Chapter 12 #2
His tongue sweeps along my lower lip, seeking rather than taking.
I part for him, and a low growl escapes his throat, vibrating between us.
His hands slide down my spine to settle at the small of my back, pulling me against him until our hips meet.
My breath catches, and my legs turn liquid beneath me.
Stop. Pull away.
The words echo in my head, but my hands betray me, my treacherous fingers reaching up for the silver threading his temples, the hair I’ve been dying to touch since setting my damn eyes on him.
His impeccable styling, so pristine an hour ago, crumbles beneath my touch, and satisfaction blazes through me, as intoxicating as the whiskey on his breath.
Desire unfurls, restraint melting like honey between us as the kiss deepens. We breathe together, sharing the same heated air, mouths fusing in an unhurried rhythm. His teeth catch my upper lip, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp.
His arms lock around me, and the hard outline of his arousal presses against my abdomen.
My back curves toward him, my body arching of its own accord.
He growls low in his throat and pushes me backward, step by step, until glass meets my spine.
The sudden chill against my bare skin makes me gasp, the contrast of the cold window and my scorching flesh enough to steal my breath.
He tilts my chin up, drawing me back to his mouth, and a slow fire ignites. The gentle pressure becomes something richer as the kiss turns languid. This is what I love about kissing, tongue stroking tongue in a dance that echoes deeper hungers.
His hands slide into my hair before trailing down my neck and spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake, to grip my hips.
His fingers dig in, sending sparks across my skin.
The touch burns familiar, like my body already knows the shape of his hands.
My nails find the nape of his neck as he claims my mouth with his.
He breaks away to trace my jaw with his lips.
“Damien…” His name escapes on a breath.
“Do you want to stop?” The words vibrate against my racing pulse. He nips with careful pressure, and shivers cascade along my spine.
My mind screams to flee, to remember the wolf waiting at home. But fire races through my veins, drowning out reason, even as guilt claws at my throat.
“We should slow down.”
He draws back just enough to meet my eyes. He’s no longer the composed executive but a man raw and unleashed.
“Slow down.” His lips twist with dark promise. “Not stop.”
My thoughts scatter as he sinks down. The powerful, untouchable Damien Wolfe on his knees before me. Air vanishes from my lungs.
His fingertips ghost beneath my dress, trailing heat up my calves, then my thighs. My core clenches as my dress climbs higher, and my chest stutters. He’s going to expose me here, pressed against glass, while the city lights witness everything.
His fingers dance higher on my thighs, burning away every coherent thought about why this is madness. Silk bunches at my waist, the fabric caught on the flare of my hips.
“Tell me to stop, Luna.” His thumbs graze the lace of my panties. “Tell me, and I will.”
My stomach tightens. I should insist he take me home, where in only a few hours I’ll be coming so hard I’ll forget all about Damien Wolfe. But my voice has fled, and the words won’t come.
“Your silence tells me everything.” His fingers curl into the waistband. “But I need to hear you say it, Luna. I need to know you want this as much as I do.”
The formality and his insistence on my explicit consent move me in ways I don’t expect. My chin drops.
“I want this. But I’m terrified.”
“Of me?” Lines crease between his brows.
“Of how much I want you. Of what this means.”
Warmth softens his features even as his eyes flame hotter. “We don’t have to define this right now. Tonight is for pleasure. Yours and mine.”
The lace whispers down my legs, a slow glide that makes my pulse stutter. His eyes stay fixed on mine, refusing to look away even as the fabric descends. Cool air kisses my exposed flesh, raising goosebumps across my skin. But the real tremors begin when Damien’s lips press against my thigh.
“Step out.”
My feet obey before my brain processes the command. I lift one foot, then the other, careful not to let my heels slip off. He pockets the lace with a grin that burns heat into my cheeks.
Arousal gathers between my thighs, impossible to hide. The exact moment he catches the scent, his eyes go black as they track the flush spreading across my skin.
“Beautiful.”
His palm climbs my calf, leaving fire in its wake. My mouth opens, but his breath against my center steals every word.
“Let me make you feel good, Luna.” Dark eyes hold mine from below. “I want you to come apart for me. Will you let me?”
His request, this seeking of permission I’m not used to, even after I stand here bare before him, proves more intoxicating than his touch.
“Yes.” My fingers dive into his hair again. “Please.”
