Chastity Flame (22 page)

Monitor had regarded her with a
perplexed sort of dismay. "We cannot change the rules—"

"I know."

"If we were to do so—"

"I know. I just want to see him one
last time. It will be over after that."

There was a nurse to let her in at his
flat. On another day, Chastity would have had a wicked thought of
putting on the uniform herself and surprising him, but she was
feeling too reserved this day.

"He doesn't need or want me," the
nurse complained, "but the doctors want me to be here until he's
completely ambulatory." It turned out that Damien's leg had been
fractured as well. Chastity winced, thinking of how she had carried
him by the leg.

Despite her expectations, Damien was
not to be found in bed, but sitting in the comfy chair in his
sitting room. She couldn't help a wan smile thinking of the last
time they had been in that chair together, although Damien's look
of surprise at her appearance quieted her fond memories. "How are
you feeling?"

"Good," he said, attempting to rise
until both Chastity and the nurse tutted him back down. "I'd feel
even better if I were allowed to get around more."

"You need to recover," Chastity said.
Turning to the nurse, she said, "Do you mind if we have some time
alone?"

"Oh yes, I'm dying for a fag, so
thanks," she said, barely waiting for an acknowledgement before she
had slipped on a cardigan and headed down the stairs.

"You'd think a nurse would know
better," Damien said, looking up at Chastity with a strange mix of
tenderness and sadness in his eyes. "Smoking kills."

"So does our line of work," Chastity
said. "I couldn't have borne it if anything had happened to you. I
just don't know what I would have done."

"I was alright," Damien said, reaching
up with his good hand. Chastity clasped his hand and he pulled her
down to his level so they could kiss. She was afraid to hurt him,
but he kissed her fiercely, savoring every touch, probing her mouth
with eager energy, as if they had been reunited after years instead
of just days.

"You know we can't be together again,"
Chastity said when at last they broke off the embrace. "Monitor
will insist. And it's not safe. Wesenlund knew. He wanted to
torture us, not just you. Though you were the one who had to bear
it all." She ran her hand gently over the cast on his
arm.

"So she let you come to me one last
time? Is that what this is?"

Chastity nodded slowly, not trusting
her voice.

"Then let's make the most of
it."

Chapter Seventeen

"What did you have in mind?" Chastity
asked Damien. He looked to be in so much pain yet. The swelling
around his eye had receded, but the ugly gash across his chin
looked tender around the strips that still held it tightly closed.
That was to say nothing of the cast on his arm and the boot on his
leg, its black metal and foam holding his broken bones immobile.
"You look like you're still in a lot of pain."

Damien tried to shrug. "I've hurt
worse." Chastity lifted one eyebrow at him, but he only grinned.
"Go bolt the door."

"What if she comes back?"

"It's a nice day out. She can amuse
herself."

Chastity shook her head, but did as he
asked. Returning, she looked dubiously at him again. "Again I ask:
just what did you have in mind. That wouldn't hurt you, I
mean."

"We only have to be a little careful.
Nothing too rough," he grinned. "You can be gentle, can't
you?"

"I can try," Chastity said, although
she had her doubts that anything would be gentle enough. "Let's try
kissing for now." She grabbed a pillow and dropped it on the floor
in front of his chair. Kneeling on it, she reached her arms up to
encircle his neck and draw his lips slowly to hers.

The tender press of his flesh onto
hers made the blood rush to her face. Parting her lips, Chastity
darted her tongue into his mouth, tasting his warmth. Damien
retaliated playfully, testing the strength of her tongue, then
sucking on it hungrily. The kisses grew bolder and he tried to pull
Chastity up on his lap, until she leaned against his ribs causing
him to emit a hiss of pain. She drew back at once. "I told you, so.
Now, settle down—we have to be much more careful."

"I don't want to be careful," Damien
growled.

Chastity laughed. "Why does every man
turn back into a boy at the flick of a switch?"

"We're all kids underneath," Damien
said, pulling her back to him insistently. "We get bigger and we
wear grown-up clothes, but we’re still the same people
underneath."

"I like the grown-up parts," Chastity
said, rubbing her fingers on the bulge in his trousers.

"At least there's nothing wrong with
that. Nothing lasting anyway."

Chastity winced. "Sorry to hear it.
Maybe some light massage would help work out the, ah,
kinks."

"I think that would be very nice,"
Damien said, his eyes carrying most of the smile on his face. "I
think I would like that a lot."

"Well, first let's take care of this
shirt. We don't want it in the way," she said, taking her time
unbuttoning the wrinkled cotton. It exposed the bandage wrapped
around his middle, bracing the ribs that had been cracked. Chastity
ran her fingertips across his chest above the wrap, chafing his
nipples with the balls of her thumbs, then leaning forward to take
one in her mouth. Damien sighed.

She reached down to undo his trousers,
sliding the zipper slowly downward and reaching in to massage his
silky boxers before slipping two fingers behind the waistband to
feel the heat generated by his stiffening cock.

"I wonder if you will taste different
after all that medication," Chastity said as she ran her fingertips
along the length of his erection. "Maybe I will have
forgotten."

"It's never bad to have a reminder,"
Damien agreed, sighing and lifting himself obligingly as she
slipped her hand in the back of his boxers to slip them and his
trousers off. They got tangled in the boot, and Damien muttered,
"Just leave it," impatient for the touch of her lips on
him.

Chastity leaned in and captured the
ripe plum in her mouth, savoring the salty flavor, rolling her
tongue around the swollen surface leisurely. With torturing
slowness, she allowed her lips to sink down the length of him,
listening attentively as Damien groaned. She reached up to caress
his balls, feeling his good hand on her back, leaving a toasty
imprint on her skin.

