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At some point, as he continued suckling her breast until it felt swollen and raw, and he went to the next, she fell down on the bed, her lungs barely processing air, her thoughts drifting into nothing, until he had become the center of her existence. Of her galaxy. Of her life.
Him. The heat of his mouth, the velvet swipes of his tongue, now coming to stroke across her lips. She was dazed, had never been licked the way he was licking her up, every inch of her skin knew his tongue. Tremors seized her as he let the towel drop from his hips, and he stretched his naked length along her body.
Sparks of lightning shot across her nerves as she felt
his long, hard penis press into her abdomen. She wanted to see it, touch it, taste it, had never seen a man, had never wanted a man like this…
“It” ground into her stomach as he continued his assault with his tongue, dragging that hot, damp tongue to her ear, where his breaths burst into her hearing, hot and steady but a little fast, his hands costing her curves, coming to her nipples to remind her of their sensitized, swollen state with little pinches.
She could feel “it” pulsing against her. Throbbing. She could feel the blood rushing to him, there, just as it rushed into the apex between her legs. Which hurt and ached like nothing ever had.
He reached to stroke his fingers across her entry, and the sound that tore from his chest was one of surprise that somehow seemed to pain him. He murmured, very softly, as though to himself, Jesus.
He inserted his fingers leisurely into her pussy. His breathing was ragged, his body humming with restraint. She didn’t know if he wanted him to lose it, she didn’t know what she was doing, except she throbbed to feel him inside her. Feel “it” deep, deep inside her. Not “it”—him.
His fingers scraped into her sheath, hitting a spot that made her pelvis tilt as a rush of pleasure shot through her. His mouth covered hers again, more demanding, more hungry. “I want it,” he rasped, against her cheek. “I want your virginity. I want to make you a woman. I want to take it from you, right here, right now.”
She shuddered as need surged through her system, her fingers curling around his bulging biceps. She could barely get words past her through, could barely get her mind to work. “You had your chance.”
“I want another, and I want it now.”
The desire to feel him was too powerful. She couldn’t remember why she had to protect herself from him, why she shouldn’t, couldn’t remember Court’s face right now. Court. Oh, Court, what would happen if she couldn’t resist Damien…?
“You're soaked,” his hot, heady whisper spilled into her ear, pulling her deeper into the shadows where nothing existed but this. “You’re incredibly, impossibly soaked. Already lubricated for mating, and I have barely even touched you. Kissed you. You’re ready to receive me. You're so ready for me, Sydney, for me to be inside you. To penetrate you.”
He kissed her again, killing her restraint, breaking through her barriers, taking over every memory of Court until there was only darkness and the dark child of her dreams. Whispering erotically that he wanted her.
“Release me from my promise. I want to be the man who pleasures you while you're bound and helpless. I want to be the man who takes you, anytime, anywhere, from behind without asking if you want him. I’ll know you want me. I’ll know it. I can scent you right now. Your eyes are so dark it’s like I’m looking into mine.” He ground at the outside of her slit, and she whimpered and tossed her head at the exquisite feel of his broad cock, the smooth feel of his flesh and that piercing at the tip, rubbing against her. His face contorted in desire, and his hands clenched almost in desperation on her breasts, and to see him so overcome with desire secretly thrilled her. “Sydney…I can’t stop…I need to…”
His hips swiveled, and she felt him part her with something broad. Broader than his fingers. “Yes,” she moaned in fevered desperation.
“Yes?” His eyes widened, and he pushed against her. There was still a little spark left in her brain, and at the first warning bell, the feel of being penetrated—as he said—and it jumped to action. “Stop, stop!” she cried, twisting underneath him.
He stopped, his eyes dark, confused, his breaths jerking out of him. “Don’t do this to me.”
She scrambled back to get him out of her. “Don’t… Please …I can’t, I can’t, I can’t give this to you. You promised to me. You promised.”
She rolled to the side, and he put his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling, his entire body trembling with need. “You…said yes!” he panted, raising his head, his words strained through his teeth, “You…offered it to me first, goddamn it, it already belongs to me!”
She scrambled up from the bed, searching frantically for her clothes, running across the apartment up to the washer and drier, shaking her head in shock of what she’d been about to do. Court had been next to her for years, years, and a couple of days with Damien had turned her into a wreck. A wreck. She shook her head, talking to herself as she pulled out her clothes. “I need to go, I can’t do this, I can’t.”
She heard him yell, “FUCK!”
Scared, she grabbed her phone from her pocket, and texted Court the building she was at.
Please pick me up, please please.
I need to get out of here.
ARE YOU HURT?
No! I just need you to please pick me up now!
I’m on my way
Damien came over, and her heart sped once more. He’d slipped on clothes, dark slacks, and a white button shirt he hadn’t bothered to button—then she realized it was the one she had just worn. The intimacy of that siphoned blood up to her cheeks, and she tore her eyes away from him, was trembling, he was trembling, too. She could sense it, feel it in a part of her that felt as elusive but as powerful as her soul.
“It’s mine,” he said, his voice rough, hard. “If you still have it, it’s mine. If you’ve been saving it for someone, you’ve been saving it for me.” He pulled her to him, and she didn’t know why she went, but she did, willingly, and she held him in her arms, and he held her, their bodies vibrating.
