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Her words seemed to make something snap inside him. He crossed the remaining distance between them in a rush, fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her to him none too gently.

“I can definitely fuck you.” He kissed her, plunging his tongue into her and, in the process, taking her soul as completely as he took her mouth. “Nothing in my life has ever compared to the way I feel when you’re in my arms, Phoebe. And I’m not leaving you this time until I make you feel the same way.”

Chapter Nine

Oh, sweet universe, shehadto love him as much as he loved her. Damon tangled both hands in the snowy silk of her long tresses, turning her head to the perfect angle to plunder her mouth with his tongue. Phoebe whimpered, and it was only a few seconds before she was kissing him back.

She hooked a leg around his hip and pulled herself into him, grinding her clit against the ridge of his engorged cock. Damon was lost. Nothing mattered -- not the ship, not the Hand of God floating out there somewhere picking up a signal from her brain, nothing. Only this woman. This place. This moment.

He was filled with her sweet essence, a scent that was uniquely hers. Rose petals and lotus blossoms danced with a musky feminine scent only Phoebe carried. There was a sweet, minty flavor lingering on her lips Damon was only too glad to lap at.

Until she bit him.

A sharp intake of air was all he was able to manage. He tasted blood leaking from the wound on his tongue as he pulled back. She didn’t let him go far.

“That’s for being an asshole. Whether you deserve more is something I’ll figure out later.” She was breathing hard, and her breasts underneath the form-fitting uniform heaved with the exertion. “Now, fuck me.”

That did it. Any semblance of control Damon might have had went right out the air lock. With a growl, he grabbed her suit at the neck and tore until she was exposed to the waist. He wanted to see all of her, but those wonderful, rounded globes of flesh beckoned him like a plasma string calls to anarnatentity. There was no force in the universe that could have stopped him from diving face-first between her breasts.

Kissing the valley between them, he grunted when her hands found his head and pulled him to her. He licked a path to each peak, sucking the nipples into his mouth before releasing them with an audible pop. She cried out when he nipped one with his teeth, so he did the other one.

“Sweet sun and stars, Damon, that’s good! So very good. Oh, yes! Like that! Bite my nipples!”

Sweat slicked her skin, and he felt flushed, himself. His cock ached with the need to be inside her, to fuck them both into oblivion. Going back between her breasts, he licked her sternum and the inner curve of each breast until they were slick with his saliva. Once he was satisfied, he freed himself.

“On your knees, Phoebe. I want you to suck me.”

She sank to her knees, a wicked grin playing across her face. “What happens if I don’t?”

Damon knew she was playing. All might not be forgiven yet -- and he was sure there would be hell to pay before it was over -- but she loved this as much as he did. “You’ll force me to punish you.”

She raised an eyebrow, but the smile stayed in place. “Oh, really? And how would you go about that?”

“I’d bare that sweet little ass of yours, turn you over my knee, and spank you until you begged to be fucked.” He was only half joking. The image he’d just conjured was almost his undoing.

“Is that supposed to be an incentive to suck you off? ‘Cause it’s only making me want to defy you all the more.” She opened her mouth and took the head of his dick inside her mouth, but let it slide free after only a couple of strokes.

Damon had to grit his teeth to keep back the moan. “You truly want a spanking? Your cries and the sound of my hand smacking your ass would only cause Viktor to break out of his cell. What if he caught you in that position?”

If Damon had once thought Phoebe an innocent of any kind, her next words shot that image all to hell and back. “Then maybe he’d like to join us.”

That was it. Damon yanked her to her feet and threw her on the cot. She landed on her back with her legs hanging over the side. Before she made a move to get up, Damon braced his knees on the edge of the bed and lowered his pelvis to her chest. His cock rode between her breasts, and she squeezed them around his cock with her hands. He was helpless to do anything but thrust against her chest as he would thrust into her cunt. The fleshy mounds hugged him as snugly as she had the first time they’d made love.

“You like this, don’t you, Damon.” It wasn’t a question. He was sure the sweat popping out all over him was a good indication he was enjoying himself.

She raised her head up slightly and licked the end of his shaft. Her saliva, the pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock, and her sweat increased the lubrication deliciously. Several times she licked him, the sensation teasing him unmercifully. He could no longer keep the grunts of his efforts at bay.

“That’s it, Damon. Fuck my tits. Come on my face and chest, and I might let you spank me while Viktor watches. Would you like that?”

Damon couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought. Of course he didn’t want Viktor to watch! But he couldn’t make himself say it. Just the thought of the big vampire leaning against the wall behind them, his arms crossed over his chest, his fangs bare and ready to drink from one or both of them was enough to push him past the point of no return.

“Moon and stars! I’m coming, Phoebe!” That hoarse croak couldn’t have been his voice, could it?

Phoebe lifted her head again, sticking her tongue out and licking the head of his cock as it thrust madly up at her. “That’s it, that’s it,” she panted. “Give it to me, Damon. Show Viktor I’m yours and no one else’s. Mark me with your seed.”

When his orgasm hit, it did so with the force of a thermonuclear detonation. He couldn’t have stopped the shout of utter ecstasy if he’d tried. Cum erupted from his cock. He sprayed her with spurt after spurt of thick, white semen. Phoebe opened her mouth and caught some of it. She let it dribble down her chin to mingle with what she hadn’t caught, and Damon was hard all over again. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. The look of ecstasy on her face was worth any price Damon had to pay. She hadn’t come herself, but she had enjoyed what she’d done to him. Most likely, she enjoyed the power it gave her to be in total control of his pleasure.

When he’d had a chance to catch a couple of breaths, Damon stood. “All right, you little temptress. You asked for it -- you’re going to get it.”

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