“She told me he was great in bed,” I lied, hating the expression on his face. It was like he’d been punched in the gut. “He came back after you left, and I ended up walking the streets until the morning because they were so loud that I couldn’t sleep, and I couldn’t bear to be in the same apartment as her.” I sighed.
The strap to my camisole slipped off my shoulder, and Damen’s wild eyes followed it.
“That’s why she’s not here. I asked her to leave. I can’t stand what she did to you. I would never do that to you, Damen.”
Damen’s gaze was still on my strap.
On the pale flesh of my body.
His thumb slid along my soft skin as he pushed it back up, but he didn’t release the material from his grasp. Instead he held onto it, holding it delicately between his thumb and forefinger. I shuddered, my nipples hardening more and poking at the thin fabric.
I reached over and placed a hand on his thigh, stroking along the thick muscles that twitched beneath the denim fabric of his jeans. I fluttered my lashes, playing coy when really I was a vixen ready to pounce. But with Damen I needed to take things slow, let him make the decisions, because otherwise he’d resent me instead of wanting me. Instead of needing me like I needed him.
“I want you to fuck me, Damen. Use me, use my body.” The words came out carefully, my tone even and his gaze met mine again, his pupils dilating.
“I can’t,” he mumbled.
I moved my hand to the hard bulge in his jeans. “You can. Fuck Louise out of your system. I want you to.” I rubbed over his length harder this time and he groaned, finally releasing the strap of my camisole. His other hand moved to the other strap and he gently pushed it down off my shoulders.
“I can’t,” Damen said again.
My camisole fell to my waist, revealing my breasts and hard rosebud nipples. “Yes, you can. You deserve to. You deserve me. So use me. Abuse me. Fuck me hard and soft and everything in between, Damen. I want you to.”
Chapter Eight
His eyes flashed like violent lightening as he reached over, wrapping a large hand around the back of my head and pulling me to him. Our mouths came together in a clash of lips, teeth, and tongue. I could taste the alcohol on his breath, as he panted heavily against my lips, his mouth taking a moment as he pressed his forehead against mine.
I reached up, running my fingers through his too long hair. “It’ll be okay,” I soothed, tightening my grip and tipping his head back so I could take his mouth with mine again.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he groaned as I climbed on to his lap, “not until I know what’s happening with Louise and I.”
“It’s over. She’s a whore,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist. I pressed down against his hard length and he groaned his arms reaching up around my body. “I’m here for you though.” I rocked gently back and forth on him, enjoying the friction the denim gave me and he hissed into my hair as he buried his face against the soft skin of my neck.
“I like that,” he murmured, and I moaned in agreement.
“Let me make you feel good, Damen. Let me make the pain go away.”
His hands found their way to my waist and he pushed me back and forth roughly on him, desperate for more. I dipped my mouth to his, kissing him as my hands fumbled against the buckle of his belt, unfastening it with urgency. The button fought me, but the zipper slid down easily.
“Anna,” he moaned into my mouth as my hand slid around his hard length. I pumped him, feeling the ridges of his cock in my hand.
My heart thumped wildly in my chest. This was finally happening. I was finally getting my man and there was nothing Louise or anyone else could do about it. Our tongue swirled over each other, wine and beer and lust passing between us.
I lifted myself up onto my knees and he shoved his pants down his legs before sliding my silk shorts to one side, and then I was lowering myself carefully down onto him. I didn’t want to rush this. I wanted to enjoy every second as he filled me, stretching me wide as his length pushed into me. I whimpered as my small body got accustomed to his girth, and he waited patiently for me. His cock twitching as he settled inside of me.
Damen filled me completely. He was hot, hard and delicious and I groaned into the air as I began to rock on him. My chest heaved as he leaned forwards and sucked my nipple into his mouth, his tongue rolling around the hard bud. My hands stayed in his hair, pressing him into my chest, watching my breast surround his face.
“Fuck, Anna,” he gasped as I moved harder on him. Rocking my hips back and forth violently so that every muscle inside me gripped him tightly, holding on to him as we fucked.
His hands slid around my back as he nipped at my nipples and he squeezed at my ass cheeks, a low rumble coming from deep within his chest. The stirrings of an orgasm began in my lower belly, and I arched my back, grinding down on him deeper so he’d hit the spot that made lights flash behind my eyes.
Damen’s hands gripped my waist and he lifted me up and off him and I whimpered as he slid out of me to lay me down on the sofa. His large body covered my small one and he pushed himself back in. His hands on my legs spread me wide and he began to fuck into
