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“What are you doing?” I screech.
One brow rises. “Going to sleep.”
Pure panic fills my chest, and I squeak, “In here?”
“Yes.” He drags out the syllable. “As per our agreement.”
“But…we don’t actually have to do that. No one is going to know you didn’t sleep with me.” I immediately regret my choice of words. If he caught it, he doesn’t let on.
“I’ll know.” He pushes his pants down his legs, revealing gray boxer briefs.
What could I possibly have done in a past life to deserve this? “You’re not getting in here like that…where are your pajamas?”
“I don’t have any. I never wear them.”
“Never?” I squeak.
He pulls back the covers and gets in behind me. The double-size bed makes it impossible to leave any space, and his breath fans over the back of my neck. “Never. It’s entirely too hot.”
A shudder runs through me, and I can only pray he doesn’t see it. Every inhale is a struggle. He shifts, his chest grazing my back. I try to muffle my whimper into my pillow as heat floods my core, and my clit throbs, begging to be touched.
Traitor.
He shifts again, this time his hand landing on my hip.
“What are you doing?” My voice comes out breathy.
“Your bed’s tiny. There’s no room.”
“Wouldn’t…wouldn’t you be more comfortable sleeping somewhere else until we can get a bigger bed?” I fight not to stutter.
His grip tightens on my hip and tugs me closer. “No. This is perfect.”
My back arches against my will, my body completely ignoring my brain. When I don’t pull away like I should, he slides his hand down the curve of my hip, and his fingers brush the inside of my thigh, millimeters from where I need him most.
A moan escapes my lips, and he takes it as permission to move further. He doesn’t turn his hand to meet my core, instead driving me crazy with the barely there caress of the back of his knuckles against my clit.
“You think you’re in control, but your body is mine.” His lips meet the back of my neck in a kiss so soft it feels imagined. “Beg for it and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I’ve stopped breathing altogether, willing him to grasp me where I need him but refusing to beg. I rub my thighs together, bringing his fingers closer so they press firmer against me. I moan when it’s not enough to soothe the aching in my core.
“See how much your pussy wants me. How much she needs me.” Cool metal slides over my wrist. I’m too lost to him to question what it is.
“Yes.” My hips shift, and my ass grinds against his hard cock.
He growls, a pained, primal sound. His hands tighten on my hips almost bruisingly, and the air shifts as whatever’s been holding him back cracks around us.
Pleasure rocks through me as he thrusts his cock against my ass, the sensation mixed with the barely there touch of his hand has my mind blanking as my clit throbs for his attention.
A low groan rips from his chest, and he pulls back, breaking all contact with me.
I whimper, and my body shakes with the loss. Damon chuckles, but it’s a dark, warning sound. He rests his chin on my shoulder, his evening stubble scraping the side of my face. Heat flashes through me as he runs a single finger along my slit, and my body shakes with need.
“That wasn’t very nice. You almost made me lose control,” he rasps against my ear.
I shiver, even though I’m anything but cold, as I try to process what’s happening through the spell he’s put me under.
“You will crawl to me and beg me to fuck this little pussy.” His teeth scrape across the sensitive curve of my neck, and all reason disappears from my brain. I don’t care that I’ll hate myself tomorrow. I’m more than willing to beg for him tonight.
