Page 14 of Damian’s Conquest

She’d never been aggressive when it came to sex, but Damian stirred something in her, and she couldn’t help but act upon that feeling. She took a step toward him, then placed her hand over the outline of his erection, feeling it pulse hotly against her palm.

Damian put his arm around her waist, and pulled her even closer. “You want to feel me inside you?”

She squeezed his cock, and his eyes were shimmering golden now. His fangs peeked from his lips again like earlier, and she realized something now. She lifted her free hand to his lips.

“When you kissed me, I didn’t feel your fangs. I thought you’d taken them out.”

“No, I just retracted them,” he said.

“How? I thought they’re just stick-ons.” She slid her finger across one fang, and felt him suck in a breath.

“Fuck!” Then he swallowed visibly.

“They don’t feel like plastic.” They felt really sharp. “How do you retract them?”

“By touch.”

He took her finger and pressed it against one fang. To her surprise the fang slid upward, and was suddenly gone.

“See?”

“Wow, that’s genius.” She’d never seen props that real.

He chuckled. “I had them made especially.” Then he glanced down to where her hand still cupped his erection. “But you didn’t answer my question. Do you want to feel my cock inside you?”

Now she was the one who swallowed hard. Damian was direct, and she liked that. “Why are you still dressed?”

“I guess that’s a yes.”

But instead of opening the button of his pants, he took her hand and led her to the far wall of the office. Was he going to fuck her up against the wall, rather than on the couch? Clearly, Damian wasn’t a man of ordinary tastes.

When he pressed his hand against a spot on the wall, a door suddenly opened up toward them, a door that looked exactly like the wall. Stunned, she allowed him to usher her into a secret room, then heard him close and lock the door behind them, while she let her eyes roam. A large bed dominated the room, which was bathed in subdued light coming from several wall sconces. There was a second door, which was ajar and looked like it led into a miniscule bathroom. In one corner of the room was a safe, next to it a clothes rack and a small dresser, a few bottles of alcohol sitting on top of it.

“Do you bring a lot of women here?” she couldn’t help but ask.

He pulled her into his arms and slid his fingers under her chin. “Forget about anything that might or might not have happened in here before tonight. Can you do that?”

She nodded.

“Good.” He captured her lips, and kissed her deeply, before withdrawing again.

He started unbuttoning his shirt, and she let her eyes roam over him, before she reached behind her back to try to lower the zipper of her dress.

“Wait,” he demanded. “I’d like to undress you myself.”

She smiled and dropped her hands, while he rid himself of his shirt. She reveled in the way he undressed himself with natural grace and self-confidence. The body he revealed was perfect, like that of a Greek God: strong muscled arms and legs, a ripped stomach, and a nearly hairless chest. When he stood in front of her with only his black boxer briefs, her mouth went dry. She’d never seen such male perfection—other than in a magazine or on TV.

Naomi met his gaze, when he hooked his thumbs into his boxer briefs and rid himself of them. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, curving up toward his navel.

A breath rushed from her lungs. He was beautiful all over. And she wondered whether she’d passed out somewhere along the way and this was only a dream. A man like Damian wanted to sleep with her? Why?

“Something wrong?” he asked and took a step toward her. “You don’t like what you see?”

She ripped her gaze from his cock and met his eyes. “No, I like, I like it very much.”

“Then why are you frowning?”

“’Cause this is probably not real. I must be dreaming.”