Not Your Ex's Hexes (Supernatural Singles, #2)(47)
“Don’t mind if I do.” With a sharp yank, he snapped her bra, her breasts instantly spilling free. Next to go was her thong. And then palming her rear end, Damian guided her legs around his waist. The friction of his erection against her clit pulled groans from both their throats.
“Fuck…” Damian sent a longing look to his jeans a few feet away. “Condom.”
“Spell.” Rose’s fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched her body even closer, locking her legs tighter around him. “Magical protection. I’m good for another six months.”
He arched an eyebrow. “There’s a spell for that?”
“There’s a spell for everything.” Rose dragged Damian’s mouth back to hers. “Now prove to me I don’t need something with batteries.”
“Definitely don’t need batteries…” Damian slowly slid his thickness through her dampness. With a slight pause at her entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit … once … twice.
“Damian … please, fuck me.”
“With pleasure.” With a low growl and one more glide through her folds, Damian slammed into her with one deliciously hard thrust.
The force pushed her body up the wall, and she cried out, savoring the stretch. Larger than she remembered, he filled every inch of her as their bodies moved in sync, each breath stumbling into another until they couldn’t go any harder while standing up.
Rose squirmed closer, practically mewling.
“What do you need, little witch?” Damian slid his mouth against the curve of her neck, kissing and nipping his way along her sensitive flesh as he pounded into her. He cupped a breast and rubbed her pebbled nipple with his thumb, making it even harder. “Tell me what you need and I’d be more than happy to give it to you.”
“More.” Arching her body closer to his, she speared her fingers into his hair. “I need more … of everything.”
“Hold on to me,” he ordered gruffly.
Her hands dug into his shoulders as he walked them to the bed, dropping them both heavily onto the mattress before slowly transferring her legs from his hips to his shoulders. His callus-roughened touch brought goose bumps to her flesh, and the change in angle had her sucking in an excited breath.
Damian’s questioning gaze soaked in the sight of her as he hovered above. “Ready?”
She nodded. “Don’t make me wait.”
He gently stroked her thighs one more time, gripped her just below her ass, and both lifted and plunged into her in one hard, delicious thrust. The sharp, deeper angle rolled her eyes back into her head from the sheer level of pleasure.
“Holy hell, little witch.” He pulled out and sank in again, somehow going even deeper.
She fisted the bedsheets in a vain attempt to keep herself anchored. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare…”
“Like that’s even an option.”
One thrust after another, it didn’t take them long to set a brutally delicious pace, the bed frame smacking against the wall. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Their last time together had been quick and fast, not to mention nearly fully clothed. Seeing Damian’s body hovering over her, rippling with muscle as he slammed into her again and again, sweat dripping off their bodies, took her to heights she’d never thought possible.
The man was the epitome of gorgeous, his tattoos moving fluidly like moving artwork.
And his eyes …
He never took them off her, their stormy gray depths darkening until they almost twinkled like a starry night’s sky alight with golden stars. Rose couldn’t look away. Hell, she could barely breathe.
All she saw was Damian. All she heard was the thunderous pounding of her heart, and that little voice in her head questioning her ability to have no-strings sexual fun.
Slipping his hands between her legs, Damian stroked her aching clit with a groan. “Come with me.”
One caress.
A second.
Third time’s the charm.
Her body erupted in a wave of pleasure, wrapping tightly around Damian’s cock. He let out a husky release-filled groan of his own as his pace gradually slowed into gentler, uncoordinated movements. By the time he dropped onto the bed next to her, they were both sweaty and exhausted, and sounded as if they’d just participated in a triathlon.
Heck, her muscles felt as if she had, too, deliciously weak and just a smidge bit sore.
Entwining their legs in a jigsaw formation, he pulled her flush against his side. “See? No batteries required.”
Rose giggled breathlessly and sank into his embrace. She couldn’t have moved even if she’d wanted, which she didn’t.
No-strings sexual fun, she reminded herself.
People did it all the time.
Yet she couldn’t help feeling as if she’d become the star attraction in her very own live-action marionette show.
* * *
For the first time in a damn long time, Damian slept through the night. At least if you considered 3 to 6 A.M. the night … because after a very brief nap, he and Rose had woken up recharged and ready for round two.
And three.
He couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face as he replayed the night over and over in his head like his own personal porn show, too satisfied to care it shouldn’t have happened. Even now, as he glanced at her, asleep in his bed, the sheets entwined around her naked body, he contemplated waking her for a fourth round.