He was seething with energy; she could feel it vibrate in him. It made her incredibly restless and her sex organs responded to him.
“Damien,” she said, not knowing why she was whispering in her own room, but the silence had dominated for a while, and her throat felt raspy, “would you mind if I kiss you again before you leave?”
She met his eyes, and they were roiling black tornados, almost frightening in their intensity. But he squared his jaw and nodded his head, so she sat up.
“I want to practice so I don’t feel so awkward when I kiss him,” she explained.
“Come here.” His sandpaper voice scraped across her skin as one big hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her to his mouth. Fire. Moisture. Sensations rushed through her when their lips locked, and when his tongue thrust into her mouth, heated and commanding, she jerked back.
“No, no, you can’t respond so fast. I need to do the kissing. Court would never respond so fast, he’ll probably be shocked.”
His lips clenched in anger. “Court’s a fucking idiot.”
“Just let me do it and don’t do anything in the beginning, please.”
He said a bad word but closed his eyes and rested back against the headboard. Sydney studied his mouth. It glistened wet and it was beautiful, thicker than Court’s, larger, plumper. Her eyes drifted shut as she braced her hands on his rock-like chest and brushed her lips across his.
A tingle burned in the pit of her stomach when he did nothing, his lips motionless beneath her lips. She grazed them a little faster, side to side, his flesh firm, but soft and slick from their previous kisses.
His scent assailed her, making her feel drunk as she tantalized herself by gliding her lips across his, then up and down. She added her teeth and nibbled on his plump lower lip, hearing his breathing escalate, expecting him to take control soon, but he didn’t.
Her sex creamed as she suckled his lower lip. It tasted good. Right. Fleshy. She eased her tongue past the seam and tasted him, teasing him, hoping his tongue would follow when she withdrew. It didn’t. Her own breathing was wild now as she shifted closer to kiss him at a better angle. She moved her lips, sliding her fingers into his hair, trying teeth again. His tongue slipped into her mouth. Hot. Thirsty.
He pulled her up to straddle him and they started kissing for real. A burst of sensations exploding in her middle when he made a deep, unexpected sound of arousal. He dragged her closer, front and center on his lap, taking charge of the kiss. The feel of his erection rubbing against the v between her legs made a tremor rush along her spine.
“Damien,” she gasped, shuddering in confusion, “I’m wet again and this time it hurts.”
“Shhh.” He pulled her head back to his mouth and started grinding his hips against hers, rocking, every circling jab of his hips sending the bulge between his legs to rub against the sensitive little ball of her clit. The friction was amazing. She continued melting under his mouth as he grabbed her buttocks, squeezing as he pinned her pelvis down to his, pumping hard into her.
The kiss never broke, but the intensity of this kind of copulating, with clothes, overwhelmed her. Red-hot lust shot through her veins, and she’d never imagined it could feel so erotic. Sydney’s skin screamed to feel more of him. Her nipples brushed his bare chest and when she felt his piercings, her pussy contracted. It rippled in anxiety of the nearness of his erection, and the frustration of not feeling it inside her only made her more aroused.
Damien knew what he was doing to her, she knew, and she wanted him to do more, more, more. She gasped please into his mouth between the heated tangles of their tongues, her need somehow seeming to be transmitted to him in that sound alone.
He growled and reached between her legs, sliding a finger inside her, a thumb pressing into the sensitive pearl above her entrance. He caressed her clitoris just so, just so, until her every muscle contracted for release. She climaxed with a sound in his mouth, shuddering and shuddering, his finger taking care of business in the most exquisite way.
She panted for long moments after, clinging to him. “Oh. My.” She rolled over and licked her lips, then looked at him, his arm slung over part of his face, breaths jerking.
He made her want him again, he looked so incredibly sexy in her frilly white king-sized bed. Her nipples beaded in want of his fingertips. “Is it normal to want to have sex several times in a row?”
He didn’t answer.
“Damien?”
He stuck out an open hand. “Just give me a second.”
She flushed at his rough, coarse voice. “Oh.” He was breathing super-fast and she touched his shoulder. “Are you all right?”
He sat up on the edge of the bed, giving her his back, for about a minute. His eyes were wild as he stood. “Are we done yet?”
She blinked, her glow quickly fading. “Of course. Well, I guess I can’t keep you all night, now can I?”
He loosened the bind from the headboard, then rammed it into his pocket while he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand.
“Before you go, tell me if there is a way a man cannot deny a woman?” Sydney asked.
She’d made a fool of herself once, with him, actually, and was so afraid it would happen again with Court. She had to make sure she had all the right moves. She was certain she’d nailed the kiss down.
Damien braced his legs apart and pinched his nose, not looking at her. “Depends. All men are different.”