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I swallowed hard, shivering as the heat from our two bodies swirled together.
He lifted one hand to catch the side of my throat, cradling it within his strong fingers before his thumb stroked slowly up the front of my windpipe.
My breasts grew heavy and achy while heated pressure filled the apex of my thighs.
From the contemplative look on his face, I wasn’t sure what he was deliberating until he released a breath and lowered his head so he could bypass my lips and press his open mouth directly to my neck. There, he sucked and licked with a merciless seduction that made me sob out a startled sound and arch up onto my toes.
I tipped my head back and gripped his shoulders to give him more access, and he captured my hips so he could lift me. My legs wound around his waist, and he slid his palms around to my ass, anchoring me closer.
We both groaned as we came together. With me wearing thin cotton shorts and him in thin cotton joggers, I could feel every detail of his erection almost as well as if we were already bare skin against bare skin. And God, I swear he was hard enough to drill right through all that material. The head of his cock had already found my entrance. It pressed up into me intimately, demanding to be let in. I moaned and squirmed, wishing we were naked.
As if hearing my plea, he sat down on the edge of the bed, bringing me with him so that I could ride his lap.
My hips went on the offense, oscillating and grinding against his dick. Damien’s grip bit into my ass, encouraging me to go harder.
His mouth ravished its way down the side of my neck until he reached my collarbone. His teeth nipped at the strap of my tank top until his hands streaked up from my bottom to catch the hem of my shirt and peel it up my torso. His fingers coasted over my rib cage, and his warm, rougher palms scorched my sensitive flesh.
Once my top was gone, I reached back to unhook my bra, and Damien was all too eager to assist, slipping the straps off my arms and growling when my breasts spilled free.
Lifting me off his lap so he could bury his face between my breasts, Damien pressed his lips against the bottom portion of my sternum and paused there. The way he hugged me against him and hid his face in the valley of my cleavage made it appear as if he was seeking comfort or solace. And that bit of sweetness in this wholly erotic moment made affection burn through the back of my throat. I hugged his face and kissed the top of his head, and he shuddered within my embrace.
Then, he twisted, whirling us until he was laying me flat on the bed and coming over me to shelter me with his body.
I buried my fingers in his hair, appreciating the new position, only to arch up and cry out when his hot mouth closed around one of my nipples. Gasping, I pulled at the roots of his hair and bumped up my hips in demand.
He sucked the other one between his teeth, and I bit my lip, trying to tamp down all the sensations roaring through me. My hands let go of his hair to grapple with the back of his shirt, trying to pluck it out of my way, so I could feel as much of him as he had of me.
My struggle caused him to sit upright with a husky chuckle and a devastating smile before he pulled the shirt off completely.
I touched his horseshoe necklace with my thumb, pressing it against his warm flesh. He groaned and bent down to kiss the undersides of my breasts, then lower along my abdomen. I clutched at his back, marveling over all the slick warm muscles under my fingers.
When he reached my navel, his fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of my shorts. His tongue stroked lovingly over my stomach once before he lifted his face to look up at me.
Peering back into his seeking eyes, I gave him permission to proceed by lifting my hips slightly off the mattress. His lashes fluttered in delight and his nostrils flared as he started to peel my shorts down, never once taking his gaze off mine.
A hungry rasp grated from the back of his throat, and then his mouth was on me, between my legs with his insistent tongue diving straight to the core of my pleasure. I grabbed his hair again and dug the heels of my feet into the mattress while his fingers smoothed up the insides of my thighs and eased them further apart.
My legs fell open loosely, and I panted as I stared up at the walls of his room, focusing on the Edgar Allen Poe quote about how shadowy and vague the boundaries between the living and the dead were.
At that moment, I completely understood its meaning. The orgasms Damien could give me somehow felt as if they were draining the very life force from me, leaving me barely conscious and hardly hanging on. It made total sense why some called them the little death.
I wanted that again, wanted that nearly out-of-body experience of dangling on the brink of existence.
When I could feel it stirring to the surface, all my vitality gathering and converging to the center of my body, I tightened in preparation, only to shake my head and push at Damien’s shoulders.
“Wait, wait…”
Because I wanted it all. I wanted him buried so deep that all I could feel was him.
He pulled back immediately and looked up, his gaze dazed and wild, his lips wet and shiny. His pupils were dilated, the black in them nearly swallowing all the whiskey. But he’d stopped.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding concerned. His large, warm hand slid over my hip in comfort. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, of course,” I rasped, out of breath and already tugging at his shoulders. “I just… I need you inside me. I don’t want to be empty when…” I thrashed my head, losing the words, so I just begged, “Damien, please…”
He nodded, already in action, kicking off his pants and returning to me. He came over me, his mouth near mine and his hips slotting their way between my thighs.
I whimpered gratefully when I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. He gripped my face in both hands and pressed his brow to mine as he shifted into position. Now, all he had to do was drive forward, and I’d be in heaven.
