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)
“The suite,” I answer quickly. “The fucking suite. Now.”
I feel a shiver of anticipation as Damien shuts the door behind us. He’s on me in an instant, his hands skillfully removing my clothes until I’m left in just my new blue bra and panties, bought especially for this trip, and my strappy sandals.
“Perfect,” he whispers, his gaze burning into me. “You’re fucking perfect, Frankie.” His words spark something in me, like striking a match to wood, sending fire through my veins. My heart pounds, and my fingers ache to tangle in his hair, to pull him closer.
I let out a nervous giggle, stepping forward and lightly bumping into him. “Oops, almost lost my balance there.” I blame the champagne, which has taken the edge off my nerves. “Hey, you,” I grin up at him, feeling playful and just a little tipsy.
“Hey yourself.” Damien’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he gently guides me to the bed. “I’ve got you.”
“Don’t I know it?” I sink onto the mattress, my legs turning to jello beneath me. “Damien,” I breathe, my voice rough with desire. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I bet I do,” he says and then leaves a trail of soft kisses along my shoulders and collarbone. When his tongue teases the dip between them, my breath catches. His mouth is both a torment and a blessing, making me want more.
As his lips travel further down, each touch feels like a spark igniting something deep inside me. He explores my body with an intensity that makes me feel claimed, his tongue branding me as his. When he reaches the sensitive spot behind my knees, I let out a laugh, a mix of delight and nerves.
“Ticklish?” Damien grins, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Just feels good,” I say, my eyes fluttering closed as I give in to the sensations. My whole body vibrates like a guitar string, every nerve on high alert.
In this moment, my doubts and fears fade into the background. I know Damien wants me with the same intensity that I want him. I can see it in the heated glances he shoots my way, in the possessive way his hands caress my skin.
In the way he’s licking my thighs right now.
I wonder when he’s going to tell me. When is he going to finally admit that he’s in love with me?
“Fuck,” he bites out before he peels his clothes off and tosses them on a chair. He kisses me like I’m everything that matters to him and I arch into him, wrapping my legs around his waist and begging for what we both want.
“Fuck me, Damien.” I push my hips up as I beg him for more. “Please? I need that big. Fat. Cock.”
“I need you too, Frankie.” His palms grip my thighs and spread me wide, teasing me with shallow strokes that stoke the fires inside of me.
A moan slips out, and he stops, adjusting his grip on me so that he’s holding my wrists beneath my thighs. It’s an awkward position and when he sinks deep, it’s absolutely perfect.
“Yes,” I moan.
“So fucking beautiful,” he grunts, gripping me tighter and fucking me with long, deep strokes that touch me all the way to my soul. Over and over again he moves deeper, hitting the magic spot that turns everything to rainbows and fireworks. “Fuck.”
He’s stunning, his face twisted with pleasure as he chases his own high. That chiseled jaw, those eyes like melted gold—seriously, he’s everything I’ve ever wanted. When he leans in, his kiss starts off sweet but quickly turns electric, and then he’s all in, driving into me with a wild intensity. It’s exactly what I need right now. It’s raw, it’s real—Damien completely lost in his desire for me.
Like a beautiful piece of art, I can’t take my eyes off him.
“Frankie.” He grips me hard. The way he holds me feels almost sacred as he pushes me toward another orgasm. “Oh fuck, Francesca.” His movements become frantic, yet he doesn’t pull away, keeping us connected until he finally comes inside me.
We’re tangled together, a sweaty mess of arms and legs, panting and grinning at each other like two lovesick fools.
In love.
“Damien.” My fingers trace down his spine as he gently rolls us over, pulling me half on top of him, that irresistible grin on his face.
His fingers thread through my hair. “Francesca, I’m so crazy about you.”
It might not be love yet, but honestly, at this moment? It’s more than enough.
I laugh and slide my hand down his body, stopping just before his cock, still sticky from my juices. “Show me.”
“Oh, I plan to,” he moans, kissing me until I’m wet and hungry for him.
For more.
For everything.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Frankie
I wake up disoriented, my head pounding and my mouth dry. Panic rises in my chest as I realize I don’t know where I am. I bolt upright, trying to figure out where I am, but my thoughts are hazy.