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Chapter Eleven
Damian
Damian knew he should have sent Abby packing because…she was right, he didn’t like unsure and inexperienced. He liked his women experienced and wild, and ready to disappear from his life in the morning. When he’d considered using Abby as a pawn, he hadn’t thought about her being so ... innocent. Now, he wanted to protect her from the cold-hearted hound that he was. But, having her so warm and pliant in his arms, there was no way he could resist. He was just a man. Her arms wound around his neck, pressing her body fully against his, as he devoured her mouth.
“Take me to bed, Damian,” she said against his mouth.
God help him, he nearly embarrassed himself like an over-eager teenager. The soft request was so innocent yet such a turn on.
“Too far …,” he said, reaching for the zipper of her dress. He was going to take her right there in the living room and then maybe if they made it up the stairs later, he’d take her all over his bed in every position possible. He would have pulled away to take a look at her in nothing but her underwear, but she clutched his shirt and kept him in place. She took him by surprise when she deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth to clash with his. Abby released him after a tiny nip on his bottom lip and grinned.
“I’m sorry if that was aggressive but you taste so good.” Her eyes were heavy, cloudy with desire, and her lips swollen and glistening from their vigorous kiss.
He swore his dick hardened more than it ever had in his life. Christ, but Abby kept him on his toes. One moment she was practically begging him to take her home, the next she exuded fragile innocence, and the next she was rocking his world. It was one surprise after the other with her.
“Never apologize for something like that, Querida.”
“My Spanish is severely limited. I can’t remember what that means,” she said. The sound floated around and brushed his skin like tiny caressing fingers.
“Sweetness,” he said, backing her toward the long, dark brown sectional couch. She fell back with a gasp. “My sweet, sweet little redhead. Your mouth is delicious, I bet everything else is, too.” He feasted his eyes on her slender frame, taking in every inch of her smooth, pale skin, clad in nothing but white lace. If not for the provocative design of the barely-there underwear and the come fuck me heels, she would have appeared virginal. Instead, she looked like a naughty angel spread in offering to him.
Damian was shocked to find himself on his knees, trailing kisses up one of her creamy thighs. How quickly Abby brought him to his knees, he thought with faint concern. He didn’t make a habit of going down on the women he had his fun with. For some reason, he refused to leave any part of Abby untouched. He wanted to claim every inch of her like a possessive animal wanting to mark his woman everywhere possible. His woman. No doubt, his lustful haze was making him think crazy. Surely, he’d think with a much clearer head in the morning.
He buried his nose in her warm center and inhaled, eliciting a half moan-half gasp from her. He glanced up to find her watching him with wide eyes and parted lips. Her face was flushed, and her eyes flickered with uncertainty. He knew she wanted to tell him to stop and he sent her a look, daring her to stop him. Abby’s mouth snapped shut, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as he gave a satisfied smirk. Snagging the lace between his teeth, he moved the material down her thighs, revealing her treasure.
“Oh, my God …,” she said. “You did not just remove my panties with your mouth. Holy hell, that is incredibly hot.”
Damian’s satisfied chuckle rumbled in his chest. “And we’re just getting started.” Before she could even think to protest, he ran his tongue over her bare flesh, making her jump. He secured her legs over his shoulder and held her hips in place so he could have his fill of her. With another taste, he closed his eyes. It was just as he’d thought. She was delicious. Sweet, tangy and all woman. Her small gasps and moans drove him wild, and he couldn’t wait to hear them while he was inside of her.
With each stroke of his tongue, Abby seemed to let go of her inhibition. Her fingers moved from clawing at the couch to tugging at his hair while she ground her hips wantonly against his mouth. Her fast explosion took them both by surprise. Abby, breathless, fell back, her limbs limp.
“Incredible,” she said.
“That you are,” he said, kissing his way up her abdomen. “You’re so responsive.” His fingers found her breasts, massaged them, and then pinched her beaded nipples through her thin bra. She gasped and arched her back. The pleasure that flitted across her face was genuine, and the passion darkening her eyes couldn’t be faked. She was exquisite, none of her responses manufactured to please him. He’d caught one or two of his more jaded lovers simply going through the motions just as he did. It had been a long time since he really took pleasure in touching and kissing a woman. Damian removed the material covering her breasts so he could revel in the warmth and texture of her skin.
Her eyes remained on his, her breathing heavy. “I’ve always been self-conscious about my small breasts,” she said, all the while blushing heavily.
“Why would you be?”
“In this superficial world, why wouldn’t I be?”
He froze for a few seconds, his gaze shifting from her chest to her face. He was guilty of being superficial. How many times had he chosen a woman based solely on looks or the shape of her body? He was reminded that before he’d been bewitched by Abby, he would have overlooked a woman of her physique. “I think they’re perfect,” he said. He wouldn’t change a thing about her. He molded the orbs in his palms and bent his head to take a nipple into his mouth.
“Damian.” His name spilled from her lips in a moan…and he growled,
“Call my name just like that when I’m inside of you, Abby.” Her body shuddered in what he knew was anticipation and he sprang to his feet, eager to bury himself inside her warmth. He practically tore the remainder of his clothes off. Eyes on his prize, he all but leaped back to Abby’s side. He swore when at the last minute he remembered protection. Impatiently, he found his wallet and took out the string of condoms he kept on hand.
Abby’s brows shot up when he tore one off.
He shrugged. “I like to be prepared.” Grasping her ankles. He gave a tug and she fell to her back so he could position himself between her thighs. Dipping his head, he grazed her mouth gently until the kiss turned fervent. He couldn’t wait any longer. As his tongue plunged between her lips, he surged forward and buried himself in her folds. Her cry of pleasure resonated as her fingers dug into his biceps. Male satisfaction swept through him when she moaned his name just as he’d requested. It should’ve scared him how at home he felt inside of a woman he barely knew, but he was too busy reveling in the various sensations overtaking him to worry about it. The sharp sting of her fingernails piercing his skin, the warmth and tightness of her sheath clutching him, her soft skin rubbing against his, her breath tickling his ear each time she whispered his name—it all resulted in his arousal mounting to near unbearable proportions. His every sense was being stimulated, even his sight. Her hair had come undone and was spread around her like a fiery halo.
“Beautiful,” he said, surprised by the possessive quality of his voice. Before he could analyze his jumbled emotions, her body’s reactions caught and held his attention. Her muscles tightened around him, drawing out a guttural groan. “What are you doing to me?”
A hint of confusion flickered in her eyes. “I don’t ... what are you doing to me?” It was his turn to be confused by the panic he saw flaring in her eyes…
He couldn’t focus long enough to make an inquiry. Not with her muscles spasming around him, milking him. Abby clutched him tightly, buried her face between his neck and shoulders, muffling her scream as tremors wracked her body. He released a frustrated grunt, disappointed that she hid from him. He wanted to see her face as she came undone.
“Next time, look at me, Abby.”
