Page 63 of Wild Tangled Hearts

I pretend to consider it. "Well, I did order it for us to share..."

He plucks the last piece of pizza from the box and offers it to me.

I shake my head, a coy smile on my lips. "I think I’ll save my appetite for later."

He chuckles, then leans closer, his eyes locked on mine. “Ready for dessert now?” There’s a hint of teasing in his expression, so I play along.

“If you want, we can raid my secret chocolate stash.”

He chuckles. “That wasn’t what I was thinking. But your rules, beautiful. Whatever you want.”

“You know what I want?” I say playfully, fingers moving under his shirt, brushing against his warm skin, up his abs.

“What’s that?” He swallows hard as I lean closer.

“You.”

He lets out a low growl and tosses the pizza slice back into the box. “You're something else, you know that?"

Before I can respond, he captures my lips in a passionate kiss. The taste of pizza lingers on his lips, and the sensation sends a rush of desire through me.

In one smooth motion, Damien sweeps me up off the couch, his strong arms effortlessly lifting me. My heart flutters with excitement as he carries me towards my bedroom.

A journey that feels like an eternity and a fleeting moment, a whirlwind of anticipation and longing.

“You are so fucking, beautiful, Bella,” his voice is dark and rough.

His hand skims down my neck and over the curve of my shoulder as he places me on the bed. He kisses the hollow of my throat, and I shiver, my skin blossoming with a thousand goosebumps.

Oh God.

Every ounce of oxygen disappears from my lungs.

Our tongues dance, teeth gently grazing, hands exploring. We consume each other as if the world teeters on the brink of oblivion, and this is our final opportunity to savor sensation.

My panties are slick with arousal, and I tug on Damien’s hair, desperate for more. More of his touch, his kiss, his scent. I want to fill every inch of my body, heart, and soul with this man.

He removes my pants, sliding them down my thighs, the callused tips of his fingers rough against my skin. Next, my shirt, his hands roaming over my body, over the lace of my bra, and then down, cupping my ass.

So good.

He sweeps his palm up my inner thigh to my core and lets out a low growl when he discovers how wet I am. “You’re killing me, Bella. I want to take this slow. Make it special—”

“It’s perfect,” I rasp, not wanting him to stop.

His thumb rubs over my clit through my drenched panties, and I arch against his hand, needing more. His fingers grip my panties, and he slowly rolls them down my thighs, tongue following the path down, then back up — his lips and tongue trail across my hips, stomach, and breasts.

“Damien.” His name is a whimper of pleasure that escapes my throat.

He removes my bra, playing and teasing my nipples until I’m writhing beneath him.

“Please,” I beg.

My plea does the job because it’s only a few moments later that he’s completely naked.And so gloriously beautiful.

I let my gaze linger on the thick length of his erection. Heavy veins strain against satiny flesh, and a small drop of pre-cum glistens at the tip of the bulging head.

He pulls a condom from his discarded jeans, and I take it from him, ripping the package open and slowly sheathing his thickness.

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