I can’t admit that, though, not out loud. A temporary Damon and Liv will work just fine. A permanent one? We’re doomed before we even begin.
I grab the lapel of his cut and drag him into the back of the gallery. If he wants me, he can have me. Happily.
I hop onto my desk, tucked away from outside eyes, and openly invite Damon to touch me. Just one more time. One more time to put this crazy obsession to rest. For closure.
Our lips clash, his tongue darting into my mouth, claiming it on the spot. Claiming it as his own. In this instant, it does belong to him.Ibelong to him.
Our blistering desire amplifies the temperature in the room as Damon nearly attacks me. The cool, comfortable climate has turned into a wild, sweltering badland.
Pulling at the straps of my body-hugging mini dress, he grinds his raging erection between my thighs. The friction is decadent. A hedonistic tease of exactly what’s to come.
Peeling away the clingy black-and-white-striped material from my body, Damon self-indulgently bites my bare skin, nips at my nipples, and sucks each one until they are painful, aching little points.
I’m reduced to nothing but sensation. The hunger of his greedy mouth, the aggression of his forceful touch, the severity of his animalistic passion.
“Want you,” he pants, shoving up the hem of my skirt past the garter of stars tattooed around my upper thighs.
“Have me.” I help him with hiking it all the way up to my torso.
He groans at the sight of me, practically naked and utterly hot for him.
Damon assaults my neck, chewing the inflamed skin as he squeezes my breast. “I know I should take care of you. Eat your pussy, make you wet, then make you come. But all I fucking want is to ride you hard ‘till you explode all over my cock.”
I heave for air, suppressed by his control and his dirty words. “I think I can give you a pass this one time.”
Damon chuckles darkly against my ear.
“I’ll take it.” His warm breath skating across my hairline makes me shiver with lust. Christ, I want him just as much as he wants me. Fuck the foreplay. Him inside me is more than enough. More than satisfying. More than anything I could have secretly dreamed about.
Because for years, I did secretly dream about him. Even though I hated him. He managed to weasel his way into my heart and never left after that.
“Fuck, I’m dying.” Damon slams his pelvis between my legs, and I moan aloud as my body bucks.
I grab for the button of his jeans, flicking them open and ripping apart the teeth of his fly.
Damon’s expression is a smug, satisfied smile. I could slap him for his arrogance, but sometimes it’s a total turn on. Like right now.
“You want me?” I lean back on the desktop and spread my legs wider. I can be an egocentric little cock-tease, too.
Damon’s blue eyes sparkle with greed. He’s hungry and horny and anxious to indulge in the delicacy laid out before him.
“These need to go.” He yanks on my delicate black thong and rips it right off my body. “Now.” He tosses it to the floor.
My heart pounds with exhilaration as he shoves his jeans down and strokes his thick, swollen cock. Grabbing one of my ass cheeks, he hauls me forward until my bottom is kissing the edge of the desk.
I wrap my arms and legs around him as he leans forward and braces himself on one hand. “I am going to take you so fucking hard and so fucking deep you’ll smell like sex for a week.” Then he penetrates me. No caution or warning. Just a surge of sensation right between my legs.
“Oh, God!” I snap my head back and absorb the impact. It’s intense and blissful and mind-altering all at the same time.
We’re both lightheaded and breathless already, and we’ve barely even begun.
“Liv,” Damon hums my name in a deep and raspy tone.
I crack my eyes to look at him, my pussy involuntarily pulsing around his cock. “I want you to mark me.” He pulls at the collar of his T-shirt. He’s still mostly clothed, while I am mostly naked. “I want to wear your love like a patch.” I’m rendered speechless. It’s such an unexpected request. I hesitate, but only because I’ve been caught off guard. “Do it, baby.” Damon circles his hips, and I lose all concept of reality. Like a drugged vampire, I sink my teeth into his flesh and bite down as he fucks me. Easily at first, but the force builds rapidly. He wants it hard and fast and deep and messy. I suck and bite through every aggressive thrust, my body and mind twisting with ecstasy. He isn’t sweet or gentle. He’s rough, relentless, and domineering, and I love every goddamn second of it. Every precious moment he’s buried deep inside me.
I suck on his neck for as long as I can before it all becomes too much. Before I have to moan and whimper and mewl from the sexual storm my body is enduring.
“Fuck, your fucking pussy,” Damon chatters. “You’re so fucking wet for me. You love it when I’m inside you. I can feel it. I can see it. No one will ever fuck you like me.” His cockiness elevates to the next level. I don’t even respond. I can’t. I’m so close to coming, all my functioning muscles are constricted, including my vocal cords. All I’m capable of are feeble moans and desperate pleas. I’m completely soaked with arousal, and the onset of my orgasm is like a blaring red glow in the dead of night.
