FORBIDDEN VELVET VOWS

Marry me lyra

lyra's point of view

His strong arm wrapped around my waist instantly before I could pull away. His body felt warm beneath mine. Solid. Dangerously comforting. The scent of whiskey mixed with his cologne wrapped around me like a drug.

“Just stay still for one minute,” Damian murmured against my hair, his voice low and rough, laced with alcohol and something much deeper.

“Let me go, Damian.”

“No.” His grip tightened just enough to make my heart race. “Not tonight.”

“You’re drunk,” I whispered, trying to sound firm even as my body melted against his chest.

“And you’re beautiful,” he replied immediately, without hesitation. “Clearly we both have problems tonight.”

Despite myself, a small smile tugged at my lips. Before I could protest further, Damian stood up gently, carrying me as if I weighed nothing. His arms were strong and steady despite the alcohol in his system.

“Wh… what are you doing?” I whispered, my eyes locked with his. Oh God, this man was dangerously hot. The intensity in his gaze made heat flush through my stomach. I lowered my eyes instantly, embarrassed by how affected I was.

“Giving you an unforgettable night,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, sending electric shivers racing down my spine.

He carried me slowly across the suite toward the luxurious marble bathroom. The rain shower came on with a soft hiss as he stepped into the large, deep tub with me still in his arms. Warm water cascaded over us like a tropical waterfall, soaking through our clothes instantly. The fabric clung to every curve of my body and every hard line of his.

“Are you crazy?” I whispered softly, even though deep down I was dying to feel him closer.

“Yes, Lyra… crazy for you.”

He set me down gently on my feet inside the tub. The warm water came up to our waists. Damian reached for a fancy bottle of liquid soap on the side of the tub. He pressed it and poured a generous amount into the running water. White bubbles quickly started forming. They grew bigger and bigger, filling the tub around us with soft, fluffy foam.

I chuckled softly at the sight. “You really are something else.”

Damian smiled, his green eyes warm and full of want. He knelt in the bubbly water in front of me. Without saying a word, he gently lifted one of my legs and rested it on the edge of the tub. He started kissing my leg very slowly. His lips moved from my ankle, up my calf, then to my knee. The warm water and bubbles made everything feel slippery and sensual.

He never looked away from my eyes. Not even once.

When he reached my foot, he held it carefully and kissed my toes one by one. Then he took my big toe into his mouth and sucked it softly, gently. The feeling was so intimate that I shivered. His hungry green eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time, dark with desire.

“Damian…” I whispered, breathing faster.

I could not control myself anymore. My hand slid down slowly over my wet stomach and into my soaked panties. I pushed two fingers inside my aching p***y and started moving them gently. A soft moan left my lips.

Damian’s eyes grew even darker. “Do it,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of need. “Touch that pretty p***y for me, Lyra. Let me watch you.”

His words made me feel hotter. I moved my fingers a little faster, sliding them in and out while he watched. The bubbles moved around us as the warm water continued falling from the shower.

He stood up slowly, still in the tub, and moved behind me. His strong chest pressed against my back. He kissed my ear gently, then whispered dirty words that made my knees weak.

“You look so f*****g sexy like this,” he breathed against my ear. “Fingering your wet little p***y right in front of me. Such a naughty girl.”

I moaned louder. My fingers kept moving. Damian’s hands came around me. One hand cupped my breast and started playing with my hard n****e. He pinched it gently, then rolled it between his fingers very slowly.

He kissed my neck, then my ear again. “That’s it, baby. f**k yourself with your fingers while I watch. I want to see how wet you can get for me.”

His other hand slid down and joined mine. He did not push my fingers away. Instead, he rubbed my swollen c**t in slow, teasing circles while I kept sliding my fingers in and out. The pleasure was building so slowly it almost hurt.

I reached behind me with my free hand and stroked his hard c**k through his wet trousers. He was so thick and throbbing. I squeezed him gently, feeling him pulse against my palm.

“f**k, Lyra,” he groaned. “Your hand feels so good. Keep touching me like that.”

He turned me around to face him. The water and bubbles moved between our bodies. He lowered his head and took one of my hard n*****s into his mouth. He sucked it very, very slowly. His tongue moved in lazy circles around it, teasing me. He pulled back a little, then sucked again, even slower this time.

I moaned loudly and pushed my chest toward his mouth. He moved to the other n****e and gave it the same slow, careful attention. Sucking gently, licking softly, taking his time like he wanted to memorize the taste of me.

“These pretty t**s are mine tonight,” he whispered against my skin. “So soft. So sensitive. I could suck them for hours.”

His dirty words made me wetter. I fingered myself faster while he continued sucking my n*****s. The warm water kept falling. The bubbles floated around our bodies, making everything feel dreamy and naughty at the same time.

Damian kissed my lips again. This time the kiss was deeper. His tongue played with mine slowly, tasting me. He pulled back, then kissed me again, sucking on my lower lip gently.

“You taste so good,” he whispered. “I want to taste every part of you.”

He kissed my ear once more, then moved down to my neck. He sucked lightly on my skin, leaving soft marks. One of his hands stayed on my breast, playing with my n****e, while the other rubbed my c**t in slow, perfect circles.

I was breathing hard now. My legs felt weak. I kept touching myself while he watched with those hungry green eyes.

“Tell me how it feels,” he said softly, his voice dark. “Tell me how wet your p***y is right now.”

“So wet,” I moaned. “I’m dripping, Damian.”

He groaned and sucked my n****e harder for a moment, then went back to slow, gentle teasing. The contrast drove me crazy. Every touch was careful, patient, and full of desire.

The bubbles moved around us while the warm water continued falling.

He stood up slowly and unbuttoned his shorts. The wet fabric opened, and his hard c**k sprang out, thick and heavy. The sight made me gasp. He was huge. So huge. I stared at it, my mouth slightly open.

I gently held onto his c**k with one hand. It was hot, thick, and throbbing in my palm. Damian moaned deeply, his eyes closing for a second.

“More… touch me more, Lyra,” he begged, his voice hoarse.

I smiled softly and started stroking him slowly while still fingering myself. Then I leaned forward and kissed him from his lips, down his neck, to his chest, and lower to his stomach. My lips moved slowly over his wet skin as the bubbles and water flowed around us.

In the heat of the moment, he held my shoulder softly. I paused, wondering if I had done something wrong. But he gently brought my face up to his and gave me a very soft, tender kiss.

“Lyra…” he whispered against my lips, his forehead pressed against mine. Water streamed down both our faces. His eyes were glassy, emotional, and suddenly teary.

“Marry me, Lyra… Please… be my wife.”