complied.
Her breasts flattened slightly as she lay down, the nipples hard and rosy in
the soft, golden light. Her hair spread around her in inky pools, clinging to
her shoulders and neck like vines. She was lovely and open to him, open to
anything he desired.
Damian knelt between her legs
and smoothed his hands up the inside of her thighs.
She started to rise.
“Wh--what are you doing?”
He pushed her hips firmly
down, forcing her to drop back. “Shhh,” he murmured, his fingers firm and
demanding.
She was soaked for him, so
eager and ready for him to thrust his shaft inside her. He bent and kissed the
smooth skin along the inside of her knee. She jumped, and he smiled, knowing
she couldn’t resist learning what he planned.
Trailing kisses up her thigh,
he moved his thumbs in circles on her hips, calming her nervousness. He nipped
the soft flesh at the crease of her juncture and she gasped in surprise.
When he ran his tongue up her
slit, she moaned and squirmed. He plunged his tongue into her passage, and her
hips jerked against him at the shock of it.
“Please ... Damian ... don’t
stop,” she gasped, grasping her skirts and tilting her hips to his greedy
mouth. He held her down as he lapped at her juices, alternately teasing her
swollen clit and thrusting into her sheath. He wanted to taste her so badly,
to smell how much she wanted him. Her muscles clenched around his tongue like
a glove, and he moved one hand to replace his tongue, plunging two fingers deep
inside her wetness.
He stood, inexplicably
weakened, his mind surging with need.
Bianca writhed on the table,
tilting her hips to his fingers curling inside her. To see her legs spread and
the dark pink lips of her femininity, unleashed a savage desire in him. He
ached to drive deep inside her until their souls melded as one. Damian
unbuckled his cod piece, freeing his cock. He removed his hand and settled
between her thighs. The pleasure halted, she looked up at him through heavy
lidded eyes.
“Please, Damian ...
please....” She arched back, moving her hips closer to him. His arms shook
with the effort to control himself from ramming into her.
She didn’t know what she was
saying. She was as drugged with lust as he was. He could take her now, wanted
to with a desperation bordering on insanity, but he couldn’t. The shreds of
his honor wouldn’t allow it. And deep down, he knew he would draw no pleasure
from the act, that taking her would only be tormenting mockery.
With a frustrated growl, he
pushed away from her and tucked his aching shaft back inside his mail. He
couldn’t satisfy himself, but he could take her to bliss.
Picking up one of the tapered
candles that had fallen to the floor and gone out, he rubbed it against her
thigh and leaned over her.
Bianca wrapped her arms around
his neck as he neared, pulling him down to her neck. She kissed his face as
something cool and hard slipped inside her.
Yes, that was what she
needed. He pushed it in further, as if reading her mind, inching into her
tightness until he encountered her barrier. He kept pushing, stretching it to
pain, then pulled back to the edge.
Her juices flowed harder as
he worked into her again, easing his passage. “More,” she begged, feeling
herself edging to that precipice again. Damian scraped his teeth down her
throat and nuzzled the valley of her breasts, nipping her soft flesh as he
pushed inside her again, harder, nearly breaking the seal of her body.
She cried out at the pleasure
and pain, jerking her hips as she spasmed around it. She dug her fingers into
his neck, forcing him to take her nipple into his mouth, writing beneath him as
he pushed in and out, faster. He sank his teeth into her aureole, and she
screamed as the orgasm burst through her body, singing in her veins.
He pulled the hardness out of
her, leaving her
Her breasts flattened slightly as she lay down, the nipples hard and rosy in
the soft, golden light. Her hair spread around her in inky pools, clinging to
her shoulders and neck like vines. She was lovely and open to him, open to
anything he desired.
Damian knelt between her legs
and smoothed his hands up the inside of her thighs.
She started to rise.
“Wh--what are you doing?”
He pushed her hips firmly
down, forcing her to drop back. “Shhh,” he murmured, his fingers firm and
demanding.
She was soaked for him, so
eager and ready for him to thrust his shaft inside her. He bent and kissed the
smooth skin along the inside of her knee. She jumped, and he smiled, knowing
she couldn’t resist learning what he planned.
Trailing kisses up her thigh,
he moved his thumbs in circles on her hips, calming her nervousness. He nipped
the soft flesh at the crease of her juncture and she gasped in surprise.
When he ran his tongue up her
slit, she moaned and squirmed. He plunged his tongue into her passage, and her
hips jerked against him at the shock of it.
“Please ... Damian ... don’t
stop,” she gasped, grasping her skirts and tilting her hips to his greedy
mouth. He held her down as he lapped at her juices, alternately teasing her
swollen clit and thrusting into her sheath. He wanted to taste her so badly,
to smell how much she wanted him. Her muscles clenched around his tongue like
a glove, and he moved one hand to replace his tongue, plunging two fingers deep
inside her wetness.
He stood, inexplicably
weakened, his mind surging with need.
Bianca writhed on the table,
tilting her hips to his fingers curling inside her. To see her legs spread and
the dark pink lips of her femininity, unleashed a savage desire in him. He
ached to drive deep inside her until their souls melded as one. Damian
unbuckled his cod piece, freeing his cock. He removed his hand and settled
between her thighs. The pleasure halted, she looked up at him through heavy
lidded eyes.
“Please, Damian ...
please....” She arched back, moving her hips closer to him. His arms shook
with the effort to control himself from ramming into her.
She didn’t know what she was
saying. She was as drugged with lust as he was. He could take her now, wanted
to with a desperation bordering on insanity, but he couldn’t. The shreds of
his honor wouldn’t allow it. And deep down, he knew he would draw no pleasure
from the act, that taking her would only be tormenting mockery.
With a frustrated growl, he
pushed away from her and tucked his aching shaft back inside his mail. He
couldn’t satisfy himself, but he could take her to bliss.
Picking up one of the tapered
candles that had fallen to the floor and gone out, he rubbed it against her
thigh and leaned over her.
Bianca wrapped her arms around
his neck as he neared, pulling him down to her neck. She kissed his face as
something cool and hard slipped inside her.
Yes, that was what she
needed. He pushed it in further, as if reading her mind, inching into her
tightness until he encountered her barrier. He kept pushing, stretching it to
pain, then pulled back to the edge.
Her juices flowed harder as
he worked into her again, easing his passage. “More,” she begged, feeling
herself edging to that precipice again. Damian scraped his teeth down her
throat and nuzzled the valley of her breasts, nipping her soft flesh as he
pushed inside her again, harder, nearly breaking the seal of her body.
She cried out at the pleasure
and pain, jerking her hips as she spasmed around it. She dug her fingers into
his neck, forcing him to take her nipple into his mouth, writing beneath him as
he pushed in and out, faster. He sank his teeth into her aureole, and she
screamed as the orgasm burst through her body, singing in her veins.
He pulled the hardness out of
her, leaving her
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