Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 59904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
After releasing my hand, he asked softly, "Nervous?"
"Just a little," I admitted.
"Shall I let you go then?"
I shook my head right away, not even having to think of this, and I saw his jaw clench at the speed of my response.
"So be it."
My entire body started tingling as I watched Damian lower his head, and my breasts swelled and ached under the tight bodice of my dress the moment I felt the heat of his breath caress my skin.
"Fuck."
And the weight of his powerful body was finally pressing down against me.
Oh God.
For one long moment, it was just his lips and tongue, and he was such a masterful kisser that it was more than enough. He kissed me long and hard, kissed me to the point that my thoughts disintegrated, kissed until I moaned against his lips and gasped for breath as soon as he lifted his head.
"Damian."
He growled at hearing his name on my lips.
"Fuck."
And then his hands were moving swiftly to undress me: first, my jacket, then my dress, and in seconds, I was down in my undies. For a fleeting second, I felt self-conscious and panicky - what if he didn't like how I looked? What if he thought my body too curvy? I started to cover myself, anxiety making me tremble, but the moment I raised my hands, Damian's voice whipped over me in a command.
"Don't."
My gaze raised to his, and I found myself sucking my breath at the hard glitter of desire in his icy blue eyes.
"Let me look at you."
My arms fell back to my sides as his desire-laced gaze roamed over me, and I felt every inch that his eyes touched tingling...melting...aching...until I was trembling for another reason. Damian wanted me, and unlike earlier, he wasn't even making the slightest attempt to hide it. I could feel it in the way his body had turned rigid and tense above me, could hear it as his breathing grew harsh, and he started to pant. He wanted me, and oh God, the knowledge drove me crazy, and before I knew it, I was writhing and unconsciously begging him with my eyes.
"Fuck."
And without warning, his head dipped just as his hands yanked the cups of my bra down. I gasped in shock, my body arching involuntarily, and the sudden movement caused one nipple to pucker straight against his lips.
Oh!
My face flamed. Yes, I was bold...but not that bold, and I found myself stammering out an apology. "S-Sorry, I d-didn't mean..." My voice faltered when I saw the mocking light in his gaze, and it was almost as if I could hear his voice drawling out in my mind.
Didn't you?
And I found my whole body blushing at the point. Argh! I finally remembered to try pulling away, but the moment he sensed me moving, Damian immediately reached for the breast closest to his mouth, and a gasp broke out of me just as his gaze captured mine.
Blue eyes still holding mine captive, Damian slowly closed his lips over my nipple.
Aaaaaaaaaah.
It was heaven and hell, and all thoughts of resistance and inhibitions fled the moment his tongue laved around my nipple. I wanted it to end because it felt too good, but I also never wanted it to stop for the same reason. A fleeting thought crossed my mind as I trembled in his hold: Was this how any man's mouth on my breast would feel, or was it just him?
But then Damian started sucking on my nipple, and the thought disappeared in a flash. Didn't matter, I thought dazedly. Nothing mattered as long as he kept on sucking my nipple, and as he moved to the other breast to attend to it the same way, I found myself blindly reaching up to clasp his head to my straining chest.
Don't stop. Please. Please don't stop.
I truly thought I was only crying the words out silently in my mind, but the way Damian's big, hard body shuddered over mine told me I had actually ended up moaning them out loud.
"Fuck."
And now, it was my turn to shudder and moan, the sound of Damian cursing never failing to whip my body up in a sexual frenzy. His head moved down, and I didn't even think twice of parting my legs open—-
"Good girl."
Even as the words he rasped out made me blush all over, it was also impossible to deny how lovely they made me feel. Maybe...I was an M, after all. Maybe. It was my last hazy thought, my brain shutting down completely the moment I felt Damian slowly trace the cleft of my vagina with his middle finger.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Words utterly failed me, my mind simply incapable of describing the sheer wanton pleasure of feeling Damian touch the most secret and intimate part of my body. It was like...it was like being owned and petted at the same time, and I wanted more. Needed more. So much that I found myself begging for it.