her, the music thrummed and the crowd faded into shadows. Damian’s lips were just a breath from hers. She parted hers slightly, waiting for him to pounce. But before they could kiss, the waitress returned and they drew apart slowly.
Hanna thanked goodness for the dim interior of the eatery, the lights turned down so that focus could be more on the centre stage performance. The smell of warm food reached her nostrils and though she realized she was starving, Hanna felt the urges of a different kind of appetite.
The waitress was gone and Damian still hadn’t looked away from her now heated face. At the apex of her thighs was a constant twitching almost like the ticking of a time bomb. “It’s up to me to decide what you do and do not need,” Damian said, gazed narrowing with almost savage arousal. “And I think you need reminding how possessive I am when it comes to your beautiful body. You’ll be so conformed to the shape and size of my cock, you’d want no one else to take my place.”
Oh, fuck. Hanna squirmed in her seat, hoping there wasn’t a big wet spot beneath her. She yearned for this devil of a man, who’d shown her more real pleasure in one hour than she’d known in the past four years. How incredible was that? What did it even mean?
He had her secret folds seeping with juices. Her body was crying out for a storming release exactly like the ones he’d made her experience. She was sure if he suggested they find a room – any room, she’d follow him so they could be alone and gratify the lusts raging within their system.
I was right – he’s turned me into an animal; obsessed with carnal desires that couldn’t be denied, thought Hanna as she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.
Is this all there is, this mad, rushing typhoon of physical magnetism?
She didn’t care. It didn’t have to mean anything, not tonight. When she opened her eyes, Hanna found the same level of intense arousal in his gaze as she felt. His breathing seemed slightly harsher, rougher.
“Damian,” Hanna whispered, fists clenching as if to hold back the tidal force of her need.
“Kitten, let’s eat, and I give you my word…you’ll find it hard to feel your legs come morning,” growled Damian, before taking her hand and kissing her knuckles, making her feel branded by his heated lips.
They ate in silence but this time, the tension had a tactile quality to it, like the feel of a whip teasing the spine. Hanna’s every nerve ending tingled in anticipation and neither of them lingered over their food, nor stayed for dessert. It wasn’t long before they were done in the diner and Hanna let him lead her out of the restaurant and back to the car, their movements hurried.
Hanna’s cheeks were flushed, flames rising within her core. As soon as they made it into the car, Damian tugged her head close and kissed her hungrily. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she moaned with agonised pleasure. He tasted incredible. Just like sex. Her hands found their way into his silken dark hair, combing through the locks. Then they slid down beneath his jacket to feel the breadth of him, his torso and abs and then, below his belt where she boldly cupped him.
Now it was his turn to groan in torment, his lips tearing from hers to slide down her throat which he bared by grabbing a handful of her hair at the roots. Hanna felt him suck rawly on the inner curve of her neck and her eyes rolled back in her head, pleasure zipping through her. She squeezed on his hardness, shocked by the sheer size and girth barely held in by his pants. She still felt dazed that she’d taken all of him just hours earlier. Already, her pussy throbbed in memory of the ultimate way he’d owned her pussy with this cock, taking her to places she’d never seen.
Damian pulled back and she whined out loud, reluctantly slipping her hands from his body. Damian didn’t speak but started up the car, while his free hand grasped one of hers in a strong,
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