Winner Takes All (A Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) by Sherilyn Gray Page A

thought of him punishing her made her even more wet and she moaned
around the thick invasion of his cock in her mouth. She sucked him deep and
hard, the soft flesh of his cock under her tongue the only thing she ever
wanted to taste. Frantic with want, she sucked him harder, tongued him, opening
for him as he thrust again and again into her throat. His thighs trembled under
her hands; his breathing was loud in the small shower. He huffed and grunted
with each thrust into her mouth. Sasha squeezed her thighs together, fighting
harder the need to touch herself as he slammed his cock into her.
     
    “That’s right, Sasha. Take my cock!”
     
    Then he was coming. He shuddered, groaned long and loud as his cum jet
against the back of her throat. He bucked against her, his body out of control
as he spilled himself into her mouth. She swallowed his seed, greedily gulped
it down as she was overcome with pleasure.
     
    “Sasha....” He groaned her name, his eyes tightly closed.
     
    Slowly, his fingers loosened in her hair and fell away. He trembled
again, a man possessed. After a long moment, with the water splashing down
around them, he reached out a hand to her. She took it and he drew her to her
feet. Kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue and licking the inside of her mouth
as if relishing the taste of his own come from her lips.
     
    “You’re amazing,” he said. “Amazing.” He released her, picked up her
loofah and body shampoo. “Turn around.”
     
    Tenderly, he cleaned her body, scrubbing her skin, washing her hair
until she nearly purred from his unexpected attention. He rinsed her
thoroughly, kissed her mouth then nudged her out of the shower while he tended
to himself. Standing on the bath mat just outside the shower while he washed
himself, Sasha toweled herself dry in a daze. Her sex was sore from his
thickness, her ass tender. Her entire body warm and steaming from the hot
water. She felt boneless with satisfaction. Just as she put on her robe, Damien
parted the shower curtain and stepped out.
     
    The sight of him took her breath away. Again. As long as she lived,
she’d never get used to his effortless masculine beauty. The vivid blue of his
eyes, his muscular body that made hers feel pleasure like she’d never
experienced before.
     
    “Pass me that towel, please.” The corners of his eyes crinkled in
amusement, as if he’d known what she was thinking while staring at him like a
besotted idiot.
     
    She blushed, gave him the towel that was still damp from her own body.
Unabashedly, he dried himself. His chest, belly, his sex. When he looked up and
caught her staring at him again, she blushed.
     
    “If I didn’t have to go, I’d already be fucking that look off your
face,” he said.
     
    Her fingers curled into her palms. And I’d let you , she thought.
     
    He folded the towel and hung it back on the towel rack, reached for
her, kissed her mouth. Sweetly. Softly. For a moment, she looked into his eyes,
amazed at the tenderness of his touch after the delicious savagery of what they
had done in the bathroom together. He released her and she stepped away,
leaving him alone in the bathroom.
     
    In the kitchen, she grabbed her abandoned bottle of Perrier and drank
it all in a few gulps. She was just putting the empty bottle in the recycling
bin when Damien emerged from the bathroom. He was completely dressed, composed.
If it wasn’t for his wet hair and the slight flush to his cheeks it would have
been impossible for anyone to tell he’d been doing anything more strenuous that
lifting a martini glass. He came to her. Lightly touched her face.
     
    “I want to see you again soon.”
     
    “I think that can be arranged,” she said.
     
    “Good.”
     
    At the door, he kissed her hard, bruising her already tender mouth,
before opening the door and stepping outside the apartment. Sasha closed the
door behind him, deliberately not watching him walk away although she very much
wanted to.
     
    She