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“Mine,” he repeated more savagely—equally as savagely as the torment of his tongue.

He ravaged me with his mouth. His tongue delved against my clit with voracious, violent lashes, dragging my body kicking and screaming closer to release. When his fingers joined in the torture, two of them sinking to the knuckles, I screamed and swore I ripped hair from his scalp with how hard I grabbed him.

I must’ve looked like I was seizing—maybe I was—with my back bowed almost unnaturally as I clutched his head to my pussy, needing the utter destruction of his sinful mouth.

“You’re mine now, Robber. As ever. Forever,” he swore, his tongue swirling my clit in a way that caught my breath. But when his lips then closed over the swollen bundle of nerves and sucked, it stopped my heart.

I cried out, too lost in desire—in delirium—to halt the catapult of my body toward release. There was no turning back. No stopping to drag him up my body and insist his cock deliver my orgasm. There was nothing but this ferocious storm of lust that swept me in its wanton current…and then pulled me under.

I was flung and then flying off the edge of ecstasy. Hot, glittering sparks ignited through me, my core convulsing as I came. I couldn’t be quiet or still, my scream piercing the room as I rode his criminal mouth through the quakes of my orgasm.

I didn’t know how long I stayed like that—clutching him to me as his tongue lapped up every drop of my release.

“Damon,” I croaked, my voice wavering though my breathing had finally started to even out. My fingers felt foreign as I loosened my grip on his hair—my entire body feeling like he’d just turned it from a caterpillar into a butterfly.

“I could spend days eating your cunt and watching you come. You taste so incredible.”

My inner muscles trembled at the thought, a sound I couldn’t even describe working out of my chest.

In one smooth movement, he drew his head up, his beautiful mouth glistening with my pleasure. Inching back on his knees, he reached for my waist.

“Stand.”

I wasn’t sure I could, but he didn’t give me a choice. I rose on unsteady legs, my muscles having been transformed to Jell-O. I wanted him—I wanted him to find relief too, but there was a very real possibility that another orgasm like that would send me into a coma.

I shivered when his mouth pressed to my sternum in the tenderest kiss, and then my dress, already horribly askew, fluttered to the floor. Fresh heat bloomed as his eyes raked over me, the hunger in them scoring my skin like a set of teeth.

His mouth worked another kiss onto my stomach, and my lethargic sight barely crossed my lips before the world went topsy-turvy as Damon hoisted me in his arms.

I was too exhausted to do anything more than gasp before he flung the covers back and laid me properly in his bed.

“So beautiful, Robber.” With a tenderness that made my eyes burn, he pulled the rest of the pins from my hair, making sure all of it was loose and comfortable.

“Damon…” I reached for him, and instantly, he lowered his head and sealed his lips to mine, sliding his tongue along their seam and leaving me with the faint taste of myself.

“Relax,” he cooed. “I’ll be right back.”

The thought of him leaving brought some awareness to my brain. Enough to focus on him as he stood—and notice the long, thick bulge of his cock as it pulsed along his thigh. If possible, my jaw slackened even more. Feeling him beneath me the other night was one thing, but now seeing him—even the obscured outline of him. Was it possible I didn’t remember this part of him accurately?

Or was it possibly that his infamy wasn’t the only thing that had grown in the years we’d been apart?

And why did it look like there was…I squinted, but Damon had already moved from the side of the bed, my eyes tracking him in the windows until he went into the bathroom.

I had to be imagining it—my muddled mind seeing bumps and ridges along his length that were probably just a figment of the fabric or the shadows in the room. Or some unknown fantasy.

My lashes dipped to my cheeks, another ebb of exhaustion drawing me out of reality. I didn’t want the night to end. I wanted the rest of everything he promised me, and I wanted to show him just how much I’d missed him. But the emotional and physical upheaval of the evening quickly surpassed all other thoughts.

By the time Damon joined me in bed, the only thing I knew was that the arms wrapping around me and holding me to his chest weren’t, for the first time in fifteen years, only in my dreams. Neither was the husky promise that chauffeured me into slumber.

“I will always protect you, Robber.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Robyn

Damon had left.Again.

I rolled my wedding band between my fingers, surprised but not to find it waiting for me on the nightstand when I woke up. I didn’t have to check the rest of the house, or even leave his bed, to know Damon wasn’t here. He wouldn’t have left the ring otherwise—his promise to return.

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