Blind Wolf (A Werewolf BBW Shifter Romance #1)(28)

"What big eyes..." Julia said, her voice fading as he lifted his sightless gaze to her. There was a depth to his eyes that she had never seen in anyone else before, and because he was blind she was unafraid to stare deeply into them.

"I only wish they could see your beautiful face," Damien said, lowering his lips to hers as he spoke. Julia inhaled sharply as he pressed his mouth down, and she felt the tip of his tongue trace its way along her lower lip, sending crackling fires along her body.

"Mmmm," she murmured. Her body was responding to the pressure in a way she hadn't ever experienced. She pulled him towards her, raking her fingers across his back.

"So you've decided not to send me away, then?" Damien said, laughing into the kiss. Julia cupped her hand around his neck and brought him back into the embrace with a ferocity she herself could not explain. It had begun as an innocent attraction, but the lingering traces of her anger and hurt had been turned into something else. Desire ignited into lust, and she felt the flames of it radiating out from the center of her body. Was it his desire or hers, or both of theirs? She could not tell.

He kissed her ferociously, his lips moving down her neck to her collarbone, then her br**sts. He paused when he reached the soft curve of her cl**vage, but she twined her fingers into his hair and pressed him against her, pulling down her dress to give him free access. Her eyes flickered back to the house, but no, they were protected from sight by the trees. She had no intention of stopping. Not now.

His tongue traced the outside edge of her breast, circling closer to her areola. She brushed his dark hair back from his face to see him better, his smooth skin against hers in the fresh light of day.

When she first saw him, she knew he was different from any of the other boys she had seen wandering through the college library. Now, as he lavished his attentions on her, she understood what it was. Where some men would be shy or overly brash, Damien was instead quietly confident. He asked permission and took it with every touch of his fingers on her skin, and she felt possessed completely when his hands cradled her curves and brought her to him.

His hands pulled up the skirt of her dress as he knelt in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Julia asked, her breath catching in her throat as she felt Damien's lips fluttering kisses onto her leg just above her knee.

"Didn't you read the end of Little Red Riding Hood?" Damien asked. He pushed the fabric up over her hips, exposing her panties. His tongue darted out, licking the edge of the silk triangle, and Julia's mouth went dry with lust. She leaned her head back against the tree Damien had been sitting under.

Damien grinned. "She gets eaten by the wolf."

Julia opened her mouth to say something, but what it was she couldn't remember. Damien's mouth pressed firmly over her panties, breathing hot against her most sensitive area, and every thought that had been in her mind disappeared into the all-consuming heat of sensation. The slow hot breaths tickled her, and as he began to lick her through the thin fabric, she could not help but moan. Twisting her head, she felt the rough bard against her cheek.

"Oh— " Julia said. "Oh my—"

"Mmm?" Damien said, nuzzling the crease of fabric with his nose.

"What a long tongue you have," she said, giggling despite herself.

"The better to taste you with," he said, and in one swift motion he had torn down her panties and lowered his mouth onto her.

Julia felt it all at once: the hot tongue sliding forward into her, the fingers pressing against her slit, the lips sucking at the center of her pleasure insistently, and the explosion that rent its way through her body sent jagged thrills out along every single nerve. She orgasmed immediately, surprising even herself as the shocks of pleasure shot through her body. Gripping his head with one hand, she convulsed forward, pulsing her h*ps onto his mouth and groaning in pleasure. She would have fallen over if his hands had not been holding her up at the waist.

"Oh my God," she whispered, once she had recovered partially from the orgasm. Damien was still licking her softly.

"I knew it," Damien said.

"Knew—knew what?" Julia asked, trying desperately to catch her breath. She tugged on her panties with one hand.

"You have a wild heart," Damien said, pulling her down on top of him. She gasped in delight as he pulled his arm around her waist, cinching her close and rolling their bodies both back onto the forest floor. "Seducing me with your charms..."

"Me?" Julia said, gasping for air and laughing at the same time. Pine needles stuck in Damien's hair and she plucked them out with her fingers, smiling broadly.

"Yes, you. You with your radiant mind and your amazing body. Who wouldn't want to taste you?" Damien smiled and lowered his head to kiss her inner thigh, sending tingles up her leg.

"I've—I've never..." she said. Despite the ecstasy of the last few moments, she was still completely in a state of passion, ready to do whatever Damien wanted her to do. Her leg was pressed against Damien's thigh, and if what she felt there was any indication, he was ready as well.

"Did you want to go back to grandmother's house?" Damien said, a mischievous smile on his face. Julia shook her head. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go anywhere."

Julia squealed as Damien pulled her up against his chest and bunched up the skirt of her dress, completely exposing her backside. At first he simply ran his fingers back and forth over her slit. Her underwear was completely soaked, and the friction of his fingers through the fabric was driving her crazy.