Page 38 of Shadow Hunter

“I...I...” she stammered. As tough as she was, she was no tigress in the bedroom—not yet.

“Tiffany, if you don’t want to do this, I don’t want to pressure you. If—”

“No,” she interrupted. “No, I want to. It’s just…” Her eyes trailed over the length of his body again. Her desire for him giving her courage. She inhaled a deep breath, then let it out in a rush. “I’m a virgin.”

Damon’s eyes widened.

She bit back a groan. Fuck, did he not want her now that he knew?

A large lump rose in her throat at his silence. “I should have told you sooner, but I was embarrassed and I—”

With his thumb he wiped away an embarrassed tear from her eye, then stroked his knuckles over her jawline as he let out an appreciative purr. “I’ll be gentle with you, Shortcake.”

Before she could respond, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom, laying her out on his bed. The soft mattress engulfed her in a sea of black sheets, making her instantly feel more at ease.

Damon climbed over top her, his eyes drinking her in.

He ran his fingers over her thighs, and she shivered. “So, you’ve never been with anyone before?”

She shook her head. “I understand if that makes you not want to—”

“I do want to, Tiffany.”

She froze, hearing her name on his lips, like this, thrilled her.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”

She smiled, her nerves causing her to open her mouth to make some sassy quip, something about how every other woman he’d been with had probably heard that before, but as she met his gaze, nothing but sincerity stared back.

Her breath caught.

How could they have connected this deeply in such a short time?

“I promise you, I’ll be gentle, and I’ll try to make sure it won’t hurt.” He slid off her and knelt near her feet. Pushing her legs open, he trailed kisses and soft caresses up the insides of her thighs, making her heart quicken.

Before she could prepare herself, he ran the length of his tongue over her lower lips, massaging and sucking at the sensitive flesh.

Tiffany threw her head back and moaned.

“Fuck me, you taste amazing,” he growled, burying his face between her legs.

Pleasure radiated from her center, sending sparks of bliss throughout her body. She bucked against him, rocking, and kneading herself against his tongue as heat warmed her core.

“That’s it, Shortcake,” he purred against her. “Take what you need.”

She gripped his head, unable to do anything more than let out a pleasured groan. God, how long had she waited for this? Wanted to lose herself like this?

He teased her with his mouth, the feeling inside her intensifying until she was certain she could combust from it. She was close, so close.

“Come for me, Tiffany,” he growled up to her, the words making her shiver. “Let yourself go, Shortcake.”

With one more hard pull from his lips, her release hit her hard and fast. She clasped her hands around his head, riding his face as he tasted her.

“Fuck!” she screamed. “Oh, God, Damon, fuck me.”

She gasped for air when he released her, her gaze locking onto his. Smiling from between her legs, a devious smirk crossed his face as he licked his lips in answer. “With pleasure.”

Damon wanted,no, needed to be inside her, but his desire to make her first time as painless as possible mattered more. He intended to make her come until she was so soft, so wet and pliable, that the width and length of him would be a welcome relief.

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