her.
‘No—let me…’
Crouching down in front of her, he hooked his thumbs under the straps, sliding them down over her arms in a blatant caress that made her skin shiver at the promise of delight it held. He took his time about it, watching her for every long, enticing second, so that he couldn’t have been unaware of the way that her eyes widened, and darkened, revealing her inner response to him.
But from the moment that the silky confection dropped away from her, letting her breasts tumble out into the hard heat of his waiting hands, everything changed. In the space of a thudding heartbeat, the atmosphere in the room became electrically charged, heavy with a dark sensuality that was primitive in its force.
‘Theos…’ Damon muttered, almost reverentially. ‘You are so lovely…’
His hands closed over soft flesh, cupping, smoothing,caressing, and Sarah moaned aloud at just the delight of his touch.
She had been starved of this. Hungered for it. And after so long an abstinence, the feeling of joy overwhelmed her. It rushed straight to her brain like the effects of some potent alcoholic spirit and she felt her head swim uncontrollably.
Heat coiled in the pit of her stomach, spiralled through her body, and she closed her eyes the better to experience the glorious sensations. Leaning back on her hands, she concentrated fiercely on what was happening to her, hearing the roughly muttered words in Greek in the same moments that she felt his mouth speaking them against her skin.
And then there was silence as the heat and softness of his lips closed over one nipple, his tongue circling it, arousing it, waking it to tight, yearning sensitivity. And only when it peaked in hungry demand did he take it fully into his mouth and suckle hard.
‘Damon…’
The sound of his name was a swooning cry of surrender blended with an unspoken demand for more of the same. And yet when he moved his dark head to devote the same attention to the other breast, the erotic blend of stinging pleasure flooded so wildly through her that she felt she might actually lose consciousness from the joy of it.
‘Damon…’
It was stronger now, harder, needier. And that need pushed her from simply taking, accepting the pleasure that he was giving her, into wanting to give, to return the delight she was experiencing, and reduce him to the same molten, mindless, abandoned state.
‘Let me kiss you…’
Her hands clenched tight in the ebony silk of his hair, clutching at thick handfuls and pulling him upwards, forcing his head up towards hers.
‘Kiss me,’ she muttered fiercely, struggling to drown theanguished protest of every fiercely awakened nerve at the abrupt cessation of the pleasure they had known under another, different, but equally drugging sort of delight.
The pressure of Damon’s mouth against her own crushed her lips open, hot tongues tangling, two breaths mixing into one. And if it hadn’t been for the support of his hands at the back of her head, holding her upright, she would have tumbled back onto the mattress behind her, falling under the hot, heavy weight of his strong body.
Damon went with her willingly, following her muttered demands with a sense of relief. His beleaguered body needed some moments to gather its resources, recover some degree of control. If he didn’t then this lovemaking would be over before it began. As it was, he was more than tempted to simply fling her back onto the bed, force her skirt up, rip away the flimsy silk and lace barrier that came between him and the secret, female core of her, and bury himself deep and hard inside her welcoming body.
And that would be all he would be capable of doing. He knew that as soon as his flesh touched hers, in the seconds that the hot, slick sheath closed around him, he would be lost. He would come in a wild, uncontainable rush, all thought, all possibility of restraint leaving him in a split-second.
And so now he plundered her mouth instead of her
‘No—let me…’
Crouching down in front of her, he hooked his thumbs under the straps, sliding them down over her arms in a blatant caress that made her skin shiver at the promise of delight it held. He took his time about it, watching her for every long, enticing second, so that he couldn’t have been unaware of the way that her eyes widened, and darkened, revealing her inner response to him.
But from the moment that the silky confection dropped away from her, letting her breasts tumble out into the hard heat of his waiting hands, everything changed. In the space of a thudding heartbeat, the atmosphere in the room became electrically charged, heavy with a dark sensuality that was primitive in its force.
‘Theos…’ Damon muttered, almost reverentially. ‘You are so lovely…’
His hands closed over soft flesh, cupping, smoothing,caressing, and Sarah moaned aloud at just the delight of his touch.
She had been starved of this. Hungered for it. And after so long an abstinence, the feeling of joy overwhelmed her. It rushed straight to her brain like the effects of some potent alcoholic spirit and she felt her head swim uncontrollably.
Heat coiled in the pit of her stomach, spiralled through her body, and she closed her eyes the better to experience the glorious sensations. Leaning back on her hands, she concentrated fiercely on what was happening to her, hearing the roughly muttered words in Greek in the same moments that she felt his mouth speaking them against her skin.
And then there was silence as the heat and softness of his lips closed over one nipple, his tongue circling it, arousing it, waking it to tight, yearning sensitivity. And only when it peaked in hungry demand did he take it fully into his mouth and suckle hard.
‘Damon…’
The sound of his name was a swooning cry of surrender blended with an unspoken demand for more of the same. And yet when he moved his dark head to devote the same attention to the other breast, the erotic blend of stinging pleasure flooded so wildly through her that she felt she might actually lose consciousness from the joy of it.
‘Damon…’
It was stronger now, harder, needier. And that need pushed her from simply taking, accepting the pleasure that he was giving her, into wanting to give, to return the delight she was experiencing, and reduce him to the same molten, mindless, abandoned state.
‘Let me kiss you…’
Her hands clenched tight in the ebony silk of his hair, clutching at thick handfuls and pulling him upwards, forcing his head up towards hers.
‘Kiss me,’ she muttered fiercely, struggling to drown theanguished protest of every fiercely awakened nerve at the abrupt cessation of the pleasure they had known under another, different, but equally drugging sort of delight.
The pressure of Damon’s mouth against her own crushed her lips open, hot tongues tangling, two breaths mixing into one. And if it hadn’t been for the support of his hands at the back of her head, holding her upright, she would have tumbled back onto the mattress behind her, falling under the hot, heavy weight of his strong body.
Damon went with her willingly, following her muttered demands with a sense of relief. His beleaguered body needed some moments to gather its resources, recover some degree of control. If he didn’t then this lovemaking would be over before it began. As it was, he was more than tempted to simply fling her back onto the bed, force her skirt up, rip away the flimsy silk and lace barrier that came between him and the secret, female core of her, and bury himself deep and hard inside her welcoming body.
And that would be all he would be capable of doing. He knew that as soon as his flesh touched hers, in the seconds that the hot, slick sheath closed around him, he would be lost. He would come in a wild, uncontainable rush, all thought, all possibility of restraint leaving him in a split-second.
And so now he plundered her mouth instead of her
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