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“Good,” I whisper back. “Because I don’t want you to.”

He kisses me as soon as those words leave my lips, soft and reverent. I press forward, deepening it, tasting the quiet desperation we’ve both kept buried for too long. When he pulls back, his thumb traces the edges of my jaw.

‘I’m not glass, Damien. You won’t’ break me,” I say softly

I’ve seen the worst parts of him and somehow I want to find the rest. My hands slide beneath his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. It falls to the floor with a quiet thud.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says softly.

“You won’t,” I tell him, more sure of this than anything else in my life right now

He doesn’t look so sure though and I honestly can’t blame him for being unsure. I’d be unsure too.

“Let me show you,” I whisper.

My fingers move to the buttons of his shirt, slow and deliberate. I feel him watching me, but for once, he doesn’t try to control the moment. He lets me take the lead.

The shirt parts, revealing his sculpted bare chest. My fingers brush over his skin for a moment before I reach for the button of his pants. Damien continues to stay silent as I take off every article of clothing he’s wearing. And then I wrap my hands around his cock.

“You’re quiet,” I murmur, feeling a little awkward.

His voice is hoarse when he speaks, “What would you like me to say, mi vida?”

“I don’t know. Anything, something.”

He places his fingers against my cheek, sliding them down to my mouth before pulling on my lower lip.

“Would you like to use these gorgeous lips on me, sweetheart?” he questions gruffly.

I nod slowly.

“Then get on your knees,” he orders.

I swallow before doing as he asked, lowering myself before him. I’ve never really liked giving men blowjobs, but with Damien, I want to do this. I need to make him feel as good as he does me. My panties are slick with arousal and I feel a shiver go through me, as I kneel in front of him. My hands are still wrapped around his cock.

After two jerks, I slowly slide it into my mouth. Darting my tongue, I take tentative licks, wanting to drive him wild. He tastes the same way he smells, like an edge of danger and a forbidden fantasy. He groans, the sound sexually raw. I clench my thighs at the sound. He just oozes such powerful erotic energy without even trying.

“Cassie,” he grits out. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Is that okay, baby?”

He slides his fingers over my hair prompting me to look up. His cock is still in my mouth so I can’t speak. I want him to do whatever he wants with me, and I convey it with my eyes, hoping he understands.

Keeping my head in place, he thrusts all the way in. It’s sudden and effortlessly gripping. I gag hen he thrusts all the way in, my eyes feeling with tears.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “You’re taking me in so well.”

The tears don’t deter Damien and I don’t want them too. He keeps going, thrusting in and out of my mouth while I grapple for nonexistent air. When I think it’ll be too much, he pulls out, gripping my chin and thrusting in again.

“I’m going to come now, sweetheart,” he informs me.

I grab on to his thighs just as warm hot liquid fills my mouth. I swallow each and every drop, sucking him in as much as I can. Damien groans as the pleasure wraps through him, his grip on my hair impossibly tight. He releases when eh comes down from the high, pulling me up and placing a tentative hand on my lips.

His eyes are soft when he looks at me, “You’re a fucking dream come through, Cassandra.”

My heart soars and when he kisses me, I know we’ll be okay. As long as I have him, I can get through anything.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

DAMIEN

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