Page 205 of The Contract

Her dress slides up her thighs, her body rocking against me, and I groan into her lips.

“Fuck, Elena.”

“Damien—”

I can’t take it anymore.

I flip us, laying her flat against the leather seat, my hands gripping her knees and spreading her apart.

“I’ve dreamed about this.” My voice is dark, wrecked. “Twice, to be honest.”

Her breath hitches. “Only twice?”

I silence her when I rip her panties from her body. “And tonight, I’m making it a fucking reality.”

I drag my lips down her body, over the curve of her thigh, down to the place that’s soaking wet for me.

“If you keep that up, at this rate, I’ll be walking around with no panties on.”

I groan at the thought of her pretty pussy on display for me and have to actually squeeze my hard cock to alleviate some of the fucking pain.

“That’s fine with me.”

I speak the words against her cunt a second before my mouth is on her, claiming what’s mine.

She cries out, her back arching, her nails digging into my scalp as my tongue slides through her.

I flick her clit, lapping at her like she’s the only thing keeping me alive.

She thrashes, her heels digging into my back, her hips rocking against my mouth.

“Damien, please?—”

I slide two fingers into her, curling them against that sweet, soft spot that makes her fall apart for me.

And fuck—she does.

Her entire body tenses, her breath catching, her pussy squeezing my fingers like a vice.

And then she falls apart. Her gasps and moans are loud, wrecked, and perfect.

I lap up every drop, savoring her, worshipping her.

And when she finally comes down, when her body stops trembling, when her breath steadies, she pushes me back.

“I need you, Damien,” she whispers, climbing onto my lap, straddling me.

Her dress slides down her arms, pooling at her waist—and fuck—her tits spill free, bouncing as she unbuckles my pants.

In seconds, she’s gripping my cock, lining me up, and then she’s sinking down on me.

My head falls back, my hands digging into her hips as she takes me to the hilt.

“Christ, baby.” I groan, gritting my teeth. “You feel like fucking heaven.”

Her nails scrape down my chest, her walls clenching around me.

“Show me how much you missed me,” she whispers, rolling her hips.

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