She grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the black exit of the longue. "Come on before Lena comes looking for me."
Damien followed close, hood up and heart slamming. They slipped through a service corridor, past humming vending machines and stacks of crates. Raven moved fast, like she'd done this before or maybe she had.
They reached the underground parking garage and a black SUV waited with tinted windows. Raven opened the back door and shoved him inside. She got in too and the door shut closed behind her.
"Drive," she told the driver. "Obsidian Haven... No stops."
The driver didn't ask questions and the car peeled out. Inside the SUV it was dark. Just the city lights flashing across their faces. Raven sat close with her thigh pressed on his thigh. Neither spoke for the first few minutes and the silence felt thicker and heavy.
Damien broke it first. "Are you sure about this?"
Raven turned her head. "Are you?"
He reached over and brushed a strand of raven black hair with violet streaks off his cheek. "I've been sure since the second I saw you on that stage."
She caught his hand and held it there against her face. "Then stop asking stupid questions."
The car turned onto Wilshire Boulevard. Paparazzi were already camped outside her building with flashes popping like gunfire. The driver cursed under his breath.
"Don't worry, there's a service entrance." Raven said. "Around the back."
The SUV swung into the alley and they both came out. She quickly sighted the metal door and she swiped a black key card and the door clicked open.
They ran up a narrow stairwell with Damien behind her, watching the sway of her hips in those tight black leggings she'd changed into. Every step made his blood pound harder.
At the penthouse level, she swiped again and the private elevator doors slid open.
Inside, the space was pure Obsidian Haven with the floor made of black marble and the walls were deep violet accent walls. The floor to ceiling windows show the glittering LA Skyline and everything screamed money and mystery.
Raven kicked the door shut behind them and the second it clicked locked, she turned and Damien was already moving.
He backed her against the nearest wall, hands on her waist. His mouth crashed down on hers and she tasted like vodka soda and stage adrenaline. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she kissed him back like she was starving
He broke away long enough to drag his lips down her throat. She tilted her head back, giving him room. He kissed the spot right under her jaw, then lower to her collarbone and she gasped.
"Damien..."
He pulled the straps of her black top down her arms and the fabric slid to her waist. Her breasts spilled free, full, perfect, with swollen pink nipples already hard. He groaned against her skin.
"Fuck Raven."
He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. She moaned louder. "Unnnhhhggg..."
His tongue flicked over the tight peak while his hand cupped the other breast, thumb running circles. She arched into him, with her small waist pressing forward, and her hips rolling like she couldn't help it.
He dropped to his knees.
Her hands flew to his hair. "What are you–"
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down with her black lace thong in one rough pull. She stepped out, legs shaking.
Damien looked up at her and Raven Voss, global superstar naked from the waist down, with her chest heaving, and her violet streaked hair all wild, and her eyes glassy with want.
He spread her thighs with his hands. "Open for me."
She did without hesitation and he leaned in and kissed the inside of the thigh first and softly teasing. Then, he went higher and her pussy was already glistening, pink and swollen and begging. He dragged his tongue along her slit in one long, slow lick.
Raven's keens buckled. "Oh god..."
He caught her hips to hold her up and then he buried his face between her legs.
He licked her clit in firm circles and sucked it gently. Then harder and she moaned louder.–"Unnnhhhggg... yes... fuck..."–hips grinding against his mouth. He slid two fingers inside her tight, wet, and dripping clit and she clenched around him instantly.
"Damien–please–"
He pumped his fingers slow at first, curling them up to hit that spot that made her cry out. His tongue never stopped on her clit, flicking and sucking them and lapping up every drop of her.
She was dripping down his chin, soaking his hand and her thighs trembled.
He pulled back just long enough to look up at her. "You taste so fucking good."
Raven's hands tightened on his hair. "Don't you dare stop."
He drove back in, with his fingers thrusting faster and his tongue relentless. She rode his face, with her small tiny waist twisting, and her breast bouncing with every roll of her hips.
"Unnnhhhggg... I'm gonna–fuck–I'm gonna come–"
He sucked her clit hard at the same time he curled his fingers deep and she shattered.
Her whole body locked up and a long, broken moan tore out her–"Unnnhhhggg...oghhh...anhhh... Damien!"–pussy pulsing around his fingers, gushing wet heat over his hand and mouth. She shook so hard he had to grip her thighs to keep her upright.
When the spasms finally slowed, he stood and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
She grabbed his belt with her shaking hands. "Your turn."
She shoved his jacket off and ripped his shirt open with buttons popping. Her nails raked down his chest and she dropped to her knees.
Damien groaned when she freed his hard thick cock which was already licking at the tip.
Raven looked up at him with those smoky violet eyes and then she took him in her mouth and deep enough that she felt how wet and hot his cock was.
He hissed through his teeth. "Fuck, baby..."
She sucked him down until her lips touched his base and hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head. One hand wrapped around what she couldn't fit, stroking in time with her mouth. The other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently.
Damien's head fell back. "Raven–shit–"
She moaned around his cock and the vibration made his hips jerk. She took him deeper, gagged a little and didn't stop.
He tangled her fingers in when raven- purple hair. "You're gonna make me come too fast like that."
She pulled off with a wet pop and her lips were shiny. "Good. I want to taste you too."
She went back down, faster and sloppier. Her hands pumping the base and her tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled up.
Damien's thighs tensed. "Raven–fuck–I'm close–"
She sucked harder instead and he came with a rough groan. His cock pulse and hot spurts hit the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop and kept sucking until he was shaking and oversensitive.
When she finally pulled off, she licked her lips slow and looked up at him like she'd just won something.
Damien hauled her to her feet, kissed her messy and tasted himself on her tongue. He lifted her onto the black marble kitchen island and spread her legs wide. His cock was already hardening again.
"Condom?" she asked, voice wrecked.
"My wallet." He grabbed it from his discarded pants and rolled it on fast.
Raven wrapped her legs around his waist. "Now."
He lined up and pushed it slowly at first and her pussy was still dripping from before and he felt it. Her hot tight perfect pussy.
She moaned long and low. "Annhhh... unnnhhhggg...so full..."
He bottomed out and held a second to let her adjust and he started moving.
He thrust slowly at first, deep letting her feel every inch and her nails dug into his back.
"Harder." She begged.
And he gave it to her fast and harder with skin slapping skin. The island shook under them and her breasts bounced with every thrust. He saw her tight pink nipples and leaned down to suck one into his mouth while he fucked her.
Raven's head fell back. "Yes– yes–fuck–Damien–"
He angled his hips and hit that spot inside her over and over.
She clenched around him. "I'm gonna come again-don't stop–"
And he didn't.
He fucked her through it hard and relentless and her pussy fluttered and squeezed him tight. She screamed his name–"Damien!"–and came hard, soaking his cock, with her thighs shaking.
He followed right after and groaned low against her neck. His cock pulsing inside her as he filled the condom.
They stayed like that, breathing hard, sweating and shaking.
His hands were already under her black dress when his phone lit up on the counter–Victor Hale: "Where the hell are you? Serena is waiting." One wrong move and everything would burn.