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“I love it when you cry, Sophia,” Damon murmured as he tugged my head back by my hair and licked the wetness along my cheeks. “You are so fucking beautiful. And all mine.”

“I hate you.”

He chuckled. His green eyes were a mix of lust and mischief.

“Do you?”

Evil bastard.

“No.”

“That’s what I thought. Three more to go, then you get my cock.”

I sobbed, “You’re going to kill me.”

“I’m loving you. Nothing more.”

“Asshole.”

“There she is. I was wondering when the brat would appear.” He covered my lips, seducing me with his taste.

I loved how he engulfed my senses as if he were a storm cascading over me.

He broke the kiss with a curse, “Fuck. It’s so easy to lose myself in you.”

His unsteady breath and the flush on his face should have given me satisfaction, but it only heightened the pulsating desire rolling around inside me.

Knowing I had the power to affect him in this way comforted me as well as intoxicated me.

“We begin again.” He took hold of the crop, bringing me to the cusp of orgasm.

However, this time, he kept me on edge, ready to tumble, wanting nothing more than to unknot the coil holding tight in my core.

“Damon, what are you doing to me?” I panted in unsteady breaths.

“You’ll figure it out soon enough.” His hands gripped my thighs, wedging his shoulder in a way I was spread open for him.

His tongue speared my pussy, pushing in deep.

My body reacted, flying over the cliff he’d pushed me toward with the crop. He kept thrusting in and out, eating at me. Then he fluttered over my clit, lashing it with wicked strokes.

I whimpered and bucked, unable to come down from the high.

He sucked my sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing on it, laving it.

Out of nowhere, I climaxed again. My pussy quivered and wept all over Damon’s feasting mouth.

When he moved away, all I could do was sag in my restraints. My body was no longer mine.

“Ready to call it quits.”

“Never. You promised me your cock.”

“I did.” A humming sound reached my ears.

In the next second, something cool and wet touched me. I thrashed and jerked against my bonds. I couldn’t think. I wasn’t sure what I felt.

It was too much—too much stimulation.

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