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“I’m not going to stop at a kiss, Rose,” he says quietly. “And I’m not going to stop at just what we did at the chapel either.” His eyes burn into mine with an intensity that makes me hot all over.

“I know. I want all of it.”

He remains quiet for a long time, his eyes boring intensely into mine. And just when I start to think I’m about to be rejected, he grabs my waist and pulls me close, slowly lowering his mouth to mine.

Chapter Three

Damien

I shouldn’t have said that. And I shouldn’t be doing this.

I told her that she belongs to me. But that was never what this was supposed to be. I meant to free her, but here I am telling her she can’t leave.

Rose Beaumont is my client, and I never mix business with pleasure. I shouldn’t give in to this crazy lust that’s hooked me since the moment I laid eyes on her on that damn stage, but I can’t help myself. I want her, no—I crave her with a vigor that’s beyond my control. I thought after what happened at the chapel, I’d be sated, but no. Now I just want more of her. All of her.

When I told her she belongs to me, I expected her to be afraid, but instead she asked me to kiss her. What else can I do when she offers herself to me? There’s only so much temptation a man can take.

Her lips beneath mine are soft, yielding. She presses her body closer to mine, a soft moan escaping her throat as I slip my tongue into her mouth.Goddammit, I fucking want more.

I kiss her harder, gently pushing her against the wall. I urge her legs up until they’re firmly wrapped around my waist and her heels are digging into my ass, lodging my hard length against her crotch. My body urges me to take her hard and fast against the wall, but now that we’re free from prying eyes, I want to go slow, to cherish her like she deserves. She’s so small and feels so delicate in my arms that I want to worship her and lick the wholeof her body. She gyrates slowly against my dick, moaning softly as I deepen the kiss, taking over her mouth.

Her dainty fingers move feverishly over my shoulders and arms, sending electric currents down to my cock. Her soft moans turn into lingering whimpers as I softly trail my lips to the soft arch of her neck, dropping nips and licks on the way. I close my lips over the erratic pulse of her neck and slowly suckle on it.

“D-Damien,” she says in a breathy moan, arching her neck and pressing her sex tightly to me.

She’s so responsive, it gives me a heady feeling. I gently grab her thighs, stopping her hip movements and chuckling softly at her impatience. “Not yet, princess,” I whisper gruffly against her ear.

With my hands holding tight to her hips, I move away from the wall, enjoying the sound of her moans as I blow warm air against the soft spot behind her ears and lightly close my lips on the flesh. Once in my room, I climb onto the king-size bed, slowly lowering her and taking back her lips in a sweet, deep kiss as I slip my hands beneath the loose shirt. I lightly graze my fingers over her hard nipples, teasing out a breathy moan.

I break the kiss with a final lick and slowly peel the shirt over her head. Then I undo the lacy lingerie, baring her perfectly sculpted body. I watch her pleasure-filled eyes follow me as I undress too, removing all of my clothes. At the sight of my hard dick, her eyes widen and I see a slight hesitation. My heart trips at the look. What has brought it on? I don’t ever want to cause her pain. I don’t know why I feel this so vehemently, but the thought of Rose in discomfort makes me want to do damage.

“What’s wrong, princess?” I ask gently, my voice coming out gruff. I place my knee on the edge of the bed, trying to give her a bit of space and make her feel safe. “It’s all right, princess. Talk to me. If you don’t want this, it’s your decision. I?”

“No!” she gasps. Then she blushes in a dark red shade as if embarrassed by her soft outburst, and shifts her gaze.

I wait for her to continue. The words I said are true. If she truly isn’t ready, I’ll back off and go jerk off in the shower. Even now, her sweet gaze and innocence turns me on like no other, and I can still see arousal firmly lodged in her eyes.

“It’s just that…it was dark in the chapel, so I couldn’t see you as well. And you’re so big. I want this, I want to feel you inside me, but I—I haven’t done this before,” she answers in a shy, hesitant tone.

A warm feeling builds in my chest at her shy confession, and on the tail end of it is a wave of need and possessiveness.

This beautiful, delicate woman is all mine.

“Fuck, princess,” I groan out.

My gaze caresses her body, from the flare of her hips to her slim waist, pert breasts that fill my hands perfectly, and her glorious hair, and I can’t stop the deep groan that leaves my lips. Knowing that she’s untouched, that I was the first one to feel her walls clench around me in pleasure, and I will be the first to feel her warmth around my cock, causes me to grow harder than imaginable and I watch her eyes widen in surprise.

“You’re perfect,” I say in a deep, growly tone. “I’m fucking glad to hear that I’ll be the first, and I promise not to hurt you, princess.” I groan softly in satisfaction at the flare of want in her blue eyes.

My gaze travels down her body, and my need ramps higher at the sight of her thoroughly kissed lips, puckered nipples, and glistening sex. Slowly, I bend over her, kissing and licking my way up her thighs, leaving goose bumps in my path and reigniting her desire. I stop at her parted thighs, unable to resist the feminine scent of her, her glistening slit beckoning to me.I part her swollen folds, feasting my eyes and taking in her soaking wet sex and puckered clit.

I blow gently over it and her body jerks in response. “Damien!”

She trembles in my arms and sinks her hand into my hair, gripping tight as I blow warm air over her exposed flesh again. I watch in amazement as her hips buck and she gets even wetter. “So fucking responsive,” I rasp, and I continue to tease her engorged clit with warm air, wondering if she could come just by the stimulation alone. Her whimpers and mewls turn into soft pleas as she undulates her hips, waiting for relief.

“P-please,” she begs brokenly, heightening the strung tension inside me.

“It’s alright, princess. Does it ache?” I ask in a guttural tone, still teasing her sopping wet pussy.

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