Page 71 of Deathless & Divided

“Here, too,” Damian said, dragging two fingers down the crack of her ass.

“Hmm?”

“I want you here, too. Everywhere I can have you, Lily.”

She stilled.

“Not tonight,” he added, using his other hand to grab the base of his cock. He rolled the tip of his dick along her wet slit, loving the silk feeling of her juices on his bare length. “But soon.”

“Good God.”

“No, Damian, I said.”

Lily laughed. It faded into a sharp gasp the moment he entered her. Like earlier with his fingers, Lily’s body opened so well for him. She took his cock in with three swift thrusts until he was balls deep and unable to breathe.

“Shit, you’re tight,” Damian ground out.

She was, crazily so. She was also a hot, blazing paradise, searing him straight down to his blood and bones.

Lily muttered something completely unintelligible. Her hands fisted the bedsheets as she tossed him a heated look over her shoulder. He wanted to hold her like that for a moment, feel her walls flex around him while her juices dribbled down to his balls, but he couldn’t.

Damian grasped her hips firmly, pulled out to the tip, and yanked her body back into his groin. Lily sighed, the sound full of content and pleasure. He didn’t give her a break between the second thrust and the third. The fourth and fifth came harder and faster. With each slap of skin and every shout of his name, something crawled over his skin and twisted in his stomach. It promised release and bliss. Damian’s balls tightened, the sensation of fucking Lily bare as he rammed into her over and over driving him insane.

He wouldn’t last long like this—not with her pussy holding him strong and contracting around him like she was already on the edge of her third orgasm.

“Christ, there … like that,” Lily said, her teeth cutting into her lip.

“Get your hand down there and play,” he demanded. “Feel how fucking wet you are for me, Lily.”

Damian didn’t need to tell her a second time. He felt the tips of her fingers graze his throbbing dick. Her wetness smeared as her fingers explored and teased. Her inner walls crushed around his cock so snug it nearly fucking blinded him. Ecstasy swept over his senses as he came hard, marking her in an entirely different way. When Lily’s back arched inward and her muffled scream cut through the air, he was gone.

So gone.

“Yeah, I got it,” Damian said, pressing the pads of his fingers into his temples. “Noon, Carmela’s joint. I’ll be there.”

With a frustrated sigh, Damian hung up the phone call and tossed the cell onto the table. It was going to be a long fucking day if that call was any indication.

“Who’s Carmela?” Lily asked from the kitchen entryway.

There wasn’t a hint of jealousy in her voice, but her pretty brown eyes lit up with something unknown and a sassy grin split her lips.

“A place, not a person,” Damian said.

He took his sweet time taking the sight of her in first thing in the morning after spending a proper night in his bed—one that included him being in there with her. Lily’s hair was a tousled mess, but it looked damn good all the same. She wore one of his dress shirts with only two buttons done up in the middle and nothing else. Barefoot, wide-eyed, and smiling.

It was a much better sight than the night before.

“What kind of place?” Lily asked.

“Bar,” Damian answered. “Partly.”

Lily lifted a brow and without saying a thing, Damian caved.

“A strip joint.”

“Oh,” Lily muttered, her smile fading.

“A lot of business goes on there, meetings and whatnot.”