Page 154 of The Contract

“Goddamn, Elena,” I groan, flicking my tongue against her swollen clit.

“This pussy was made for my mouth.”

A sharp cry escapes her, her thighs trembling on either side of my head as she writhes, completely at my mercy.

I keep going, my fingers working in perfect rhythm with my mouth—thrusting, stretching, pressing against that perfect spot inside her, sending her higher and higher.

“You taste so fucking good,” I rasp, sliding my tongue lower, dragging it up through her slit before sucking her clit back between my lips.

“I could live between these thighs and die a happy fucking man.”

She gasps, her body arching, her moans turning into desperate little whimpers, and I know—she’s right there, dangling on the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” I growl, my fingers moving faster, my mouth relentless.

“Let me feel you drench my fucking face.”

She cries out, her entire body shattering as she comes, her thighs clenching around me, her nails digging into my scalp.

She’s soaking, her body shaking, and I groan against her as I lap it all up, every last fucking drop.

She’s still trembling when I sit up, wiping my chin with the back of my hand, staring down at her completely wrecked, blissed-out expression.

“Jesus Christ, Damien,” she pants, her voice breathless, her chest heaving.

I smirk, then scoop her into my arms, cradling her against my chest.

She lets out a soft laugh, her arms wrapping around my neck as I carry her through the penthouse like a fucking prize I just won.

I kick the bedroom door shut behind us and toss her onto the center of my bed.

She bounces once, laughing, her hair spilling across my pillows as she props herself up on her elbows, still trying to catch her breath.

“You’re acting like a wild animal,” she teases, her lips curving in a wicked smile as I rip her panties from her body and toss them to the floor.

I grin, shoving my pants down in one motion, letting them drop to the floor as my cock springs free, hard, thick, and aching for her.

“That’s because you make me one,” I admit, crawling onto the bed, caging her beneath me.

Her smile softens as her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in place.

I brace myself on my forearms, lowering my body so I can feel every inch of her beneath me, our bodies flush, her heat searing against me.

I stroke my fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face, my heart pounding at the way she’s looking at me—like maybe this is more than just lust. Like maybe this is real.

“Damien,” she whispers, her hands sliding up my chest, resting over my heart.

I drop my forehead to hers, my breath ragged as I try to slow myself down, to savor this moment, to make it more than just fucking.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” I murmur against her lips.

She tilts her head, brushing the tip of her nose against mine.

“I think I do,” she whispers.

I close the space between us, kissing her deeply, pouring everything I can’t say into the way my lips move against hers, the way my hands grip her waist, holding her like she might slip away if I let go.

She sighs into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss, her body pressing into mine.

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