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I swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite the riot of hormones coursing through my veins. He looked… incredible. Like a god carved from stone, brought to life with a pulse of raw energy.

It was different from before. This time, it was more appropriate.

He stood there for a moment, allowing me to drink him in, a smug smile playing on his lips. Then, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down inch by inch, revealing more and more of himself.

When they finally hit the floor, he stepped out of them, kicking them aside to join the growing pile of discarded clothing. And there he was, naked and proud, standing tall and formidable before me.

My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the full extent of his dick. He was thick and long, pulsing with need. A shiver ran down my spine, anticipation building within me like a storm about to break.

"So," he said. "Here I am, giving you everything you wanted. What do you plan to do with it?"

The question hung heavy in the air, filled with possibilities and promise. But all I could manage was a stammered, "I... I don't know."

And indeed, it was difficult to think in that moment.

He chuckled, stepping closer once more. His hand cupped my cheek, tilting my chin upward to meet his gaze. "Then let me show you," he whispered, leaning in to capture my lips in another searing kiss.

Chapter 10

Damon

As my lips met Elliot's once more, an insatiable hunger consumed me. It wasn't just physical; it was needy, a ravenous beast clawing its way out from deep within my core. I needed him—every inch of him—and I needed him now.

Our tongues clashed, exploring each other's mouths with increasing ferocity. I could taste his desperation, matching my own, and it only served to fuel the inferno burning inside me. My hands, no longer content with simply holding him, began their own 'exploration', roaming over his lithe form, mapping out every curve and dip.

His clothes were suddenly an intolerable barrier, something to be eliminated immediately. I couldn't wait any longer to feel his skin against mine, to claim him entirely.

Starting with his jacket, I gripped the lapels roughly, tearing them apart with little regard for the delicate fabric. Buttons popped off, scattering across the table with soft pings. Elliot gasped into my mouth, surprised by my sudden aggression, but I didn't stop. Not when I was so close to having him exactly how I wanted him.

Next, I attacked his shirt, grabbing handfuls of the material and pulling violently. Seams tore, revealing glimpses of smooth, peachy skin underneath. I yanked harder, ignoring his muffled protests, driven by an overwhelming desire to possess him completely.

"Damon!" Elliot cried out, breaking our kiss briefly as I exposed his chest. "You're tearing my clothes!"

He didn't need to worry. I would give him new ones later after we were done.

"That's the idea," I growled, not slowing down in the slightest. If anything, hearing his voice, seeing the flush spreading across his cheeks, only spurred me on further.

His undershirt followed next, barely putting up a fight as I ripped it away from his body. With each piece of clothing I shredded, I revealed more of him, more of the soft, vulnerable flesh that begged to be claimed.

Elliot trembled, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I could sense his struggle between fear and excitement, the battle waging within him as he tried to make sense of what was happening. There wasn't much to make sense of. This was happening because he allowed it to be.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his eyes wide with disbelief as I tore at his slacks, popping the button open and dragging the zipper down with brute force.

"I'm taking what's mine," I replied, my voice low and commanding. There was no room for doubt or hesitation here, especially not when I had been craving this for so long.

I pulled his pants down, exposing his lean legs and the thin material of his briefs. Unable to resist, I traced the line of his thigh, feeling the muscles quiver. The scent of his arousal filled my nostrils, driving me wild with lust.

"And what if I don't want to be yours?" He challenged, his hazel eyes blazing with defiance even as his body betrayed him.

"Too late for that," I said, smirking as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. With one swift tug, I ripped them clean off, leaving him completely nude and at my mercy.

There he was, fully exposed, every inch of his beautiful, trembling body laid bare for me. I took a moment to appreciate the sight, drinking in the smooth planes of his stomach, the narrow hips, and the delicious V leading down to his hardening cock.

"You're… you're crazy," he whispered, wrapping his arms around himself in a futile attempt to cover up.

"No," I corrected, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips. "I'm determined. And soon, you'll understand why."

My gaze locked onto Elliot's, watching as his pupils dilated and his breath hitched in anticipation. I could see the pulse throbbing at the base of his neck, hear the rapid beat of his heart echoing in my ears like a primal drumbeat calling me home.

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