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“We’re not officially married until we’ve consummated the marriage.” He whispered into my ear.
I nodded breathily, the sensation of him touching me intensified by the fact that my eyes were covered. Each stroke waking up every last cell in my body. I trembled under his touch, struggling not to beg him for more.
“That’s true.” I responded in a whisper.
“You know if you were my wife, you’d be Mrs. Damian West. So tell me, Mrs. Damian West, would you like your massage therapist to include a happy ending?” His hands shifted and ran under the sheet and down the length of my arms. All he had to do was lightly pull at that sheet, and I would be completely exposed to him, ripe and vulnerable for his taking. And that’s all I wanted.
I pushed the warm washcloth off my eyes and looked up at him as he methodically rubbed up and down my arms. “Damian–”
“Addy.”
My name on his lips sounded delicious.
“I want you. All of you.” I breathed. “I want the honeymoon I planned for.”
His eyes turned dark, and his voice husky and thick. “I’m going to give you a honeymoon you’ll never forget, my love.” His hands snaked under the sheet and began kneading over my stomach, and then finally over my breasts.
“Oh Damian.” A moan escaped my lips.
He came around the table and lightly tugged the corner of the sheet. It fluttered to the floor, but I didn’t feel chilly in the slightest. I was burning up.
“So beautiful.” He growled as he climbed on top of me.
The table creaked and shifted under his weight. I panted as I stared up at him, feeling nervous and excited, and full of throbbing longing. As he lowered himself down, I could feel his enormous length come to rest on top of my folds. I ground my hips into him, desperate for friction. Our oiled bodies slid easily across one another.
He smirked as he gazed down at me, his eyes full of lust. “I’m going to fuck you like you’re my wife, Addy. I’m going to fuck you like I’m trying to put a baby in you. For the next two days, you’re mine.”
I shuddered at his words, trying to catch my breath, and with that, his mouth crashed into mine. This was just the beginning, and I already felt like I might burst, like I could explode. I had never felt this way with Jack, ever. In fact, I didn’t know it was even possible to have this much chemistry with someone. His tongue fought its way into my mouth, exploring me and consuming me, and drugging me with its earthy sweetness. I loved the taste of Damian on my tongue, and I wanted more. I threaded my hands through his hair and raked my nails down his back as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
It had been over six months since I’d been touched intimately by anyone other than myself. The feeling of his massive cock pressing against me filled me with fire and desperation. I wretched my mouth away from his, desperate for air, and he started his way down my jaw, with violent, passionate, hungry kisses.
I moaned as his hands slid up the outside of my legs, and his mouth wandered down to one breast. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it, making me shudder and causing my nipple to stiffen even more. He kneaded the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making me gush between my legs. He started a path down my stomach, and the room spun as I disappeared into the drug that was Damian.
In a flash, he shifted off the end of the table and grabbed behind my knees, pulling me down to the edge of the table. He kneeled at the end of the table and threw my legs over his shoulders. He kissed a slow and burning path up one thigh, and started over on the other one.
“Oh, God.” I cried out as he neared my throbbing honey pot. I gripped the sheet on the table.
Sinfully, slowly, he kissed closer and closer to my center until I cried out, “Please, Damian, please.” And his tongue finally rolled over my most sensitive swollen bud, and I bucked.
“Fuck.” I cried out as he expertly sucked on my clit, while his hands spread me open further.
He pulled back for a moment, and I peered down at him as his eyes gleamed up at me.
“So beautiful, Addy. So fucking beautiful and wet for me. I can see how much you want me.” He said, clearly pleased with me. And I relished in his praise.
“I do, Damian. I wanted you that first night at the airport hotel.” I writhed under him.
“So did I.” He said with a growl.
I writhed under his slow touch, desperately squirming, as his fingers slid between my folds. He watched with me with gleaming eyes.
“I’m going to make this so delicious and drawn out, my love.”
“Oh please, Damian, please, I just want you inside me.”
He chuckled, “Not yet, love. Not yet.” And he seemed that much more turned on by my begging and desperation. “I have to make sure you’re ready to take me.”
Holy Shit.
