Page 68 of Deathless & Divided

“Now?” he asked. “Because here, I’m not liable to stop at kissing your mouth, Lily.”

Lily laughed, feeling so off-kilter it wasn’t even funny. “Aren’t you supposed to protect my honor or something until the wedding?”

“That was not discussed and you’re old enough to make that decision. Not that I think something physical would be bad between us—I told you I wanted that, anyway. What was discussed, was that the marriage would happen, regardless of how it came about so long as it did.”

“You’re not such a bad pick,” Lily admitted.

“Besides, I don’t think your brother is so stupid that he dumbly believes you are some kind of angel, Lily. And neither do I.”

She laughed. “I’m certainly not one of those.”

“We don’t have to be strangers.”

“So you said,” she replied, throwing his words back at him.

“All you have to do is trust me,” Damian said, a huskiness deepening his tone.

“Your motives are not clear.”

“They don’t have to be.”

“But I’d like them to be,” she replied with a sad smile.

“My intentions are thoroughly wrapped up in you as of now, tomorrow, and beyond. That’s all you need to know, sweetheart.”

Lily sighed as Damian’s hands skimmed higher under her dress to find her backside. The pads of his fingers slipped under the lace of her panties and swept along the flesh of her ass where the curve of her backside melded into her thighs. She couldn’t help but give into the feeling of his hands touching her. It took away the anxiety still lingering in her chest and the horrible visions playing on repeat in her mind.

She didn’t want to think about those things, so she focused on the sensation coursing through her body instead.

“Black lace, hmm?” Damian asked while he wrapped his fingers into her panties and began to tug them down.

Lily played coy. “Someone said you had a fondness for that.”

“I do. And your skin is just light enough to make it look damn fucking good.”

She stepped out of her panties when he drew them down around her ankles. His fingers skipped back up her calf and straight under her dress before she’d blinked. Without warning he stroked her bare sex.

“Waxed,” he noted.

“Completely,” Lily agreed.

“Damn. Christ, you’re soft like silk. I bet you’re like wet satin inside, sweetheart.” Damian’s knuckles grazed the sensitive folds of her sex before two of his fingers swept them. He parted the lips of her pussy and stroked her soaked slit with one finger while his thumb edged around the hood of her clit just close enough to make her whine. “I’ll always give you what you need as long as you use that mouth of yours, Lily. And right now, I want to hear all the sounds you make while you’re being thoroughly fucked and worked. When you’re screaming my name, make sure the neighbors hear it. I want to hear what I do to you.”

Damian’s words were practically growled against her thigh. They only served to get her wetter than ever. Her sex clenched every time his finger came in contact with her entrance.

“I especially want to hear you begging, demanding, and needing,” Damian said, his tongue striking out to taste her skin. Something beautiful twisted in her stomach and shot straight down to her pussy. “Because as long as you’re willing, I’ll make sure you’re good and fucking pleased come morning. You’ll never want to leave my bed again. I might not own you yet, but you’ll sure as hell want me to.”

“Oh, my God.” Lily swallowed the moan building in her chest. His light touches made every inch of her burn in the best way. His promises, filled with sex and sin, only added to her lust. “Stop teasing me.”

“Wider,” Damian demanded. “Let me see what you’re hiding under this dress, Lily. Show me that pussy of yours and how wet it is. I want to see how pink and soaked you are for me. I should have told you this that night I saw you dancing in the club with that man, but now seems a good time, too.”

Lily widened her stance as she asked, “What is that?”

“You’re mine.”

CHAPTER NINE

Damian’s words were punctuated by two of his fingers finding heaven and home inside Lily’s hot, tight pussy. He was right. She was drenched, slick with her arousal and it wet his fingers beautifully. Her body took his fingers in without a lick of tension. She opened for him, her sex flexing around his digits as he spread them wide on the withdrawal and then plunged them right back in again.