward to touch hers as he let out a
strangled sound. His eyes closed and his breathing was harsh and
ragged. Emma lay beneath him, feeling him fully inside her, and her
vagina walls started to pulse down the length of his cock.

“
Emma,” he whispered and opened his eyes.

“
Your eyes...” She sucked in a sharp
breath.

She stared up at him to see the blue recede and fade
completely from his eyes. His eyes became full black, like the
darkest night and the deepest abyss. He held her gaze unwaveringly
as he began to move in her. He slid his cock smoothly in and out of
her body, relishing the feel of her tight, wet pussy clenching around
him. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose and
stroked her hair, his muscular arms framing her face.

“
Emma,” he said softly as he made love to
her. “Do you know who I am?”

She looked at him for a long while before she nodded.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”

His brows furrowed slightly.

Holding his face in both her hands, she said softly,
“You have branded yourself into my skin, my lips, my
fingertips, seared your image and your memory into my eyes and my
mind forever. Is that bliss, or is it torture? It is torture...the
most excruciating, exquisite torture.”

His breath caught as she repeated his words back to him,
the words that he had uttered to her the first night he came to her.
He had said those heartbreaking words to her as he left, thinking
that he would not return to see her or touch her again.

Death had taken her and left her that night.

Damien stilled, not moving, not blinking, not breathing.

“
Damien.” Emma searched his face worriedly.
“Darling, are you all right?”

“
Y-yes,” he croaked. “I didn't think
you knew...I never thought you'd want me...”

“
Not want you?” Her eyelids snapped up and
her voice rose a pitch. “That night, you took my virginity and
my heart. I have never loved any man since...” She swallowed
hard and looked away. “Why didn't you come back?”

“
Emma, I never left. I couldn't,” he said
in a broken voice.

“
Death,” she whispered. “Is that your
name? Tell me what happened to you. How did you end up in here, in
Damien Blake's body? Where is he?” She began to move her
hips, rocking gently against him. He jerked and tensed, as if
fighting the irresistible pleasure. Emma stopped moving, to let him
regain control of himself. She didn't want to push him. He looked
into her eyes, and she felt his cock stir inside her.

He moved slowly, pushing himself in and out of her very
softly and deliberately as he started to speak, “Death was a
title, an office. It became my name since I've been doing the job
for so long. If I had a name, I've long forgotten it. I was once
human, but that was so long ago. After I took my own life, I was
burdened with the task of taking other lives, sever the cords that
bind them to their mortal existence. I did it without question,
without deliberation, without emotion. Until I met you. That
night...changed everything.”