Page 91 of Damián

A moan escapes my lips.

His warmth, the taste, the insane thrill it gives me to have this man entirely at my mercy. I use my tongue, trying my best to mimic the rhythm of my hand and take him as deep as I can.

And apparently it’s working, because Damián loses his mind. His hands tangle in my hair, his hips bucking upward to meet my mouth, and he talks in Spanish, words I can’t even understand as his control completely shatters.

“Ollie… nene, no puedo—” he gasps, and his fingers grip my hair tighter. “Así… I’m so close.”

He thrusts deep, his back curving off the glass, and then he tries to move away from my mouth, but I hold him tight, keeping him exactly where he is.

Damián cries out my name as he cums into my mouth. I swallow, holding him there, letting him ride out the intense high as the shower washes over us.

And I almost choke…

A few seconds later, Damián lifts me, turns off the shower, and wraps me in a towel.

“Dami—”

“Quiet, nene,” he says, and carries me to the bed.

I watch, completely mesmerized, as he dries off with a fresh towel before crawling onto the mattress with me. And right here, in my bed, a place I have never shared with anyone in my entire life, the most beautiful man I have ever seen uses his mouth to take care of me.

And just when I thought the day couldn’t get any better, there came the most surprising twist of all. Once we were finished, he pulled me against him, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and cuddled me.

The next morning I wake up to the sensation of something crushing my chest. With my eyes still closed, I try to move, but my body stays pinned to the bed.

What the…?

I rub my eyes, blinking against the dawning light, only to find myself curled under the sexiest tan body in the world. Damián’s arm is thrown around my chest, his hand with the Harknett tattoo gripping my waist. And I can’t believe it takes my dumb, recently woken brain more than five seconds to realize that neither of us is wearing clothes.

Then, the memories of last night hit me…

Damián pinning me against the bathroom door, his naked body in the shower, me on my knees taking him in my mouth, him on my bed…

Oh, my God. I actually did that!

I actually did all that with Damián…

Ahhhh! OMG!

I’m so giddy and full of adrenaline that my entire body feels like jumping, but I force my muscles to lock the hell up, refusing to move a single inch.

No, no…

There is no way I’m moving or even breathing too deeply, because I’m terrified that the slightest motion will wake Damián up and break this beautiful moment I’m living in. Because lying here, completely naked and tangled in his arms with nothing around but peaceful silence… It feels absolutely perfect.

But, because life hates me… I sneeze.

My body shifts slightly on the mattress, and instantly, the arm draped over my waist tightens. Damián rolls onto his back, pulling me over his chest.

“Whoa!” I gasp, placing my palm over his chest to hold my balance.

Damián opens his eyes, sees me, and smiles… and for a moment, I feel safe and think everything will be perfect.

That is, until a few seconds later, when his entire body goes rigid.

“Shit,” he curses.

Hello reality, goodbye beautiful dream.