Chastity moved her mouth up and down
his rigid knob, feeling it strain against her ministrations,
twitching with delight as she whirled the tip just behind her
teeth. She released her mouth to move down and nibble the side,
then took him back in her moth deep as she could do. Damien moaned,
head thrown back.

She began to speed her movements,
urging him on to a climax, but he put his hand on her head to stop
her. "I want you," he said, chest heaving with
excitement.

"How do you suggest we do that,"
Chastity asked before running her tongue up the length of him
again. "I don't want to run the risk of hurting you
again."

"Help me up," Damien said. She got up
from her knees and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the chair.
For a moment, they swayed together, wrapped in another kiss as she
felt his erection press into her belly. All at once her hunger was
immense. She couldn't imagine ever walking out that door
again.

Chastity took off all her clothes as
quickly as she could manage, while Damien got his shirt off,
shaking if off the cast. Before they could deal with his trousers,
he had to stop to caress Chastity's breasts. "You have the most
perfect breasts, Twelfty," he purred, weighing one with his good
hand as he moved to suck the other.

If she was wet before, she was doubly
so now. His desire for her drove her wild. Where others were
greedy, eager to have had her, Damien seemed hungry to savor every
inch of her. But how to manage this without hurting him?

"Let's go to the bed," Damien urged.
She helped him across to the bedroom, his trousers dragging behind
him. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Damien started to take
off the boot. Chastity tutted and pushed his hands away, doing it
herself. The Velcro straps came off with a ripping sound. Once the
boot was off, it was easier to get his trousers off, although she
tried to be as gentle as possible.

"I think we should put the boot back
on," Chastity said. When Damien demurred, she insisted, rather than
have him get hurt accidentally. Then she got on the bed with him.
"I think you on top, my dear."

Damien shook his head. "Not yet. I
want to taste you."

"Be careful."

"I'm not going to break," Damien said,
a little bit of crossness creeping into his voice. Chastity let him
do as he liked. He orchestrated things so she leaned against the
headboard, legs splayed before his grinning face, the damaged arm
slung over her thigh as he began to kiss his way up her leg.
Chastity decided to let herself relax and enjoy. She had never been
such a mother hen. You know what that means, her conscience
muttered. Don't think about it, she told herself. Just
enjoy.

It was easy enough to do. Damien's
tongue was eager and strong, slipping between her lips, circling
and playing with her clit while he added to the wet honey flowing
from within her. As he sucked on the hardened bud, Chastity felt
the walls of her womb start to contract and she was coming so
quickly, so hard that it surprised her. Damien thrust two fingers
in her cunt to savor the squeezing joy as she spasmed. She could
feel her nipples harden and caresses her breasts with pleasure,
loving the sensation of this man between her legs. "More," she
whispered down at him.

Damien looked up, a grin and her
wetness spread across his face. Chastity slid down beside him and
gently rolled him on top of her. "Are you sure you want to try
this?" she asked him, getting only an impatient groan in response.
Propelling himself with the good leg, Damien slipped inside her
with excruciating deliberateness, which made her come again, crying
out involuntarily.

"What a greedy girl," Damien said,
tsking at her with mock disapproval. "Just for that, I will take
longer."

"Doesn't bother me, I can keep coming,
you know. I have all day."

Damien swiveled his hips thrusting
into her with short movements. "Do you know how delicious you feel?
Do you know how perfectly we fit together? Do you know how much I
love you?"

Chastity didn't trust herself to
speak, but only nodded at him, sure that her eyes betrayed far
more. Damien kissed her as he continued his short thrusts inside
her, slowly gaining speed.

"You know that I love you," he
whispered in her ear. "Yet you're afraid to tell me you feel the
same. Why is that?" He began to move a little faster, pulling
himself with his good arm as he looked down into her eyes. "You can
take on the world, you can drop a man without a qualm, but you
can't tell me how you feel. I love you. Say it."

"No," Chastity said, gasping. She
could feel another orgasm beginning from her toes and hurried along
by the fierce friction of their bodies.

"Yes, say it," Damien gasped, driving
into her as hard as he could manage, sweat dripping from his brow
and splashing her skin. "Say it, say it, say it, now now now!" he
groaned and shuddered as he came, squeezing every bit of pleasure
from the final thrusts.

"I love you," Chastity whispered, his
last few thrusts setting off a similar eruption in her core, so she
bucked up against him, latching her legs around his and banging
their pelvises together with all her might as the joy pounded
through her veins.

"Yeah," Damien said, as he collapsed
panting on her chest, "I knew that."

"Idiot," she said, running her hands
through his damp hair. Gradually their breathing slowed. Chastity
could feel her skin cooling, but she was reluctant to move, though
Damien's weight was beginning to smother her. Normally he would do
his best to hold himself aloft, but with a bad leg and arm, there
wasn't much he could do. Neither of them wanted to pull apart,
though.

"I think you're going to have to roll
over," Chastity said at last when it got to be too much. They had
lain in silence, nuzzling each other tenderly, and it was difficult
to let him slip out of her and give up the intersection of their
flesh. With a start, Chastity realized they had not used condoms
again—but she didn't care. She experienced such a sense of trust in
Damien, that she could not believe he would have allowed it had
there been any concern for risk on his side.

She looked at his face. Damaged as it
was, it was every bit as captivating as it had been that first day
she saw him in the National Gallery. While there was still some
bruising around his eye and the gash across his chin, he still had
that easy grin and those deep chocolate eyes in which she loved to
swim.

So this is love, Chastity thought.
After a thousand giddy love songs and countless romantic films, it
wasn't the wild abandonment she had expected. Instead it was a
quiet happiness, a warm feeling of certainty and comfort, as if a
home, long-sought, had finally opened its door before
her.