Page 39 of Shadow Hunter

He’d work her until she was begging for him.

“Ready for round two?” He grinned.

Rounding to her clit once more, he continued to devour her with his mouth. This time, angling his chin slightly upward, making enough room so he could position two fingers outside her entrance. Her wetness coated him as stroke her, before pushing his fingers inside her a little.

She squirmed against him. “Damon, I’m not certain I can finish again. I—”

He slid his fingers in deeper, causing her to moan mid-sentence.

He chuckled. “Oh, Shortcake, you’ll take everything I give you, and like it too. Promise.”

With increasing pressure, he slid his fingers in deeper, and she moaned once more, rocking against him in pleasure, as he curled his fingers up, massaging that spot he knew would drive her wild. He fought back a grin as she let out a throaty, wild sound, before he dropped his head once more, continuing to suck her. The cry that escaped her lips as he fingered her didn’t sound like the noises of a meek virgin at all. No, it sounded like awoman who knew who to make a man moan. And she would, in time. He’d teach her.

“I want you,” she panted.

He released her, licked his lips again as he grinned. “What was that you said?” he teased.

“I...mmmhhh...I...” She attempted to catch her breath. She kept her eyes closed. All the muscles in her body visibly relaxed from her enjoyment. “I can’t say it.”

He chuckled. “Yes, you can.” He crawled up the bed, lingering over her body, only inches separating them.

She opened her eyes and met his gaze.

He leaned down and kissed her, claiming her lips once more as he dug a hand into the damp tresses of her hair. Their lips were only a hairsbreadth apart as he whispered, “I’ll do anything you want. Never be too shy to ask.”

She lifted her hand to his face and ran her fingertips across his cheek.

“Anything,” he repeated.

A blush colored her cheeks, her chest, but the fire in her amber eyes was unmistakable. “I want you inside me now.”

He growled, nipping at the soft skin of her neck before he took her breast into his mouth. His tongue circled over one sweet, hard nipple, then the other. She sighed, relaxing against him.

“Do we need a—?”

“No, I’m on the pill,” she panted as he continued to play with her.

When he released her, he smiled wide, moving to position himself outside her entrance.

A mixture of emotions crossed her face.

“Don’t be nervous.” He smiled down at her. “I’ll take care of you, Tiffany. Always.”

Slowly, he eased himself inside her, and she whimpered. Fuck, she was tight. So unbelievably tight. He let out a guttural groan. He’d never wanted anything more than he wanted this. Being inside her, being so close to her, but having to hold back was like sweet torture.

With slow, tentative movements he rocked into her, careful not to penetrate too deeply or all at once. But she caught him off guard, abruptly shifting herself lower so that he was seated to the hilt. Damon moaned.

“Goddamn it, Tiffany,” he swore. He gripped the headboard with one hand to brace himself. “You’re killing me.”

“You won’t hurt me,” she breathed, cupping his cheek. “I trust you. Please.”

He stroked his fingers over her cheek, rocking into her. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”

“I think I can handle the heat.” She cast him another playful grin before she ground into him again. “I want this to be good for you too.”

“Tiffany,” he growled in warning. “Don’t tempt me.”

“It’s my body, Damon. I get to choose, and I’ve had my pleasure.” She smiled up at him. “Now it’s your turn.”

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