"Oh God, Damian, please." I couldn't stop the whimper that burst out of me. "Please, I need—oh God."
He latched on to my clit and sucked it hard.
My body froze, every muscle taut and ready, and even my lungs couldn't function. My gaze stayed glued to his while he nipped and suckled my nub, and the pleasure escalated higher and higher, my ears ringing because I couldn't breathe.
Then I came. The climax detonated inside me, so intense that choked gasps were the only sounds I could make. It felt like a thousand tiny explosions under my skin, setting me on fire from head to toe with ricocheting waves of pleasure inside my body. My sex yearned for his cock inside me, clenching again and again but with nothing to fill the void.
He didn't stop tormenting my flesh until he'd wrung every last spasm from my body.
I was breathing so hard I almost hyperventilated. Ridiculous. But I couldn't deny the truth of it. Was it only the way he'd touched me that drove me wild? Or was ithim?
His tongue, that was all. His tongue and his piercing gaze.
And his incredible body. And his sexy smile.
No, it was only his tongue, nothing more.
Damian rose onto hands and knees, straddling me with his face above mine. He bent his elbows a little, just enough to bring his face closer to mine. "Don't panic yet. Save that for tomorrow."
"You want me to panic in the morning?"
"No, but I realize you probably will. We're about to shatter that celibacy vow of yours."
"Think we already did."
He smirked, and even that expression was devastatingly erotic. "What we've done so far was only blowing off steam. Now, we're going to turn that steam engine up so high it'll shatter."
"Yes, please, I need super-hot sex."
"It will be super hot, but not the way you mean." He bent his head to nuzzle my nose. "There are many kinds of hot sex, and I'm about to give you the kind you need the most, even if you don't realize it yet."
What did that mean? The hormones flooding my body made it hard to concentrate on anything, especially his words. "Hot sex" were the only words I could understand.
He leaned over the bed's edge, stretching an arm down to reach under the bed. His face tightened while he struggled to get whatever it was he wanted down there. Then he grinned and held up a condom packet. "Ready to go."
"You keep condoms under your bed? Thought you never seduced women in this wagon."
"That's true. I bought some condoms today in the resort gift shop because I hoped you might want to do more than flirt with me, eventually." He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth. "Thought it would take longer. Damn, I'm even better than I thought, getting you to beg me for sex."
I couldn't deny I'd begged with my actions and my intentions, though I hadn't outright begged for it. The implications of my need for him might hit me later, but for now, I wouldn't think about anything except having Damian inside me.
He rolled the condom on and knelt over me again on all fours. "I won't hurt you, not ever."
Why was he saying that? If he meant physically, I never thought he'd hurt me like that. "What happened to 'I love to talk dirty'? We're having sex, not going to a couples therapy group."
"No talking, not tonight. Next time, I'll talk dirty to you for as long as you want."
But not tonight? Why? I was on fire for him, and he kept saying things that sounded…like things he shouldn't be saying.
He kissed me, soft and slow, his tongue slipping between my lips with such gentleness that it made my throat ache. But when he toyed with my tongue, all that delicious excitement I'd felt a few minutes ago came rushing back, enlivening every part of me. When he positioned his knees between my legs, I couldn't stop my knees from bending and my thighs from parting, like my body wanted him so badly it had to offer me up to him in the most blatant way.
Damian settled his body on top of mine.
My breaths quickened. My pulse accelerated. I wanted him so much, but I didn't know if I could handle the way he would make me feel.I won't hurt you, he'd said. I clutched his biceps, where he'd planted his elbows on the mattress at either side of me.
"Shh," he murmured, brushing his lips over mine. "Forget about everything else and be with me tonight."
He pushed inside me inch by inch, his cock gliding deeper with such exquisite slowness that my breaths became pants and my heartbeat pounded in my ears and my chest. I gripped his arms tighter while he thrust in and out, taking his time like he relished every second of making love to me. The easy pace made it impossible for me to block out all the things I didn't want to feel, like the sensation of his body on mine, warm and strong, or the scent of him that enveloped me. With his head alongside mine, his hair tickled my cheek, and every time he exhaled it sent a rush of warm air over my earlobe.