16. Damon
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DAMON
I deposited her on the small ledge in the alcove before stepping between her thighs.
My dick tried to sound the warning bells that I was too far gone to tease her. I was holding on to my control by a thread. When I ran my tongue along her lips, she dragged in a shuddering breath before she gave me access.
God, what was she doing to me?
My erection pressed against the heat of her cleft, and all I could think about was how she would feel when I thrust inside. She gave an involuntary shiver, and I murmured against her lips, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” all the while stealing her breath.
My voice was raspy, the desire nearly choking me.
I slid one hand under her top and up over her rib cage to cup her breast. My other hand inched closer and closer to her heat. Fuck, her skin was so damned soft. Her fingers teased and tantalized, making her breath catch in anticipation and her hips thrust forward.
My hand curled tighter against her breast, gently rolling the nipple between my thumb and fingers, relishing in her muffled moans.
Her hands slid down my shoulders and she tugged at my sweater and shirt with painstaking slowness until she gained access to my skin. Then her hands splayed on my back, and she arched her body into mine.
I returned to the kiss with full force.
Like a man possessed, I took what I wanted. Mine . The primal part of me fought for dominance. The man in me battled for control.
I tangled my hands in her hair and pulled out the tie that held it up, nearly growling in satisfaction at the sound it made when it detached from her hair.
Our moans mingled as she tried to rub herself against my erection, grinding against me like a little vixen. Smiling against her lips, I pried her legs wider and slid my hand into her leggings.
My thumb found drenched satin and slid under the fabric to meet with slippery wetness. Unable to control myself, I trailed down her slit and paused with my thumb pressed against her clitoris.
My dick twitched at the thought of taking her right here.
Fuuuck. My finger just hovered outside her sheath, slowly, purposely dragging her out to the edge of sanity and back to me.
When I pulled away from the kiss, she opened her eyes, which were unfocused with lust.
“Fuck, angel, you are so soft.” My voice was low and husky, filled with need.
I ground my erection against her heat through my pants, and she gasped and whimpered my name in a raspy tone that made me want to forget the outside world in favor of slamming inside this angel.
“Please, Damon,” she pleaded breathlessly.
“Angel—” Fuck, I couldn’t think.
I gripped her thigh and pulled her leg over my hip, positioning her heat where we both wanted it. I slid my thumb in circles over her clit as her hips arched into my hand.
“Oh my... Fuck,” she whispered as my finger rubbed against her slit.
Christ, I was going to lose it.
“Let me feel it, angel. Let go, baby.”
“Oh God, yes!”
She lifted her hips more, trying harder to grind into me, and I pressed her back against the wall, pinning her in place.
“Just a little more, angel,” I begged.
She was about to come; I could feel her body tense and shudder. I slipped one finger inside her tight heat, then another, filling her up, and she clamped down around my fingers.
“I can’t,” she cried out when I hit her G-spot. I pressed deeper, and when my thumb hit her clit again, she came undone.
Wave after wave of pleasure swept through her, and she gasped, her back arching off the wall as my whispered name came tumbling from her lips.