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His hands moved up her back in a possessive slide, tunnelling into the long lengths of her hair as he slanted his mouth to both offer and take more. Her mouth opened beneath his, an invitation for the advent of his tongue which he accepted without hesitation. And his tongue playing against hers sent tendrils of electric sensation shooting in all directions, pressing her close to melting point.
She had not thought it a foregone conclusion that she would spend the night with him, but in that instant she knew there could be no other. They had set something alight that needed to burn itself out. Names, the past—all of it was suddenly irrelevant. All that mattered was that there was him and there was her. And they had found one another.
They had known each other less than twenty-four hours, and yet Carrie felt sheknewhim. She felt an ease with him that she had not been able to find with any member of the opposite sex since Nate. It felt as if she had been waiting for him, for this moment, this merging, for ever.
Her back bumped against something solid—the wall, she assumed dizzily—and then Damon’s lips were running down her neck, his mouth wet and hot against her throat, and his hand was taking advantage of the low cut of her dress to slide inside and cradle her breast. After being untouched for so many years, she felt the skin-to-skin contact as a shock, and a startled gasp spilt from her lips.
Damon stilled. He didn’t remove his hand—in fact his fingertips continued to stroke gently up and down the side of her breast—but he drew his head back just enough to allow his eyes to probe hers.
‘Too fast? Do you want me to stop?’
‘No.’ The word fell instantly from her lips, but the shadow of a question lingered in his expression. ‘I... It’s just been a while since I’ve been with anyone.’
A beat passed as Damon scrutinised her expression. ‘Are you sure this is what you want?’ he asked, obviously ready to take a step back even as his eyes burned.
It only made her more certain.
‘Yes.’ The hand curled around his cheek guided his mouth back down to hers. ‘I want this,’ she breathed between light kisses. ‘I wantyou.’
I need you, she thought, with even more desperation.
This time when their lips caught Damon emitted a throaty growl and trapped her mouth beneath his, making the stroke of his lips slow, but deep. Carrie felt the effects of it all the way down in her stomach, and even lower in the sudden, insistent thrumming of her pelvis.
As he once again commanded the capitulation of her body, evoking feeling in every single cell she possessed, the fingers curled around her breast slowly began to explore her sensitivity. He brushed the pad of his thumb across her nipple and Carrie moaned into his mouth, bracing herself against the wall as his skilled fingers advanced to pinch and play.
Her hand curled around his shoulder tightened, and his tender exploration of her mouth quickly turned into a heated exchange that his tongue turned into a merciless plunder. Carrie loved every second of it. Being wanted so fiercely. Having someone be this greedy for her.
And then Damon’s mouth was replacing his fingers over her breast. The straps of her dress had slipped from her shoulders, revealing her chest to the air, and Damon fastened his lips around her nipple, licking and flicking and sucking in a tantalising rhythm that had her head knocking against the wall and her teeth biting down on her lip, fighting the cries of hunger and madness building in her throat.
She could not fathom the forces he was unleashing within him. Could not understand how his worship of her breast sent her hips arching forward, rocking to a rhythm of their own. Could not figure out how he was making her bodyhis. It did not seem plausible that the feelings pulsing through her could be real. Surely such delight, such brazen passion, could only belong in a dream or a fantasy. But she was both awake and alive, and Damon’s incredible touch was driving her to places she hadn’t known existed.
His mouth came back to hers and her body shaped itself to the hard planes of his. She was aware of the solid ridge of arousal just below his waist. She wanted to feel more of it. All of it. She was nowhere near experienced enough to be sexually confident, and whatever confidence she had once gained had been neutralised by Nate’s deception, but in that moment it did not worry her. Everything with Damon was so instinctual—as if her body recognised him, recognised what to do.
Moving on that instinct, she brought her leg up, so their centres rubbed against each other. Damon’s body acted on the same impulse, his hands shaping her bottom and pulling her against him, and the lethal rock of his hips against hers had her edging closer and closer to the beckoning oblivion.
They were scorching the air around them. Damon couldn’t recall a time when he had been such a slave to his desires. He was controlled by one need and one only—the need for revenge. Very little else registered. Not hunger or thirst or desire. He ate and drank because food and water were placed in front of him. He took a woman to bed as an outlet—for relaxation and release. But he washungeringfor Carrie. Greedy for her. Not only did he ache to know the secrets of her body, he craved the taste of her as if it had become his one and only life source.
A fire was beating through his blood that had been started by her and could only be quelled by her. He felt the flames of the gathering inferno lick higher as they moved together, his tongue sliding into the sweet cavern of her mouth, and he was unable to stop the thrust of his hips against hers as the honeyed taste of her on his lips made him crazy with longing, urging him to seek and take more of the delights she presented.
His hands slid down her back and curved around her perfectly shaped butt, pulling her in tight to his erection. And, feeling the answering way she moulded herself to him, Damon knew he could not wait another second to see more of her.
Pulling back, he smiled and tugged her along the terrace, reaching behind him to push open the doors that led into the master suite. As soon as she was inside the darkened room his fingers located the discreet fastenings of the dress and undid them. The dress slid down her body to pool at her feet.
Damon would have been lying if he’d claimed he had not envisaged undressing her when he had first pictured her in the dress, but the reality wildly surpassed the fantasy. Now Carrie was bare but for a pink lace thong and the strappy stilettoes and, looking at her, Damon couldn’t catch his breath. He wasn’t sure he even remembered how to breathe.
Her skin was flushed, glowing, and her eyes were dazzlingly bright. She watched him, watching her, her breathing shallow, and knowing that she wanted this with the same hunger and desperation that was driving him was a satisfaction Damon had not anticipated. Never had he expected to feel a connection so strong to another person. A connection that was so elemental.
She was like heaven on earth. One tiny piece of serenity and bliss amongst the blackness, the desolation and the pain. But if that tragedy, the anger and the pain, had been what he needed to experience in order to be in the time and place to meet her, then Damon felt he could accept that.
For her, everything might have been worth it.
Lowering his head, he pressed teasingly light kisses along her jaw, down her neck to her collarbone, feeding off the gasps of pleasure that broke from her lips. Her whole body quivered and Damon brought his mouth back to hers, swinging her up into his arms to carry her to the large bed.
Instantly he was mourning the loss of her body against his as he stepped back to rid himself of his own clothes. And as he did so he thought of all the ways he wanted to tease and touch her, pleasure her, this woman who had infiltrated his mind, his blood, his dreams, and whose body he could not wait to bury himself inside.
As she watched him undress, it felt to Carrie as if she was burning up from the inside out. First his shirt was dropped to the floor, revealing a solid expanse of chiselled chest and stomach, and then he was sliding his trousers over his strong legs, leaving only a pair of snug black boxer shorts on his body.
She could not draw her eyes away from his muscled physique and his skin which glowed with a godlike golden sheen. This feeling for him—it went way beyond lust. Deeper than desire. She did not know what to call it, but it had her reaching for him urgently as he came back to the bed, catching him between her open arms as he covered her body with his own. And then he was kissing her again, his hands moving over her with a reverent touch. A touch that was healing.
