Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
His mouth lifted from her and he rasped out, "Angie."
She sucked in a breath and pulled her hand away from his hair and put it back where he demanded.
He rewarded her instantaneously with the rasp of his tongue up and down, swirling over her in a dedicated motion. She cried out, knowing she was close, and when he released one breast and brought his hand between her legs, she took a quick intake of breath.
His finger stalled at her opening and he lifted his mouth from her. "Look at me."
Angie opened her eyes and looked down and the erotic picture he made kneeling between her thighs almost did her in. She hung on a precipice as she watched him. "Don't take your eyes off me, understand?" His nostrils flared and she nodded her head in a quick little motion.
He took his finger away from her just long enough to bring it to his mouth, and with his eyes on hers, he stuck it inside his mouth, all the way to his knuckle and then brought it back out again, now glistening with warm moisture.
Her stomach clenching, waves of anticipation rushing through her, he brought it between her thighs again, ready to impale her. He squeezed her nipple in a repeated motion while she stared down at him, and as her eyes glazed, he mumbled in a roughened tone, "Make you come, baby. Want you to feel it before I fuck you."
His inflammatory words rushing through her, her eyes closed reflexively, and within seconds, much to her delight, his finger plunged inside and his teeth captured her clit and began scraping against her.
The quakes moving through her body intensified, a coil held her muscles in a tightened grip and she tingled from head to foot. His mouth lapping at her, his finger stroking in and out, and his fingers pinching her nipple with the exact, perfect pressure she needed, she exploded under his hands, waves of heat vibrating around her. Held in a fierce grip by the erotic rhythm of the powerful orgasm, it was many seconds before Angie opened her eyes and looked down.
What she saw almost unbuckled her knees. If she hadn't had the door at her back to stabilize her, she would have fallen to the ground at his feet. Damian sat on his haunches between her thighs, his mouth glistening from her juices, a feral expression stamped on his face. He released her from his intimate hold while she tried to catch her breath, but before she could, he came to his full height and swept her up into his arms.
With an arm under her back and one under her legs, he carried her over to the bed and dumped her there. As he kept his eyes trained on her without moving, he stripped himself of all clothes with harsh, economical movements. Looking back at her, he asked in a primitive, guttural voice, "Did you like that?"
Catching her breath, she could only nod her head as excitement began to build, once again, in the pit of her stomach.
As he placed a knee on the bed, he said, "That's good, baby. That's real good, because now it's my turn."
As a seductive sizzle flowed between them, Angie noticed a small difference in his demeanor and words. His motions weren't as smooth as they usually were, and he left out one small word from his sentence. The word 'okay' was missing at the end, two little syllables that would have made the sentence a question.
He wasn't asking her, he was telling her.
Before she could think much about it, her thoughts scattered as he crawled on top of her on all fours. She was flat on her back and he paused as he came over her, his knees on either side of her hips and his palms pressed flat into the mattress on either side of her head.
His gaze clung to hers, his nostrils flaring. The look in his eyes was territorial, possessive, aggressive.
He looked down and with rapid movements, he released her bra and tossed it away. A slight frown furrowed between his brows as he studied her breasts. A single finger ran over the pale swells. "Did I hurt you?"
Angie glanced down and saw his attention focused on the red lines where the elastic of her bra had bitten into her skin and left an angry mark. She hadn't even realized it was there; she'd certainly never felt any pain. "No."
His palms fell back on either side of her head and with a movement that brought his muscles into sudden prominence, he bent down and ran his tongue over the imperfection on her breast, as if to soothe her, or to make it go away. Angie was pierced with a raw arrow of pleasure. Not sexual pleasure, the emotions running through her veins were more complicated than that. She was feeling emotional pleasure from his concern.