Chapter 32
“Then tell me, little mate. Why do I smell your arousal?”
The words hit me like a bolt of lightning.
I inhale sharply, my breath shaky, as I shake my head so hard that I swear it might fall off. I want to speak, to explain myself, but when I open my mouth, no words come out. My lips move, but I sound like a fish gasping for air. My face burns in the speed of light.
He can smell my aroucal
My heart sinks, and 1 squeere my eyes shut, refusing to look at him. But I can feel the teasing energy radiating from him, the corner of his lips curving into a smirk that only makes my embarrassment vorur.
This is a nightmare.
“Open your eyes,” Damien commands, his voice low and steady. My breath catches in my throat as I feel his fingers gently lift my chin, guiding my face upward. He strokes my bottom lip slowly, almost rhythmically, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
My eyes sa
snap open, and I gasp when I see that he’s already inches away. Without a word, Damien closes the gap between us, his lips crashing against mine. He pulls me tighter against him, one hand firmly resting on my waist, while the other moves to the back of my head, tugging me closer to hm
My eyes widen, and for a brief moment, I freere, unable to move. But then his hand on my waist slides lower, his grip tightening, he effortlessly lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. Without hesitation, he deepens the kiss and my body responds to him
My eyes flutter closed, and without realizing it. I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me. His lips are warm and firm against mine, drawing a soft moan from me when he grinds against me.
I can feel i
The hardness of his bulge pressing against my heated core.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice low and I know he can feel and scent it too. Me, growing wetter with every passing second. His hands grip me firmly. holding me in place as he breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless. Yet, he doesn’t stop. His hips continue to move, grinding against me, ensuring 1 feel every inch of his hardness
A whimper escapes my lips, followed by shallow pants at the loss of his mouth on mine. But before I can even take a breath, his lips are on my neck. trailing kisses and nibbling along the sensitive skin. My head tilts back on instinet. A sharp breath slips from my lips as he finds a spot that sends pare bliss coursing through my body, I swear I start seeing stars.
The way his lips explore, the way his hands roam possessively over my body, and the way he grinds into me–it’s overwhelming. He wants me. Truly wants me. And for the first time, someone is touching me like they mean it. Like I’m all they’ve ever wanted
“Damien.” The name falls from my lips in a breathless mean as I hold him tighter. I’m practically dripping, and at this point, I want nothing more
than to feel him.
I feel a smirk spreading across his lips as he leans away from my neck, moving to my car, and whispers.
“Do you want me, lule mate! Do you want me to make you feel good, leave
we you a breathless mess?” He punctuates each word with a rough grind of his hips, making me bite my bottom lip
“Because if you do,” he continues, “all you have to do is say the word, and your
wish i
is my command.”
“P–please.” The word tumbles out before I can stop myself. Every part of me screams to hold back, to stop, but an overwhelming urge forces me to continue. “I need;
I you so bad. Please, Damien, I need you inside me”
This time, there is no teasing smirk or words. Instead, he is facing me with an intense gaze that makes me freeze, I am about to say something but another sheering kiss stops my words and before I can even react, he pulls me away from the wall and carries me to his bed, placing it on me gently
“Mmm.” I moan softly, spreading my legs wider as his hand trails down, slipping beneath my dress.
The gap that escapes me is swallowed by his kiss as has thumb finds my soaked panties, rubbing me skillfully. Pleasure courses through me. making my pussy throb and leaving me even wetter with every deliberate motion.
Chapter 32
He pulls away, and I instinctively close my eyes, tiling my head back while my hands grip the sheets tightly. The cool air brushes against my skin as he sides my panties down, leaving me hare and exposed before him.
“Fuck,” he matters, his voice dripping with desire. My face flushes red, and I lift my head, curious to see the expression he’s making. But the moment his fingers find their way to my pussy, my head falls back against the bed, a soft gup escaping my lips as pleasure washes over me.
His thumb strokes me first–not too slow, not too fast–just the perfect pace to make my hips buck against him, desperate for more. Moans spill from my lips like a plea, urging him on
Then his fingers follow, sliding inside me. He moves them in and out with ease, spreading my walls apart with his thick fingers, drawing out sounds of pure pleasure from me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Everything about you–your body, your scent–drives me insane, Damien murmurs, leaning closer to my car. His voice is low, barely above a whisper, and it sends shivers racing through my body.
“Damien.” It’s all I can manage, his name slipping from my lips as his fingers continue their torturous rhythm. He chuckles sofily, the sound laced with amusement, as though my vulnerability delights him.
“You’re perfect,” he repeats, “but the real question is–can you handle the real thing”
His tongue grazes the shell of my ear, his words sending a jolt of anticipation through me. But before I can fully process what he means, his fingers slip out, leaving me empty and aching for more.
He lifts me effortlessly, and before I can catch my breath, my dress is ripped from me in one swift motion. The sound of fabric tearing barely registers before his clothes follow, hitting the floor in a heap
My mouth falls open in shock as my eyes take in his body–ioned, sculpted, and utterly breathtaking. I never would’ve guessed he was hiding all of that beneath his usual baggy clothes, but here he is, every inch of him a masterpice.
“Wow“The word slips out before I can stop it, my voice in awe. That’s all I can manage to my as I gawk at him.
“You see something you like?” he teases, raising a brow at me. Instantly, my face turns red, and I quickly try to shift my gaze elsewhere, but my eyes unwillingly fall lower.
And there it is–hard and firm, undeniable in its size and presence. My breath catches, and despite my best efforts, I find myself gawking at him yet again, unable to look away.
“Naughty girl,” he smiles, his gaze playful as he pulls me toward him, gently laying me back on the bed.
My eyes widen in realization, and a wave of shock hits me like a slap to the face. I’m naked. Damien is naked. And we’re on his bed.
want to get up and resist now that I’ve come back to my senses, but he holds me in place, spreading my legs farther apart before placing soft, counting kateron mny chest.
I find myself drawing in a shaky breath, and as he murmurs, I realize I might have done something I’ll probably regret later. But right now, I want nothing else but him.
“Let me make you feel good, little mate. Let me pleasure
he you.
I let him.
Fuck, Flora. You’re such a fool for getting so easily seduced.
AD
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