Her head twisted on the pillow. Without thought, she raised her hands to find his head. Her fingers brushed his hair, and he stopped moving his fingers and lifted his head.
“Hands down.”
With his order, she dropped her arms to her sides and felt her body sink against the carpet.
“No touching.”
“But—”
“No buts. Keep your hands at your sides, or I’ll stop.”
Damn Dom. After a few moments, he started again.
Her body hadn’t even had time to cool off. Each flick of his tongue against her clit and thrust of his fingers took her higher and higher. A bolt of lightning shot from her clit to her nipples and back again.
She wasn’t going to last long. Quivers ran through her muscles, causing her toes and fingers to curl into the carpet. As if Damon knew what was going on, he began to thrust his fingers harder and faster.
Tessa opened her mouth but found she could barely breathe, so words weren’t going to happen, no matter what she wanted to say to him.
Damon curled his fingers, and Tessa cried out as her climax rolled over her. The tremors shook her body. But Damon didn’t stop; his tongue kept tormenting her clit. She twisted her head as she heard something. A clink or a clank of something he was picking up. What devious plan did this man have now?
Barely as the thought formed, she cried out again.
Ice.He’d puticeon her nipple. The sensation carried her to orgasm again. “Damon,” she whispered. She couldn’t take it. Her senses were on overload.
“Easy, sweet Tessa.” The ice moved to the other nipple, and while she didn’t cry out this time, a moan left her lips.
“Too much.” She fought to get the words out. Then the world faded out.
* * * *
Tessa’s body went lax, and Damon dropped the ice cube. “Tessa?” He drew off the scarf. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing labored. Damon checked her pulse, rapid but steady.
Should he call 911? Then she moaned. “Tessa.” Damn it, he’d rather cut off his right arm than see her hurt. “Sweetie.” He put his arms around her and held her in a sitting position, supporting her head.
“You killed me,” she whispered.
“What?” Her pulse was steady.
“You killed me with pleasure.” Her lashes rose.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?”
Her brown eyes were languid, and a smile played around her lips. “I’m fine. Kind of passed out from all that bliss.”
“Don’t scare me like that.” Damon rose to his knees, then lifted her into his arms.
“Damon?” Her arms went around his neck.
“Shhhh.” He was glad he’d put one of the lanterns in the bedroom earlier. He carried her into the room and laid her on the bed. “Stay put.”
Damon quickly turned off the lantern in the other room and put the glass of ice in the kitchen before returning to the bedroom with a glass of water for Tessa.
Tessa was on her side, her eyes half open. “Devious man,” she whispered.
He grinned. “Drink.” He helped her sit so she could drink. She was okay. The tightness in his chest lessened. She finished the water, and he put the glass on the nightstand, climbed onto the mattress, and pulled her into his arms. His cock pulsed with need, but he ignored it the best he could. This was about her.
“I can’t believe I passed out.” Her voice was getting stronger.