Damien (Slater Brothers #5)(99)

Damien lifted a hand from my waist and brushed his thumb over one of the harden peaks, and I shuddered.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I flushed with pleasure.

“I was goin’ for sexy.”

Damien pinched my nipple, drawing a gasp from me.

“You’re sexy, too,” he said. “So fucking sexy.”

He turned my body around without a word and roughly slapped my behind, which nudged me into a walk. With one hand on my hip, Damien applied pressure and kept me walking until I entered the bedroom. He walked me forward until my knees knocked against the base of my bed. I began climbing up onto the bed, but it wasn’t quick enough for Damien. His large hands gripped my hips firmly, and he flipped me onto my back and stepped between my thighs after he pushed them apart. He leaned over me, and his eyes raked over my body like I was his next meal.

I glanced down at myself and gasped when I remember I hadn’t cleaned up yet.

“I’ll get paint on you.”

Damien gripped my hips and pulled me against his body. Hard.

“I don’t care,” he rasped. “Get it all over me.”

“Give me the chance and I will.”

Damien swallowed. “You want me?”

“Need you,” I pleaded. “I need you to kiss me, to touch, to fuck me … to love me so hard I don’t know where I start and you end.”

Damien closed his eyes, and when he opened them, raw hunger dwelled within. They were a lustrous colour of a polished shard of metal, they were beautiful. He was beautiful.

“We’re doing this my way,” he said, his voice rough. “Later, you can have me whatever way you want, but right now, I’m having you the way I want.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, please.”

He covered his mouth with mine and kissed me roughly. When our kiss broke, he took a moment to suck my lower lip into his mouth. I groaned and sought his mouth again when he released my lip with a pop. He denied me his lips, and instead trailed kisses down my neck and onto my chest. I groaned when he latched onto my left nipple through the lace of my crop top and swirled his hot, wet tongue around. The friction of the fabric as well as Damien’s tongue made my back arch as licks of pleasure danced up and down my spine.

“Oh, God.”

Damien moved from my left nipple to my right and showered it with just as much love and attention. By the time he had finished, I was a panting, sweating mess of need.

“Damien,” I pleaded. “Please, fuck me.”

“Quiet,” he ordered as he kissed his way down my stomach. “I’m doing this my way.”

“Your way will bleedin’ kill me.”

“Then I’ll make sure you go out screaming.”

Christ.

Damien’s large hands went to my knees, and he gripped them firmly as he pushed them as far apart as they would go without it hurting me. I swallowed when he ducked his head, and his lips pressed against the inside of my thighs, slowly working their way upwards. I couldn’t focus on any one of his movements. His lips felt incredible, but so did his palms as he slid them up and down my thighs, squeezing my flesh here and there. I moaned softly when his teeth nipped my flesh making me clench with excitement.

My body bucked of its own accord when I suddenly felt his finger push aside my shorts.

“No panties?”

“I didn’t think I’d need them.”

“You were right.”

I sucked in a sharp breath when Damien’s warm, wet tongue slid over my sensitive folds. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on Damien—or more importantly, his mouth. He hummed against me as he licked up and down but didn’t directly touch my throbbing clit that ached so much I clenched my hands into fists.

I tried to focus on my breathing, just to take my mind off the devious torture, but my eyes crossed when the talented tongue curved around the hood of my clit, teasing me, drawing long moans past my lips. Damien moved his attention and skilled tongue to my labia, where he sucked on my lips before dipping his tongue inside me.

“Damien!”

He sucked on my pussy lips, and even scraped his teeth over them, sending a shiver up my spine. He moved his tongue upwards, and finally, I felt hot air on my clit, followed by his warm tongue lapping at it like a man starved.

“Fuck!”

Damien hooked his arms around my thighs and flattened his hands at the base of my stomach, applying pressure to keep my arse on the mattress. He inhaled a deep breath, then curled his tongue around my clit slowly. It felt so good that it almost hurt, but that didn’t deter me from begging him not to stop. I pulsed with need, and the urge to reach down and fist my hands into Damien’s thick hair became difficult to ignore. My fingers flexed against my bed sheets.

When he sucked on my clit, I felt myself go cross-eyed, and it was all I could do not to buck my hips in his face. He continued to suck on my clit and curl his tongue around it. He kept his attention there and gifted me pure bliss. I rolled my hips, and Damien smiled against my pussy, then sucked my clit in response.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Jesus, suck it harder.”

He did, and I groaned with pleasure as I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair. I inhaled three deep breaths, then my body fell apart. My breathing suddenly became irregular, and I couldn’t focus on anything except how good I felt. I began to lose myself to Damien’s touch, and I didn’t resist; I threw myself over the edge.