Chapter Five
Hadley
A deep shudderpasses throughout Damon’s body before he hauls me back against his chest and claims my lips again.
Instead of the crash I’m expecting, he’s surprisingly gentle this time, his kiss languid as he teases my lips, his tongue playing a game of hide and seek with my own as he flits it in and out of my mouth.
His hands are everywhere all at once. Running through my hair, down the sides of my neck, over my collarbone, down my arms, gripping my ass and pulling me tighter against that swollen part of him at the apex of his thighs.
When his lips finally move from mine, they lick and suck and taste my jaw, behind my ears, my neck, my shoulders.
I’m flooded with sensation, and all I can do is whimper and mewl my pleasure.
I’ve never been kissed before, but if it feels like this, then no wonder people do it. Something tells me that it doesn’t feel like this for everyone, though. This is special because it’s Damon. Me and Damon.
He takes deep inhales near my neck like he’s trying to breathe me in, and something about that causes wetness to pool between my legs.
There’s an ache there, an insistent throbbing that I’ve never felt before, and I move on instinct, rubbing myself against Damon’s hardness, seeking to alleviate that ache. Tickles of pleasure snap between my legs when I rock against his bulge, and he hisses in a sharp breath, grabbing hold of my waist to anchor me against him and keep me still.
“You keep dragging that dripping wet, little virgin pussy all over my cock, I’m not gonna make it, sweetheart,” Damon growls against my lips.
His words are coarse and filthy, but that only makes me throb even more as more wetness gathers between my thighs.
“Damon,” I plead in a whine, though I’m not exactly sure what I’m pleading for. I just want more. More of this. More of him.
I’d had a nightmare about my stepfather, but when I woke up to Damon comforting me, I’d wanted nothing more than to just stay in his arms forever—this big, muscled, tatted felon who most people would be frightened of at one glance but who’s the only person I’ve ever really felt safe with.
Damon’s the only one I would ever trust to take my virginity. And I desperately want him to right now. He makes me feel safe and wanted and beautiful.
He nips down on my shoulder with his teeth, and then he licks where he bit, soothing the sting away with his worshipping tongue. Something about it is so carnal, so animalistic that is causes something to curl deep within my belly.
His hands are skimming over my bare stomach as he raises my tank top up, his thumbs hooking under the bottom of the sports bra to drag it up with the shirt as he pulls them off over the top of my head, baring my hardened nipples to his hungry gaze.
He lightly strokes the pad of his thumb over one, eliciting a sharp moan from me. It’s like a wire is connecting my nipple to the throb between my legs because I get impossibly wetter.
“Jesus, Hadley,” he murmurs darkly, “I can feel your wetness soaking through my sweatpants, you beautiful, perfect, horny little virgin.”
I would be embarrassed by the wetness there were it not for the fact that Damon seems to really like it.
One of his hands moves down between us to stroke me through the fabric while he moves his mouth down to lick the sensitive nub of one of my nipples.
The double sensation has me arching my back and gasping out a moan, and then the next thing I know I’m turning in mid-air as he holds me up in his arms and flips me until I’m laying flat on the bed again.
He hovers over me, looking like a dark angel, his gray eyes dark and stormy.
He kisses his way down my stomach to the band of my shorts before he pulls them down my trembling legs.
I instinctively start to close my legs, suddenly shy, but he pushes his shoulders between them and holds them open with a palm on each of my thighs.
“Fuck me,” he says lowly as he stares down at that most intimate part of me. “This is the most beautiful little pussy I’ve ever seen, sweetheart.”
He reaches out a finger and slides it up and down my wet slit reverently. The feeling of his bare skin touching me there has every one of my nerve endings snapping and crackling. My breathing starts coming in short gasps when he finds a little button and begins to circle it with the pad of his thumb, sending little jolts of pleasure throughout my core.
I feel his breath pass over me there as he studies what he’s doing, and then his tongue snakes out to replace his thumb, and I scream at the electricity that jolts through me, my legs shaking.
“Goddamn,” he groans before he begins to lick and suck me in earnest, lapping at me like he’s on death row and I’m his last meal.
“Damon,” I whimper his name and wiggle beneath him, trying to pull away, trying to get closer. Hell, I don’t know what I’m trying to do, only that the pleasure is so intense I can’t sit still, but Damon drapes a heavy arm over my stomach, trapping me in place, and then I feel pressure between my legs as he slowly slips a finger into me.