Page 40 of Shadow Hunter

Within seconds,Tiffany found herself flipped and lying on her stomach, Damon gripping her roughly by the hips as she marveled at his strength. Her ass ground against him as he positioned himself outside her slick entrance.

“You’re certain?” he asked, hesitating once more. “You’re certain you want it like this?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I’m certain.” She glanced over her shoulder toward him.

The fire in Damon’s eyes blazed as he let out a dark chuckle. “Have it your way, Shortcake. Just remember, you asked for it.”

Without warning, he thrust into her, harder than she expected. She cried out. The pressure as he filled her an intense mixture of pleasure-pain. She’d feared her first time. Had feared her own vulnerability, the embarrassment of lying naked beneath someone’s eyes. But Damon had destroyed all those fears in an instant.

And she wantedmoredamn it.

More of him.

He pulled back once more, thrusting into her so deeply that her whole body lurched forward. She cried out, bracing her hands against the headboard as he repeated the motion. His strength was incredible, and she felt herself stretch wide to accommodate the full length of him.

“Damon!” she screamed as he thrust into her once more.

Her legs shook, and she fought not to collapse beneath him. Sure, there was a hint of pain, but still, she was slick, wet. Each stroke left her wanting more. Holy smokes.

The man was a beast in the bedroom—she was sure of it.

Damon palmed her breasts as he continued to thrust deep inside her. Her walls pulsing against him, clenching. The pressure in her core, in her whole body built until she could feel herself teetering on the brink, the pleasure so intense it was almost too much.

Damon rolled her right nipple between his fingers, the tips of both her breasts tightening into taut peaks beneath his fingers. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded,

“You,” she said. “I want you.” The words came out as a breathless whisper.

“Louder.”

She raised her voice.“I want you.”

Pulling against her hips harder, he thrust into her over and over, each stroke delivering the whole of his strength. She shook, edging toward the brink.

“I know you can do better than that, Shortcake,” he growled.

“Fuck me,” she screamed. “Please.”

“Come for me now, Tiffany.” Dropping one of his hands to her clit suddenly, she clenched around him, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing into her. He pumped into her, her heart feeling like it could overflow from the way he filled her. There was nothing but him. His touch, his scent, the feeling of him buried deep within her.

She wanted to drown in him and never resurface.

Once he wrung the last shudders of her orgasm from her, she let herself collapse onto the bed, unable to hold herself up against the weight of him any longer. A moment later, he lay next to her and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled into his chest as he kissed her forehead, before stroking his fingers through her hair, relaxing her until between long drunk kisses, she felt almost dizzy from her own bliss, yet a single thought gripped her as she drifted off to sleep.

She was certain she’d never felt this way about anyone before.

Not even B...

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Damon lay on his bed wide awake as Tiffany slept peacefully with her head nestled against his chest. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

And his best friend’s little sister...God help him. What had he done?

He glanced down at the beautiful woman lying against him again. He knew what he’d done, what he’d stolen from her. She was everything he wanted in a woman. Strong, fierce, intelligent, beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have her, yet here she was in bed with him—a killer. He made his living off destroying things.

And he’d lied to her.

Granted, he fought monsters and sometimes that saved lives, but it didn’t change the fact that being successful at his job meant being ruthless, cold, bloodthirsty. When emotions entered the mix, that was when missteps crept in, and innocents got hurt.

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