“You feel so fucking good. Like nothing else,” I egg her on, the wetness between her thighs flooding onto my hand like a warm bath. “You’re so tight and sweet, it’s making me crazy. I want you to come. I want to feel it while I’m inside you.” My already husky voice somehow deepens. She’s affecting all my senses and abilities.
“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit.” Her words rush out like a race. “Damon, God.” She pushes back on me, and my head nearly pops off my shoulders. I wasn’t lying. She is so fucking tight. And so constrictive it’s tormenting.
“I’m so close.” She pumps harder, and so do I, our clashing hips acting like igniters. “Oh, fuck.” Her words are swallowed up by her drowning need. Her breathing suddenly becomes labored and her body convulses against me, beneath me, enlivening every part of me.
I fight the seconds like they’re years, holding off my own release just so I can bask in the glory of hers. So I can feel everything. The throbbing, the pulsating, the trembling, and the thrill of her climax.
I’m a dead man walking, though, because her orgasm is so violent, explosive, and magical, I fall under its dark spell. My climax on the verge of catastrophic. I finally break down, fucking Liv to the point of no return, using her body as nature intended. The last thing I feel is my blood pressure spike and the tight tunnel that’s controlling my existence finally snuffs out my control.
I shatter.
One massive orgasm rips through my body, lighting my veins on fire, clambering through my limbs, tearing my tendons, and stealing my breath.
I fall through a euphoric black hole until I abruptly hit the ground. I collapse on Liv, pinning her small frame to the mattress beneath me. Dead. Done. The end.
We both just lie there. A puddle of depleted remains.
Sneaking my arms around her, I trap her against my body. I know I should at least roll us on our side, but in this brief moment, of her just completely engulfed by me, I feel powerful. I feel whole. I feel complete. Which is profound, considering I’ve never felt like anything in my life was missing.
But tonight has proved that something was.
Someone was.
Liv was.
As we shift to get comfortable, I refuse to allow her more than an inch away from me. She drifts off almost immediately. Passes out, is more like it.
I watch her sleep, propping my head up on the pillow so it’s just a fraction higher than hers.
Her cheeks are bright pink, her mascara is running, and her hair is a mess, but no woman has ever looked more beautiful to me. Not the supermodels I toy with, or the gorgeous actresses who are a dime a dozen in this town. Nope, not one of them compares to the woman who broke down in my arms tonight, who let me so willingly into her body and who I let so willingly into my heart.
I don’t know what’s going to happen in the morning once the effects of last night blow over, but I do know what’s going to happen in the future.
Liv Ward is going to become my wife.
4
Liv
The sunlight is tryingto disintegrate me.
At least that’s how it feels.
My eyes are too sensitive to the light, and the brightness is enhancing the throb in my head.
I’m dying. It’s official.
When I shift on the mattress, I realize I have no idea where I am, but I do recognize the man next to me.
Fucking shit. As I gaze at his blurry face, it all comes rushing back to me. The funeral, the alcohol, the drugs, the sex. Oh, God, all the sex.
My stomach turns, and I’m not sure from what exactly — my whorish ways last night, or the tequila churning in my intestines.
This is a fucking nightmare. Where in the hell is my head? All my good sense? I know. It flew right out the window after my father’s death. I’m a fucking mess. Andheknew it.
I stare at Damon sleeping soundlessly next to me, dead to the world. His dark hair sticking up all over the place, his strong jaw is fixed, but the softness of his feathery eyelashes offsets the ruggedness of his beautiful face. If Damon has always been one thing, it’s beautiful, in a high-end model, drop-dead gorgeous type of way. The intimidatingly attractive type of way. And nothing has changed. He’s just gotten better with age, and when I saw him yesterday, all hell broke loose inside me, a clashing of conflict in my chest. So many warring emotions battled to take control.
I’m heartbroken.
