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He used his tongue, his lips, and his nose to nuzzle and tease her, making her bite her lip to try and refuse him what he wanted. There would be a rule about that, too. She would give over and give him all the orgasms he could inflict on her.
“Damon, please.”
“Yes, Damon, your Master, does just as he pleases, and you please him beyond his wildest dreams.”
Everything about Miley called to that deepest, darkest part of his Dom soul. There was nothing about her that didn’t please him. Her scent; her taste; the silkiness of her skin; the way she pleaded with him; even her resistance was part of her siren’s song that he couldn’t ignore. Wanting to make her come so he could join them together while she was still climaxing, he penetrated her with a single finger, curling it up as he dragged it back, only to press it in again. This time his nose found her clit, before he licked it with his tongue and he sucked it into his mouth, latching on to suckle.
Miley threw her head back, bowing her body in abandoned, surrendered climax as she called his name. Quickly he withdrew his finger and his mouth, covering hers before she could complain as he thrust up into her, driving to the end of her core and riding her rapture as her inner walls collapsed and compressed his cock as she shook with the power of her orgasm.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear as she wrapped herself around him, clinging to him with every ounce of her being.
Damon pulled back and surged forward, finding the rhythm that came so easily to them. Over and over, he pounded into her, thrusting his cock in and out with unbridled pleasure, reveling in her response and wanting more. Miley raked his back with her nails, not because she was angry, but because her need for his dominance was riding her hard.
He drove into her repeatedly—each time with more power and speed until finally he gave a last brutal thrust and his entire body tightened as his own release rushed through him and spilled into her. He pressed in as deeply as was humanly possible, continuing to give her everything he had.
The storm over, he fell on top of her, letting her soft body cushion his weight as he came back to something resembling his senses.
“I love you, Miley. I’m going to make sure you know that every day for the rest of your life.”
He rolled from her, positioning her so that he was spooned against her—his front to her back. He smiled as she settled into him, sighed contentedly, and was asleep within seconds. Nuzzling her neck, he thought again about the tattoo that was hidden by her hair. Just one more piece of the Miley puzzle he meant to solve.
CHAPTER17
DAMON
Damon woke and smiled as Miley was still pressed against him as she had been all night. She had slept the sleep of the dead, and he hadn’t wanted to wake her. He’d been hard as a rock and had wanted desperately to tip her over onto her back and just ease up into her pussy to see how long it would take her to wake. Instead, he’d watched her sleep and found pleasure and peace in doing so.
Gently, he lifted her hair away from her neck and traced the odd symbol with his finger. It was a short horizontal line connected to a long vertical line that ended in a spiral that started wide, becoming increasingly smaller until it crossed the long vertical a third time with no real ending that connected to anything. He knew that spirals were supposed to be magical in several religions, but he couldn’t remember which ones or what they represented.
“It’s the Cho Ku Rei—the power symbol of Reiki and is supposed to offer protection,” she said, answering his unasked question.
“Why hide it?”
“Because power, especially magical power is always best kept hidden so that your opponent doesn’t know your true strength.”
He kissed the tattoo. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
“I’ve pretty much given up the idea that I would be able to keep secrets from you, not that I’d want to.”
“It makes me happy to hear you’re okay with both. I don’t want any secrets from either of us, ever. That doesn’t mean we have to spill our guts the second this is over, but I’d like us to know each other more intimately than we know ourselves.”
She turned in his arms and smiled at him. “I like that.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Me too.”
“We need to get moving. Seth isn’t going to be able to keep news of her death quiet for long.”
“Agreed.”
They took a shower together, opting to not have sex and laughing about it.
“What are you going to wear? I think that blue outfit is back at the house in Charleston.”
“It is. But I guarantee someone either brought it here or brought something from Chicago or bought something here. Trust me, this won’t be the first time I’ve been window dressing.”
“Does that bother you?” he asked, genuinely concerned.
“No, Damon. I’m not expected to get all tarted up. But if we can keep a mark distracted or not at the top of their game because of a little cleavage or a little leg, I’m all for it. So,” she said with a grin, “let me see what they brought me.”
