Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I go slow, letting my lips skim over her before I finally taste her, my tongue flicking over her clit in a featherlight touch. Her splayed out on her stomach gives me a different angle as I tease her.
A soft moan escapes her, her hips shifting slightly.
I do it again, this time lingering, flattening my tongue against her, savoring her.
Her body reacts before her mind fully catches up. Her legs part wider, her breathing picking up, her fingers clutching at the sheets.
Then she gasps, and I know she’s finally awake.
“Damian…” Her voice is breathless, a little hazy with sleep, but fuck, it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
I hum against her, my grip tightening on her thighs as I flip her over, pull her closer, burying my face between her legs.
She cries out, her back arching, pushing against me.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her skin before sucking her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue against it until she’s shaking.
“Fuck—” Her hands fly to my hair, tugging, but I don’t stop. If anything, it just makes me hungrier.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, finding that spot that makes her whimper. Her body clenches around me, tight, hot, her thighs trembling as she grinds against my face.
I groan, feeling my cock pulse with need, but I don’t stop. Not until she’s gasping, her entire body going taut as the orgasm rips through her.
Her cries echo through the room, her legs clamping around my head as she shatters. I lap up every drop, dragging it out, making sure she feels every second of it.
By the time she collapses back against the mattress, she’s panting, her body still trembling.
I move up her body, kissing my way up her stomach, her chest, landing at her neck, until I’m hovering over her. She turns her head, her eyes still hazy with pleasure, but there’s a fire in them now.
“Jesus,” she breathes. “What kind of wake-up call was that?”
I smirk, brushing my lips over hers. “The kind that’s not over yet.”
I shift settling between her legs, letting her feel how hard I am, how ready.
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down until our lips meet in a slow, lazy kiss that quickly turns desperate.
“Damian,” she whispers, rocking her hips against me. “I need you.”
That’s all it takes. I push inside her in one slow thrust, groaning as her heat surrounds me.
She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as I start to move, deep and unhurried, taking my time, making her feel every inch of me.
And this time, when we fall apart together, it’s not just about the pleasure.
It’s about something more. Something I’m not ready to name.
But fuck, I feel it.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, my breathing still rough as I roll onto my side, keeping her close. She’s warm, her body pliant from the aftershocks still running through her. I could stay like this all damn day, wrapped around her, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest against mine. But I know if we don’t get up now, I’ll take her again. And as much as I want that, we both need a minute to reset.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I murmur, brushing my fingers over her cheek. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
She blinks up at me, her eyes still heavy with sleep and satisfaction. “You think I can move right now?” She huffs a small laugh, stretching her arms over her head. “I can’t feel my legs.”
A smug grin tugs at my lips. “Damn right, plan to do that every chance I can. But you still gotta get up.”
With a groan, she lets me pull her to her feet, her body pressing against mine as I lead her into the small bathroom attached to my room. I turn the shower on, adjusting the heat before stepping inside, pulling her with me. The water cascades over us, hot and steady, washing away the sweat and the lingering scent of our sex.
She tilts her head back, letting the water drench her hair, and I take the opportunity to run my hands down her body, rubbing slow circles over her shoulders and lower back. She melts into me, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
“This is nice,” she murmurs.
I grab the soap, lathering it between my hands before running them over her skin, taking my time. I start with her arms, then her stomach, then down her hips, memorizing every dip and curve. Her breathing hitches when I slide my hands between her thighs, but I force myself to be patient. She needs this moment to relax.
I turn her around, pulling her back against my chest, and press my lips to the side of her neck as I work the shampoo through her hair. She lets out a contented hum, closing her eyes.