Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress

Chapter 435: Naughty, naughty Kitten

[ I listened to High by Dua Lipa while writing this. ]

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The master bedroom in Damien's penthouse had floor-to-ceiling glass windows covering two of the three walls that had coastal views. Opposite the bed was a lit digital fireplaceit was the only light apart from the natural night skylight that illuminated the massive bedroom.

Damien cupped Katherine's chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting it up and meeting her watery eyes. He regretted what he did earlier. But after clearing the matter with her, he was now feeling more settled. If she was to ask him, she didn't need to prove it anymore. What he told her a few nights ago was out of whim due to his insecurities. He got scared and was taken aback by her sudden change.

He had some time to think about where they were in their relationship. And all this time he had always put Katherine first and he planned to continue to do so. He was convinced to continue loving her even if it meant it was only him fighting for them. But it all changed. Despite being disappointed at what happened recently, he could see that she was only doing what she could for his mother, with him in her mind.

It was dangerous and risky and a pain in his ass. But despite it all, he didn't fail to see that she did that for Amelia, and she did it for him too. That morning before she came out of the kitchen, Damien had a short conversation with his mother. She told him that she remembered everything that she and Katherine talked about the night before. And the way she retold her the words that Katherine said about him caused his heart to throb.

"If you are hurting while you are with him, why stay? Why not leave?" Amelia asked.

Katherine's flushed cheeks and almost droopy eyes were accompanied by a small smile before she answered, "Because I love him. My pain in here," she pointed at her chest, "isn't because of him. It's because of me. Damien is the only one I can see myself growing old with. It hurts when I'm not with him and it still hurts even when I'm with him. The only difference is that it hurts less when I'm with him. And I know now that it's gradually going away. I can feel it. Hey, Amelia Do you know that love never runs out?"

"What do you mean?"

"That 'To infinity and beyond' is a real thing. He saw all of my darkness, yet he chose to stay. He loves me And I want to be his 'infinity and beyond'... Because I don't want to be his happy ending I want us to not ever end at all. So I will make sure of it I will because my love for him will never run out."

Damien wished that he heard that personally from her. He never doubted her love, but he did question whether she would stay. Now he wouldn't ask her that anymore. But he was still looking forward to whatever she planned to do.

He lowered his gaze on her waiting lips. Slightly tilting his head to the side, he ducked and captured her lips with his. He could feel that she was still a bit hesitantprobably because of what just happened. Wanting to brush away her reservation, he deepened the kiss, pulling her impossibly closer. His tongue dipped past her lips and stroked the roof of her mouth, grazing her tongue as he did and she moaned.

Katherine kissed him back, returning the same intensity that he was giving her. His arms went around her waist and he slowly brought her back to the bed. As they reached the chaise lounge at the foot of the bed, he swiftly peeled off her dress once again. However, before he could lay her down on the sheets, she broke the kiss and looked up at him. "What is it?" he wondered.

"You interrupted me earlier. I wasn't finished," she said.

Realizing what she meant, Damien's jaw ticked. "You don't have to."

"But I want to. You always please me. I want to be able to do the same for you." She trailed her hands from his chest down to the waistband of his unbuttoned pants.

Who was he kidding? It was one of his fantasies. 

When he didn't answer, Katherine started to pull down his pants along with his boxer brief. He caught her wrist and she paused. "I don't want you on your knees."

There was a slight crease between her brows, confused why he wouldn't let heruntil he held her shoulders and pushed her down to sit on the chaise. Katherine watched as he stripped his pants and brief in front of her. His erection was just as angry as before; the crown where her mouth was earlier was weeping. He didn't want her on her knees but that didn't mean he didn't want her to take him in her mouth.

Damien stroked his length oncetwiceand then he closed the distance between the swollen head and her lips. Without breaking their eye contact, Katherine wrapped her fingers around his incredibly erect rod, stuck her tongue out, and licked. He groaned at the feel of her wet tongue caressing the tip of his head that was coated with his pre-cum. 'Naughty, naughty, Kitten.'

He ran his fingers through her silky brown hair, and he cursed just as she enclosed her mouth and went deeper without warning. Fck. He was so deep into her, he was amazed at how much she could take. He filled her mouth completely, and then he started sliding his thickness in and out of her. 

"Ahh" His eyes closed as she slowly pulled away, her tongue swirling around his length as she did, and released him with a pop. She did all that all while keeping her eyes on him. "That was so good," he breathed, his eyes laced with lust when he looked down at her.

As soon as he saw her part her lips for him again, he slid himself back into her, letting out a low growl as she started lapping up his very hard shaft so fcking deliciously like he was her last meal. This was so much better than his fantasy of her. 

Damien hissed and was about to go crazy when she all but moanedthe long, low sound vibrating around the head of his cock. "Oh, fck." He unknowingly tugged her hair and then pumped some more, his eyes darkening and his heartbeat increasing by the second as he assaulted her mouth. 

It was as if his whole body was numb and on fire, feeling both helpless yet also completely in control with his orgasm that was teasing its peak. The intense feeling crept up from every corner of his body, desperate to be released. "Stop, Kitten, or I'll come."

He reluctantly pulled out of her and she gently wiped her mouth with her fingers, "I don't mind, Damien. You can"

"No. Not yet. It's my turn."

Katherine watched as Damien walked to his nightstand's drawer to retrieve something and when he came back, he handed her a black sleeping mask. "Put this on," he ordered in his gruff voice.

"What? Why?" she asked as she held the silk, luxury mask in her hand.

With a sexy smirk on his handsome face, he pressed a kiss on her lips and said, "You'll see."