Page 33 of Damian’s Conquest

Naomi pointed to the nightstand, and he opened the drawer and pulled one out. As fast as he could, he opened the foil package and slipped the latex over his erection.

A moment later he was poised above her, his erection lined up with her pussy. He gazed into her eyes, then plunged into her silken depth in one long, continuous thrust, until he was inside her to the hilt.

“Damn it, that feels good,” he said and began to move inside her. Her sheath was tight and warm, and her plentiful juices welcomed him.

He rode her slowly, trying to take his time, while he dipped his head to kiss her breasts, loving their fullness. He loved pressing his face into her cleavage, taking in her scent. He understood now why Amaury liked to drink from Nina by biting her breasts. He wanted the same intimacy of feeding from a woman’s breasts, and he wanted it with Naomi. The revelation hit him like a sledgehammer to the gut. He wanted this woman, not just in his bed, but in his life, in his immortal life.

When he’d been witness to how fast his friend Ryder had fallen for Scarlet, the woman he’d been assigned to as a bodyguard, he’d secretly chuckled to himself, thinking it was impossible to know that they were meant for each other after such a short time. But he didn’t doubt it any longer. His own parents had bonded after knowing each other for only a few days. And they were still as much in love as ever.

But could he trust his intuition now? Already once, he’d been wrong and accused Naomi of being a thief. What if he was wrong now too? What if she wasn’t meant to be his? He had to take it slow. He shouldn’t rush this, no matter how much he longed to drink her blood again. However, tonight, he couldn’t suggest a pretend-bite. Last night, she’d bought the illusion because of his costume, and she’d liked it, but tonight, he couldn’t risk it. He had to wait until he was sure of her.

Damian looked at Naomi and reveled in the passion that shone from her eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” He took her lips and kissed her hard, unable to hold back now. He was close, too close to slow down. He needed to come inside her. He needed her to feel what she did to him, how she affected him, how much he wanted her.

With his last ounce of control, he shifted his angle so the next time he slammed into her, his pelvic bone rubbed against her clitoris. On the third thrust, he felt Naomi moan into his mouth, and a second later, her muscles contracted around his cock. He let himself go and orgasmed, and all the air rushed from his lungs.

“Fuck!”

He felt his fangs extend, hungering for a bite, and ripped his lips from hers to hide his face in the pillow. As they both came down from their high, Damian breathed hard and willed his fangs to recede back into their sockets, before he lifted his head and looked at Naomi.

“You slayed me.”

She let out a breath. “Ditto.”

16

Naomi lay on her back, breathing hard, while Damian disposed of the condom and cleaned up, before rejoining her in bed. He pulled her halfway on top of him, her head resting on his chest, one leg draped over his thighs, while he wrapped one arm around her shoulders, and stroked her thigh with his other hand.

“I could do this a million times with you, and I wouldn’t get tired of it,” he murmured into her hair.

Did he mean that? She didn’t even know what to say. Instead, she snuggled against him, and caressed his muscled chest.

“You’re a very passionate man,” Naomi said. “And a very talented one.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad you think so. Because I intend to do this again, just as soon as I’ve recovered a bit. Give me about twenty minutes.”

She lifted her head to look at him. “You don’t have to prove your prowess to me. I’m aware of it.”

“Yet you thought you could escape from my bed without repercussions.”

“Repercussions?”

“Hmm hmm,” he hummed, his eyes closed. Then he slapped her gently on her ass.

“What was that for?”

“That’s part of your punishment for leaving my bed without giving me a means to contact you.” He opened his eyes and pinned her with his intense gaze. “Luckily, now I know where you live.”

“Let me guess: your place wasn’t painted recently.”

He had the decency to look sheepish. “Little white lie to find out where you live. You can punish me for it later.”

“How?”

“I leave that up to you. I’m game for anything. You wanna tie me up?”

Realizing that he was in a playful mood, she decided to ask him a few questions that might shed a light on whether he was involved in a satanic blood cult. At the same time, a feeling of guilt surged in her. Damian had made love to her, and was opening up to her, and she was using the opportunity to extract information from him. How low could she go? She should be ashamed of herself.

“Something wrong?” he asked.