Page 42 of Trapped By the Cartel

A wicked grin spread across his face, revealing teeth that were almost predatory. "Good thing I like making trouble," he growled, pushing me gently but firmly against the wall.

My breath hitched as his body pressed against mine, the hardness of his arousal evident through his jeans. His mouth came crashing down on mine, hungry and demanding, leaving no room for hesitation or doubt.

I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and tangling my fingers in his thick hair. He groaned against my lips, his hips grinding against me, seeking friction.

"We should…" I gasped, pulling away briefly. "We shouldn't…"

Damon's response was to nip at my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from deep within me. "Fuck that," he muttered, trailing kisses along my jawline and down my neck. "I've waited long enough."

He scooped me up suddenly, cradling me in his powerful arms as if I weighed nothing. I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me down the hall towards our bedroom.

Kicking open the door, he strode inside, not bothering to turn on the lights. The moon cast everything in a silvery glow, casting shadows that only served to heighten the anticipation building within me.

Gently lowering me onto the bed, Damon stood tall, his silhouette framed by the doorway. He began to undress slowly, peeling off layers until he stood naked before me, his cock straining proudly.

I bit my lower lip, drinking in the sight of him. God, he was gorgeous—all hard lines and sinewy strength, a work of art carved by nature itself.

"You're wearing too many clothes," he rasped, crawling onto the bed beside me. His hands moved quickly, efficiently stripping me bare until I lay exposed beneath him.

His touch set fire to my skin, every caress igniting a trail of flame that burned hotter than anything I'd ever known. He explored my body as if it were a foreign land, claiming every inch with possessive strokes and tender whispers.

When his mouth finally closed around my cock, I cried out, arching my back as pleasure shot through me like lightning. He took me deeper, his tongue swirling expertly, driving me insane with need.

But he didn't stop there. Oh no, Damon Vexley never did things halfway. He teased and tormented, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy again and again, only to pull back when I thought I might explode.

"Not yet," he chided, smirking as he crawled back up my body. "Not until I say so."

His words sent a thrill of defiance coursing through me. I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles together, holding him captive between my thighs.

"And what if I don't listen?" I challenged, bucking my hips against his. "What then?"

He grinned, a wild, untamed smile that made my heart race. "Then I'll have to punish you," he promised, nipping at my earlobe. "Tie you up, spank your pretty little ass red, make you beg for mercy."

The image he painted sent a wave of heat flooding my core. I whimpered, clinging to him, desperate for release.

"Your skin is so soft," Damon murmured, running his fingertips along my inner thigh, making me twitch. His touchleft trails of fire wherever it landed, igniting desires I'd tried to suppress during our recent estrangement.

"And yours is hard," I retorted, pressing my palm against his sculpted chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath. My fingers danced down his abdomen, brushing against the thick length resting between his legs. He growled softly, a warning that only served to egg me on.

We were playing with fire, teasing each other mercilessly, drawing out the anticipation until it became almost unbearable. But still, we held back, unwilling to rush the moment.

Damon captured my mouth again, his tongue plunging inside, tangling with mine in a dance that mirrored our growing desperation. I moaned into him, arching my back, pushing myself against his chest. The friction sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core, leaving me even harder and wanting.

His hand slipped between my legs, cupping me possessively. I gasped, breaking the kiss, as he began to stroke me, his thumb circling my cockhead. My hips moved in rhythm with his movements, seeking more pressure, more contact.

"Not fair," I panted, wrapping my hand around his cock. "You have to stop if I have to."

He chuckled darkly, not slowing his pace. "Is that an order?"

"Yes," I groaned, squeezing him tightly. "Unless you want me to make you come before you're ready."

He considered my challenge for a moment before finally relenting, removing his hand from my throbbing center. I whimpered in protest, but he silenced me with another searing kiss.

"Now it's your turn," he murmured against my lips.

Eagerly, I pushed him onto his back, straddling his waist. Leaning down, I took his nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before gently biting down. He cursed under hisbreath, his hands gripping my hair as I switched to the other side, lavishing it with equal attention.

Trailing kisses down his torso, I made my way towards his erection, which stood tall and proud. I ran my tongue along the underside, eliciting a deep rumble from within him. Looking up, I caught his gaze, holding it captive as I took him fully into my mouth.

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