When her body slumps back against the bed, my lips curve up into a victorious smile.
“Two can play this game,” I murmur as I lean forward to claim Winter's mouth so I can feel her breaths rush over mine. “You can’t win, Princess. Not against me.”
Chapter 18
WINTER
I must be sick because it’s one hell of a turn-on to fight Damien in bed.
The corner of my mouth lifts as I push against him, trying to get him onto his back. The man is a mountain, though, and I quickly give up.
It makes him chuckle into my mouth before his tongue sweeps over mine. Feeling his naked body pressing against mine makes me tremble for more.
The kiss grows rough until my lips are tingling from the friction. I move my hands to Damien’s chest and slowly brush my palms over his skin as I drink in the feel of every rippling muscle.
His body. God, his body. Just looking at him in all his naked glory was enough to make my ovaries go up in flames, and now I get to touch him.
By the time I reach his abs, I’m almost drunk on the feel of him. I keep going lower, my fingers dancing over the chiseled curves of his hips. My temperature spikes, and I’m in danger of overheating as I flatten my hands over his ass.
Damien reaches down, and grabbing hold of my thighs, he yanks my legs open. Instantly his hard length settles against my pulsing core.
My mind clouds over with lust, and I whimper into his mouth. In return, his teeth tugs at my bottom lip, and he presses his cock hard against my sensitive flesh.
The trembling in my body grows as I pass the point of fighting for control. I just want Damien inside me.
God, fuck me already.
Instead of getting what I want, Damien breaks the kiss, and locking his burning gaze with mine, he slowly begins to rub his cock against me.
I need more. So much more.
I widen my legs as much as I can, giving Damien full access.
Still, he doesn’t thrust inside me but instead sets my body alight with need as he keeps slowly rubbing his thick length against me.
I dig my nails into his ass, and it only makes his lips curve up.
“Submit,” he growls, the sound of his low voice making my abdomen clench.
For a moment, the head of his cock flirts with my opening, but then he goes back to stroking my clit.
When I tilt my hips up for more friction, Damien pulls away. His lips brush over the side of my neck until he reaches the scar, and then he sucks hard. I gasp as my fingers move up the wide expanse of his back.
Damien moves lower, placing soft bites over my collar bone and down to my breasts. When his mouth finds my nipple, he sucks it hard into his mouth. There’s a sharp twinge before he soothes my pebbled flesh with his tongue and lips. He keeps repeating the action until I’m breathlessly arching myself, shoving my breasts shamelessly into his face.
It makes a low growl build in Damien’s throat, and when the sound ripples over his lips, he moves down to my stomach. His tongue lashes at my skin, his teeth nipping as he works his way down to my clit.
My entire body tightens, and my hips bow off the bed as I once again press myself into his face. I grab hold of the back of his head with the full intention of keeping him imprisoned between my thighs so I can ride his mouth until I orgasm. But my strength is nothing compared to Damien’s. He only bites me softly before easily pulling free of my hold and crawling back up my body.
I let out a frustrated groan, making the corner of his mouth lift in a ravenous smirk.
“Submit, Princess,” he growls as he braces his body over mine.
I almost give in but manage to shake my head as my eyes drift down his muscled body until settling on his hard length.
I begin to reach for him, but he grabs hold of my hand and pins it down above my head. Shaking his head, he settles himself between my legs and rests his full weight on me.
It feels glorious.
“You want my cock,” he murmurs as he nips at my mouth. “Admit it, Princess. You need me to fuck you.”
Again I manage to shake my head. Just barely, though.
As punishment, his hips rock forward, his erection rubbing my clit into a frenzy.
With my free hand, I grab hold of his ass again, but Damien takes that hand too and effortlessly pins it next to the other above my head. With one hand, he keeps hold of my wrists, and with a wolfish grin spreading over his face, he keeps the torment up by rubbing himself against me.