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Damien seems to sense my reaction because he pulls me impossibly closer, eliminating any space between us. I can feel the hard length of his cock pressing into my belly and I have to stifle a whimper.
"I want it too," I admit breathlessly.
His eyes blaze with renewed hunger and he claims my mouth again in a bruising kiss. Our kiss is all teeth and tongues, messy and needy.
I clutch at the hard planes of his back as Damien grinds his hips against me. I gasp into his mouth, the delicious friction sending sparks of pleasure radiating through me.
I wrap one leg around his thigh, craving more of that maddening friction. My entire body is thrumming with arousal, every nerve ending alight and hypersensitive to his touch.
I can taste the faint hint of red wine on his tongue as it slides against my own. Holding him close, unwilling to let this moment end.
The rational part of my brain is screaming at me to stop, to push him away before this goes too far. But the rest of me, the part that's been longing for his touch, craves this connection like oxygen.
Damien breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed against mine as we both struggle to catch our breath. His olive eyes blaze with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.
"This is when you tell me to stop," he rasps, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me.
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my ears. Every instinct is screaming at me to let him go, to protect myself from the inevitable heartbreak that will follow. Damien is a complication I can't afford, not with my career hanging by a thread.
But as I gaze into the depths of those smoldering eyes, I know I'm already in too deep. I'm utterly captivated by this man, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
"I can't," I whisper, my voice trembling with longing. "I don't want you to stop."
A slow, predatory smile curves Damien's lips as he pulls me back into his embrace. This time, the kiss is unhurried, sensual, his mouth moving over mine with a practiced confidence that has me melting against him.
My back arches as his hands roam over the curves of my body, his touch searing through the thin fabric of my tank top. I can feel the hard planes of his chest, the flex of muscle beneath his crisp dress shirt as he presses me into the kitchen counter.
This is madness. I barely know this man, yet every cell in my body is crying out to be claimed by him. The heat building between us is all-consuming, threatening to incinerate every rational thought in its path.
Damien's lips blaze a trail of fire along my jawline, down the slender column of my throat. I tilt my head back with a breathy sigh, giving him better access as his teeth graze my racing pulse point.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low, velvet caress. "From the moment I saw you on that stage, you bewitched me."
A whimper escapes my lips as his mouth finds that sensitive spot just below my ear. My nails dig into the hard muscles of his back, clinging to him as waves of desire crash over me.
"Damien..." I breathe his name like a prayer, a plea for mercy against this exquisite torture.
His hands slide beneath the hem of my tank top, calloused fingertips tracing the bare skin of my waist, my ribs. The contact is electric, setting every nerve ending ablaze with yearning.
"I want to taste every inch of you," he growls, his words a dark promise that sends a delicious shiver racing through me. "I want to make you come undone beneath my hands, my mouth..."
Oh god. The raw sensuality of his words has heat pooling between my thighs. I can feel the damp evidence of my arousal as I shift restlessly against him, silently begging for the friction I so desperately crave.
Damien's hand cups the back of my neck, holding me in place as he claims my lips once more. This kiss is all-consuming, a searing brand that marks me as his. I can taste the salt of my own desire on his tongue as it plunders the depths of my mouth.
My hips roll against his of their own accord, seeking that delirious friction. Damien lets out a guttural groan, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass as he grinds his evident arousal against me.
"Easy, beautiful," he pants against my lips. "Let me take care of you first."
His hand trails a blazing path down my body, nimble fingers popping the button of my jeans. I suck in a sharp breath as he slowly, torturously, lowers the zipper, the sound deafening in the charged silence.
Damien holds my gaze as he slips his hand beneath the denim, his eyes darkening to smoldering obsidian as he discovers the damp heat waiting for him. A low, primal groan rumbles from deep in his chest.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he rasps, his voice gravelly with lust. "Is this what you want, Andrea? My fingers buried deep inside that tight little pussy?"
A strangled whimper is all I can manage as his fingers brush against my aching clit. He captures my lips in another scorching kiss, swallowing my cries of pleasure as he begins a maddeningly slow exploration.
This is unlike anything I've ever experienced.
