Damon was relentless as he rubbed my clit, moving that thick digit around the opening of my body, not penetrating me but promising he could take me any way he wanted. And I yearned for that.
“You want me inside?”
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
He started to penetrate me with his finger, just one, and very slowly. Damon wasn’t harsh or demanding. He took his time, making me beg for more. For him.
And then he had his mouth on my clit once more. I didn’t know how much I could take.
The sound of his voice made vibrations on my clit, and I moaned out for more.
He murmured incoherent things against my flesh. But I heard one thing clear as day: “Mine.” He started sucking especially hard on the little nub, and I came again for him.
When my pleasure receded, we were both panting harshly.
I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent, that dark, intoxicating aroma. It felt so good to have him hold me, to have his big arms wrapped around me, making me feel protected and cared for. When I opened my eyes again, it was to see Damon staring down at me.
I took a moment to just look at him, at the way his body was so big and powerful, how I imagined he could crush anything that stood in his way. I felt myself become even wetter, desperately wanting him inside me. I watched as his pupils dilated, a dangerous aura surrounding him.
“Rue,” Damon said softly, with heat. He inhaled, his nostrils flaring slightly, and a tingle spread through me at the knowledge he was taking in the fact that I was wet for him, that I wanted him desperately. This low, animalistic sound left him. He had his head lowered, running the tip of his nose up the length of my throat. I couldn’t help but close my eyes again.
“I can smell how much you want me, mate,” he said in a deep whisper.
He cupped my cheeks in his big hands, leaned back, and looked into my eyes. I felt his calluses, this masculine feeling that had my inner muscles clenching.
Warmth spread through me.
He lowered his gaze to my mouth. Damon moved his hands down my face, stroked his fingers along the sides of my neck, and continued lower until he gripped my hips. I didn’t know if I’d stopped breathing or was hyperventilating in that moment. Everything was a blur of ecstasy.
He kissed me while he did this, stroking his tongue over my lips before delving it into my mouth. He flexed and released his fingers on my hips, and I knew this mating would cement every single thing I knew about the world, about my life.
The fire running through my veins could not be ignored, could not be extinguished, and I didn’t want it any other way.
He broke the kiss and started moving his mouth down my neck, stopping at my collarbone. “So. Fucking. Sweet.”
I breathed out heavily, because at the moment, it was all I could do. Damon made me wet and so ready to take him into my body. I felt like I was losing all control.
A shiver worked its way through me, and I didn’t stop myself from grabbing his head, tangling my fingers in his short dark hair, and pulling his head back until I could look into his eyes.
His nostrils flared slightly, his mouth parting from desire. I took control of the kiss now, giving back just as fiercely as Damon had. He groaned against my mouth and grabbed a chunk of my hair, pulling the strands until pain mixed with the pleasure.
After long seconds, he finally broke the kiss.
I moaned in disappointment, but then when he ran his tongue back down my neck and along my pulse, that disappointment turned into pleasure.
“I’m going to mark you so fucking good.”
He was rock-hard, so big and thick that wetness coated my inner thighs. He smoothed his hands over my ass, down the back of my thighs, and gripped behind my knees. Before I knew what was happening, Damon had his hand between my thighs once more. It didn’t matter how much he touched me, how many times I got off… I felt like I needed more.
“Damon,” I said and closed my eyes as his big fingers found my soaking slit. I wrapped my thighs around his waist. He claimed my mouth once more, and speared his tongue between my lips.
I moaned and grabbed on to his shoulders for support. Our breathing mingled, and for that moment, we were one.
“We’re perfect for each other, Rue.” The way he murmured those words against my lips nearly had me getting off.
I shivered at his possessive demeanor. “Yes. Yes we are.”
My gaze drifted farther south, leading to what I wanted most at the moment.