He parts me with gentle fingers, opening me to his gaze. A whimper tears from my lips as his tongue tastes me for the first time. My head meets the glass behind me with a soft thud.
Damien’s touch carries tenderness wrapped in demand, nothing like my wolf’s devouring need. Even in gentler moments, he’s never this careful. He’s always hungry.
No! Stop thinking about him here.
My fingers clutch Damien’s hair, anchoring me, as heat gathers low in my belly. The dark and silver strands tangle around my knuckles, and my knees shake with the effort to hold me upright.
He lifts my right leg over his shoulder, my thigh pressing against his cheek. He stills, his nose grazing the most sensitive part of me, then he teases with a soft flick of his tongue against it before moving lower.
“So sweet.” The words vibrate against my flesh. “Always so fucking sweet.”
Familiarity echoes in those words, but then his tongue finds my clit, and all thought dissolves. My hips surge forward, seeking more pressure, more friction.
“Patience.” One hand traces my calf, and the other caresses the thigh beside his face. “We’re going to take this slow, remember?”
A moan tears free, pleasure and torment battling in my chest.
“Damien. Please…”
“Please, what? Tell me what you need.”
All thought scatters as his breath warms my center.
“More. I need more.”
“Like this?” His tongue traces one slow path from my entrance to my clit. A cry rips from my chest, fingers clawing at his hair.
“Yes! Like that, please don’t stop.”
But he maintains that maddening pace, gentle strokes that wind tension tighter at the base of my spine.
Just as release hovers within reach, when I balance on the knife’s edge, he withdraws. His nose nudges my clit, his breath a whisper against my wet flesh, pulling me back from the brink.
“Damien.” Desperation bleeds through my voice. “Why are you teasing me?”
“Because I want to savor this.” His lips ghost over my thigh. “I want to remember every sound you make, every tremble of your thighs, every tug of your fingers in my hair. And my name on your lips when you come for me.”
The raw intimacy of his words brings tears to my eyes. “Please. I need to—”
“Not yet.” His voice is firm but gentle. “Not until you’re so desperate that you’ll scream my name when you fall apart.”
He dives back in with renewed purpose, his tongue setting a lazy rhythm that steals my breath. A strong hand lifts my remaining leg, spreading me wide across his shoulders.
“Oh.”
The sound catches in my throat as my fingers clench his hair. His palms cup my ass, holding me steady against the glass.
“I’ve got you, Luna. I won’t let you fall.” His tongue delves inside me. “I’ll never let you fall.”
Those words send tremors through my frame. My body quivers between cold glass and molten heat.
His finger traces my slick folds before sliding deep. A second joins the first, and I arch at the delicious pressure.
He gathers my wetness on the digits before pulling out and sliding lower. His finger circles the tight ring of muscle at the back, pushing inside. The new stretch makes me gasp.
“Oh, God.”
My wolf takes my ass with force and hunger, but never with this careful exploration.
I need to stop this. I’m betraying him. But Damien’s tongue against my clit and finger working deeper erases everything except raw feeling.
My thighs shake against his shoulders, yet he never wavers. Each deliberate flick of his tongue, each gentle thrust of his finger, winds the coil inside me tighter. He works a second finger inside, opening me further. The stretch burns, stoking the inferno in my core.
His tongue traces gentle circles around my clit, and it’s maddening because I crave speed, pressure, and force. But part of me never wants this soft worship to end. He finds every sensitive spot as if he’s mapped my body before, as if he knows exactly how to unravel me.
Pressure mounts like a gathering storm.
“Damien. I’m close. So close.”
My wolf’s brutality has trained my body to expect domination, and this tenderness leaves me hanging.
“Please.” My voice splinters. “I need more.”
His teeth capture my clit, and reality explodes.
Heat and sensation consume everything as my orgasm tears through me in savage waves.
My body convulses against his mouth while a scream rips from my throat, his name echoing off the walls of his penthouse.
I sag against the window, breath coming in sharp bursts.
He doesn’t relent until I push his head away, unable to take anymore.
“Beautiful.” He turns his face, murmuring against my still quivering thigh. “So fucking beautiful when you come.”
His fingers slide free, and he presses a soft kiss to my still-throbbing clit. The contact draws another whimper, another ripple of pleasure-pain. Then he helps me down, steadying me on trembling legs before rising to his feet.