Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“You already knew.”
“Of course I did, but that is what has saved you tonight.”
Before she could ask him what he meant, Damon slammed his lips down on hers. At first, she didn’t respond as she didn’t know what to do.
On instinct, she pressed against his chest, but then, she remembered the deal. She had to be willing.
The kiss wasn’t … awful.
She didn’t want to enjoy the kiss, but Damon knew what he was doing. One of his hands moved from the door to grip her neck. Milah hated how much she liked this. Feeling him surround her. His lips locked on hers.
Milah whimpered.
Desperate.
Hungry.
She pressed her hands flat to his chest and slowly slid them up his body to wrap them around his neck, her body moving closer to his.
He growled. The hand on her neck slid down her body, and then both of his hands were on her ass, drawing her closer.
Milah couldn’t fight her reaction. Kissing him was intoxicating.
She’d never kissed a man before and Damon, as he traced his tongue across her lips, set her body ablaze. He pressed her against the door. One of his hands moved down to her thigh, lifting it and pressing it over his hip. This brought his cock closer to her core, and she whimpered, not wanting him to stop.
He grabbed her ass again, and this time, he lifted her. She circled her legs around his waist as he carried her toward the bed.
Damon dropped them both down. He broke the kiss, and she immediately protested.
However, he trailed his lips down her body.
Milah gasped as he grabbed the old ratty shirt she wore and tore it straight down the middle, exposing her body. She tried to cover herself, but he captured her hands, pressing them to the bed, not letting her hide.
“You never hide from me,” he said. “That’s an order.”
Her pussy was so wet with his growl. She watched as he leaned down, and through the lace of her bra, he sucked her nipple right into his mouth. It was even better than she had read about. The tug at her breast sent an answering wake between her thighs, consuming her.
Crying out, she couldn’t contain her pleasure for a moment longer. It felt so good.
She needed to be touched between her thighs, but with how he was between them, she couldn’t close them.
Damon kept her hands locked to the bed as he moved between her breasts, going to the second nipple.
It wasn’t long before he let her go, and then he flicked the catch at the front of the bra, leaving her exposed to his gaze.
She stared at him, wondering what he was thinking.
He cupped her tits, pushing them together, and then his mouth was on them once again, kissing between the valley. Alternating between sucking on her nipples and tonguing the hard buds.
His touch heated her flesh, making her ache. This was so unfair. She wanted to tell him to stop, and then to not ever stop.
Milah was no longer in control of her body. Damon was. He knew what buttons to press. How to make her ache for more.
“Please,” she said, hating herself for even relenting a little bit.
Damon didn’t stop in his torment. He kissed down her body, his lips setting a fire as he went down.
Milah lifted onto her elbows and gasped as he tore the sweatpants from her body with so much ease. He tossed them aside and then placed his hands on her knees. The panties she wore were a matching set to her bra. He slid her thighs open, and she was nearly naked while he was still dressed.
Her face was on fire.
He slowly traced his fingers up, and Milah felt like she couldn’t breathe.
“Has anyone ever told you how fucking beautiful you are?” he asked.
She shook her head.
This was a position she had never been in. Damon got to the edge of her panties, and Milah held her breath, waiting.
The tips of his fingers stroked the edge of the fabric, teasing.
She waited. He didn’t rush, prepared to wait.
He slid her finger beneath the fabric and then gripped the lace in his fist. Milah gasped as he tugged hard. The sound of it tearing filled the room. Her pretty pair of panties were ruined as he threw them across the room.
Naked.
Exposed.
At his mercy.
Milah waited, not sure what to do.
“I have never cared for a virgin. They have never appealed to me. I like my women to know what is coming.”
With each word he spoke, she felt herself recoil. Why was he saying these things?
“But when it comes to you, Milah, I don’t want another man’s leftovers.” He pressed a kiss to her thigh. “Any man who dares to touch you, I’ll fucking kill.” He kissed her other leg. “You are mine, and I am never going to give you back.”