Page 13 of Damian’s Conquest

“Now kiss me,” Damian demanded, and she lifted her face and offered her lips to him. “You really do look like Little Red Riding Hood. A very sinful version of her.”

7

It had been a stroke of luck that the red cape had caught his attention, or Naomi might have left before he could stop her. And then he would have missed out on caressing her while they danced to the slow rhythm of the music.

Damian felt Naomi’s soft lips and captured them, slanting his head to allow for a deeper connection, while beneath the fabric of their capes, his hands weren’t idle. He didn’t care if any of the vampires or hybrids in the club knew what he was doing. They would never get a chance to see Naomi’s naked body or know what it was like to knead her heavy breasts and turn the nipples into hard little pebbles. Nor would they get to touch the place from where her arousal was wafting to his nostrils. With one hand he squeezed her breasts, while he slipped his other one down between her legs and underneath the short skirt.

Her panties were already soaked with her arousal, and even though he’d wanted to take his time, he couldn’t wait finding out that she was already wet for him. He slipped his hand underneath the thin fabric and through the curly hair to touch her pussy. At the first contact, Naomi moaned, and he captured the sound in his mouth. Ah, how he loved a responsive woman. There was no shyness in her. Not anymore.

Damian bathed his fingers in her juices and stroked along her warm cleft, before he swept upwards to find her clit. The tiny organ was plump and ripe, ready for his attention.

He released her lips and pressed his cheek to hers, so he could whisper into her ear. “Tell me how you like it. Slower? Faster?”

“Damian,” she murmured sounding dazed as if tipsy, though he smelled no alcohol on her. “You can’t just, oh, oh…”

“Ah, so that’s how you like it.” He sucked her earlobe between his lips and bit down very gently, while he drew small circles around her clit, his tempo increasing. “That’s the right spot, isn’t it?”

He loved teasing her like this. He didn’t need her to answer him, because her body was already telling him everything he needed to know. And fuck, it made him hot. He’d never done this in such a public place, never pleasured a woman right on the dance floor of his club. He’d always liked his privacy, but when Naomi had told him that she’d seen him flirt with another woman earlier, he wanted to make sure she understood that he was sending a signal to all the women in the club that he was taken. That’s why he was kissing her in full view of everybody, his fellow vampires too. If they saw them, they could easily guess what was going on beneath the capes.

“You make me so hot,” he murmured close to her ear. “I could burst right now.”

Naomi breathed hard, and her heartbeat accelerated. He could feel it beneath his palm that was still fondling her breasts.

“It feels so good,” she let out on a breathless moan.

“Just let yourself go,” he said and brought his hand from her breasts down around her waist to steady her. “I’ll catch you, chérie.”

He turned his face to her again and looked into her lust-drugged eyes. Her lips were parted, and her tongue darted out to lick them. The sight was just too much to resist. He took her mouth again and swept his tongue into the sweet cavern, teasing, exploring, and dueling with her. Farther below, he rubbed over her clit with an ever-increasing tempo in a rhythm her body dictated, when he suddenly felt her gasp into his mouth. As she climaxed, he slipped one dew-covered finger into her slit as deep as he could and felt her muscles spasm around him.

Damian released her lips and lowered his face to her neck, fighting against the urge to free his cock and take her in the middle of the dance floor.

Fuck! He hadn’t expected Naomi climaxing in his arms to be such a breathtaking feeling. He couldn’t wait to find out what it would feel like with his cock inside her.

Slowly, he felt Naomi’s orgasm ebb, and pulled his finger from her tight sheath. She went all soft in his arms.

“How about we go back to my office?” he murmured.

“Yes.” Her answer was more breath than word.

He made sure that Naomi’s clothing beneath the cape was properly adjusted, before he guided her through the dancers.

“I need water,” she said.

“There’s water in my office.” He didn’t want to waste time at the bar, even though his staff would make sure he didn’t have to wait long to be served. But waiting even a second was a second too long. Besides, he didn’t want to run into a bunch of people who would all see that he was sporting a boner of massive proportions.

The moment they were back in his office, he shut the door behind them and flipped the lock shut.

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Naomi felt as if in a daze, but she heard Damian lock the door to the office behind them. She turned around to him and noticed the lusting look he raked over her. It made her even hotter than she already felt. She untied her cape and tossed it on the seating arrangement.

“Water, right?” he asked in a hoarse voice and stalked toward the refrigerator, while ridding himself of his cape and tossing it to join hers.

A moment later, he handed her an ice-cold bottle of water, and she gulped half of it down, before she handed it to him.

“Thank you.”

He downed the remaining half of the water, then tossed the bottle in the trash bin next to the desk. While he did that, Naomi’s gaze fell onto his pants, or rather the bulge hidden behind his zipper. His arousal was undeniable. The fact that he’d just pleasured her on the dance floor where everybody who cared to look could have easily guessed what they were doing, should make her feel ashamed. Instead, it excited her. And made her feel bold.