sensitive flesh throbbing with the beat of her racing heart. Had she ever been this aroused? Had she ever experienced such strong desire before?
No, she didn’t believe so.
Damien reached between them, and his fingers clasped around the base of his shaft. Slowly he sank his length inside her. She widened her legs and gasped at his width, how long he was. He filled her, inch by excruciatingly exquisite inch. Consumed her as she’d wished, until he pulsed deep inside her and his body completely covered hers.
He surrounded her until she could see nor feel no other. Exactly what she wanted.
What she’d wished for.
“Oh, Damien,” she whispered on a gush of air as he withdrew almost completely before surging back inside. He moved within her, in and out, over and over, slow and torturous and driving her beyond madness.
Their bodies were slick with sweat. She smoothed her hands down the expanse of his muscled back, marveling at the sleek feel of him. He trembled beneath her touch, his skin damp with his restrained exertion, and her hands settled upon his firm buttocks.She squeezed him there, pushing him closer. He groaned, the sound muffled against her tousled hair.
“You feel so good, Celia.” His voice was a guttural groan, the words ripped from the deepest recesses of his chest. “So hot.”
Her skin tingled at his words, and her core tightened with need. Never before had she spent twice in one night, but the way Damien moved within her, she knew she would again.
Soon.
He moved faster, his thrusts more forceful. She encouraged him with whispered passionate words and furtive touches on his body. She wanted this, relished in it. The way he made love to her with thinly held restraint and the wildness simmering just beneath the surface. She wanted him unleashed and told him so. She murmured the inviting, seductive words close to his ear just before she nibbled on the lobe.
It was the encouragement he needed. He slammed inside her, grunting with every impalement of her slick, hot core. She tightened her legs about his hips, and he pushed upward, rubbing against her in the most exquisite way. His hair-roughened thighs brushed against hers, his sleek, muscular body dampened with sweat. She breathed deeply, the musky scent of his skin overwhelming her senses, and dug her heels into his backside. Shimmering tingles cascaded over her entire body, and she cried out her release, clinging to him.
He erupted soon after, moaning her name as he spilled his hot seed inside her. Closing her eyes, she clasped him close. He shivered and groaned until he slumped over her with an agonized moan. She tangled her fingers in his damp hair and kissed his cheek, thankful she’d shared this moment with him.
Knowing in an instant she never wanted to let him go. Ever.
Chapter Seven
Damien didn’t dare look at her.
Not now, not while standing in the midst of her late husband’s family during their annual Christmas celebration. The earl stood on one side of him and the countess on the other. The earl’s younger brother and his immediate family were still in attendance. The house was overrun with children and adults, chattering and laughing and having a wonderful time.
At least there was no pianoforte playing. Yet.
Theo was in heaven, running about with his younger cousins. Celia stood on the far side of the room with another female cousin, chatting animatedly. Occasionally she cast Damien a warm glance from over her shoulder, a secret smile curving her lush mouth as she stared at him unabashedly.
He had to look away, for seeing her was his undoing. Just a glimpse of that coquettish look, and he wanted to grab her. Haul her over his shoulder and flee the room. Throw her on his bed and tear her clothes off. Take her ferociously until the last drop of his seed filled her body. Until the both of them were completely spent, and they fell asleep together in an exhausted, tangled heap.
Yes, indeed he was demented. Absolutely beyond
No, she didn’t believe so.
Damien reached between them, and his fingers clasped around the base of his shaft. Slowly he sank his length inside her. She widened her legs and gasped at his width, how long he was. He filled her, inch by excruciatingly exquisite inch. Consumed her as she’d wished, until he pulsed deep inside her and his body completely covered hers.
He surrounded her until she could see nor feel no other. Exactly what she wanted.
What she’d wished for.
“Oh, Damien,” she whispered on a gush of air as he withdrew almost completely before surging back inside. He moved within her, in and out, over and over, slow and torturous and driving her beyond madness.
Their bodies were slick with sweat. She smoothed her hands down the expanse of his muscled back, marveling at the sleek feel of him. He trembled beneath her touch, his skin damp with his restrained exertion, and her hands settled upon his firm buttocks.She squeezed him there, pushing him closer. He groaned, the sound muffled against her tousled hair.
“You feel so good, Celia.” His voice was a guttural groan, the words ripped from the deepest recesses of his chest. “So hot.”
Her skin tingled at his words, and her core tightened with need. Never before had she spent twice in one night, but the way Damien moved within her, she knew she would again.
Soon.
He moved faster, his thrusts more forceful. She encouraged him with whispered passionate words and furtive touches on his body. She wanted this, relished in it. The way he made love to her with thinly held restraint and the wildness simmering just beneath the surface. She wanted him unleashed and told him so. She murmured the inviting, seductive words close to his ear just before she nibbled on the lobe.
It was the encouragement he needed. He slammed inside her, grunting with every impalement of her slick, hot core. She tightened her legs about his hips, and he pushed upward, rubbing against her in the most exquisite way. His hair-roughened thighs brushed against hers, his sleek, muscular body dampened with sweat. She breathed deeply, the musky scent of his skin overwhelming her senses, and dug her heels into his backside. Shimmering tingles cascaded over her entire body, and she cried out her release, clinging to him.
He erupted soon after, moaning her name as he spilled his hot seed inside her. Closing her eyes, she clasped him close. He shivered and groaned until he slumped over her with an agonized moan. She tangled her fingers in his damp hair and kissed his cheek, thankful she’d shared this moment with him.
Knowing in an instant she never wanted to let him go. Ever.
Chapter Seven
Damien didn’t dare look at her.
Not now, not while standing in the midst of her late husband’s family during their annual Christmas celebration. The earl stood on one side of him and the countess on the other. The earl’s younger brother and his immediate family were still in attendance. The house was overrun with children and adults, chattering and laughing and having a wonderful time.
At least there was no pianoforte playing. Yet.
Theo was in heaven, running about with his younger cousins. Celia stood on the far side of the room with another female cousin, chatting animatedly. Occasionally she cast Damien a warm glance from over her shoulder, a secret smile curving her lush mouth as she stared at him unabashedly.
He had to look away, for seeing her was his undoing. Just a glimpse of that coquettish look, and he wanted to grab her. Haul her over his shoulder and flee the room. Throw her on his bed and tear her clothes off. Take her ferociously until the last drop of his seed filled her body. Until the both of them were completely spent, and they fell asleep together in an exhausted, tangled heap.
Yes, indeed he was demented. Absolutely beyond
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