Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes. “This isn’t funny, Damien.”
His smile fades. “No, Frankie, it’s no laughing matter.” He presses his forehead to mine in a sweet gesture that squeezes at my heart, letting out a heavy sigh as his hands slide down my hair to cup my face. “No one has ever said those words to me before and it threw me for a loop.”
My heart stops at his words, and I pull back just enough to look into his eyes. “Never?”
He shrugs. “My mother, of course, but she died when I was a child, so it’s been a really long time.”
How can it be that no one has ever told a man like Damien, so brilliant and charming and beautiful, that he was loved? “It’s unbelievable.” I give him a small smile, but it’s sad. “It just doesn’t seem possible.” I want to ask so much more about his mother and his childhood, but I kind of feel like the time isn’t right.
“Maybe,” he answers with a gentle smile. “Or maybe you’re the only one smart enough to see beneath the billionaire businessman.”
Oh, how I desperately want that to be true. “I am pretty damn smart,” I say, to inject some levity into the moment.
“That you are.” His lips brush softly against mine. “Stay,” he whispers the command so gently it’s almost as if he’s giving me a choice, but that low, slightly husky order offers no chance to argue, reject or deny his desires.
Still, I need to know. “You want me to stay?” I hate how uncertain, almost needy I sound, but it’s how I feel.
Damien shakes his head. “I don’t just want it, Francesca. I need it. I need you.” His hands are gentle as they mold over my curves before settling on my hips.
That’s all I need to hear before I attack his mouth, flicking my tongue against his lips, teasing until he groans, and his fingertips dig into my hips. He pulls me close, and I feel him instantly hard against me as I lick his lips and then the seam until he opens up and our tongues collide. It’s electric, it’s fucking combustible the moment our tongues touch and begin the dance we’re getting so good at when we’re together.
Damien growls before pulling me close and leaning me back so he’s fully in control of the kiss. I submit easily, pushing my hips against his with a soft moan at the way his cock feels, hard and tempting as hell. “Damien.”
“Now, Francesca.” His eyes are black with desire, his jaw carved out of stone as he grips my hand and drags me from the kitchen, but we make it no further than the living room before his mouth is on mine once more.
I’m pressed between Damien and the wall, and there’s no place else I’d rather be. He applies just enough pressure against my chest to steal my breath. “You smell so good.” He inhales deeply before nibbling the sensitive skin on my neck. “So soft.”
“Damien,” I moan, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as I lose myself in the taste of him. His kiss is hot, dizzying, and desire surges through me, wild and uncontrollable.
He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “So fucking mine.”
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. Had I ever wanted to be possessed by someone so completely in my whole damn life?
No, I haven’t. Even now, the way I feel about Damien is exhilarating and terrifying all at once. The next breath stutters out of me as his lips and his tongue trace my collarbone and up the other side of my neck before nibbling my earlobe. “Damien.”
“I mean it, Francesca. You are mine.” His tone is fierce and the way he touches my body is possessive, borderline obsessive, and I fucking love it. I love the way he undresses me, as if he’s so hungry for me that my clothes are just another obstacle to getting what he really wants.
“Mine,” he whispers, wrapping the pink silk panties around his wrist. His hungry gaze, as I stand here naked, turns me into a puddle of goo. “Say it.”
“Yours, Damien. I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are.” His mouth lands on the racing pulse in the center of my throat where he swirls his tongue around, teasing me until I let out a soft growl of needy pleasure. He leaves a trail of kisses down my chest, stopping at the space between my breasts. His tongue flicks against the skin covering my sternum while his hands knead my breasts and then his fingers pinch my nipples.
“Yes!” The shout of pleasure echoes against the wall before a wild growl escapes when he rolls the hard nubs between his thumb and forefinger. “Damien.”
His mouth takes over for one hand, leaving that hand free to slide down my body and play in the wetness between my thighs. I’m wet and pulsing and the feel of his tongue curling around my nipple is pushing me closer and closer to ecstasy. He growls, sinking his teeth into my nipple and I push forward, silently urging him to give me some relief.