Page 87 of Wild Tangled Hearts

Goosebumps assault my skin, making me shiver.

It feels good. Better than good. Being with him feels fantastic.

Anddangerous.

But deliciously so.

I lay under him in only my panties and one large palm sweeps between my thighs. The pulsating ache that starts is so intense my entire body shudders in response.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin as his head lowers.

Pushing my thighs open with one hand so that his face is between my legs, he blows a warm breath against my damp panties before dragging his teeth across the material, then giving my clit a tiny nip.

“More,” I moan,arching towards him, needing friction.

He laughs against me, the vibration almost making me come. The man is so good at being bad, and I absolutely love it.

When he slides a finger under the material, pushing it aside, my entire body trembles with need.

Damien’s tongue dances across my clit until I squirm and beg him to be inside me.

He chuckles before lifting himself off the bed and discarding his jeans and boxers. Then his mouth is back on mine, and he kisses me with a greedy hunger. A hunger that matches my own.

His hands explore my body, and I’m helpless to him. Arching and aching as his fingers are again inside me, his thumb flicking at my clit.

So many times, I get close to coming, and he pulls back, that cocky smirk on his face as he moves to another spot that sends pleasure racing straight to my pussy.

My fingers curl into the sheets as he enters me, and I suck in a breath as my body expands to take in his full length and thickness.

He takes his time, a slow, steady rhythm that leaves me whimpering for more.

“More,” I whimper, arching toward him and digging my fingers into his hips.

He chuckles, “Demanding, aren’t you.”

“Please,” I beg. And his thrusts become faster, harder, more primal. I’m so close to coming, and I cry out desperately. “It feels so good.”

Every hard, delicious thrust sends exquisite pleasure racing through my entire body. I clench around him as I’m thrown over the edge of ecstasy. Eyes closed, I swear I can feel the pleasure in every cell of my body.

“Bella, look at me,” Damien growls out.

My vision is a lust-filled haze. I blink up at him, and his look is like a hot spear that cuts through the last ounce of self-preservation I have left, leaving me defenseless.

His body trembles and then goes rigid as he comes hard inside me. Collapsing against the mattress, he makes a deep rumbling noise, “Holy god, Bella, you drive me insane.”

I chuckle, feeling the same way.

He pulls me into his arms and murmurs against my ear, “Stay the night.”

“I have an early morning meeting.” I trace the lines of his abs and ask, “Next time?”

“Next time.” I hear the smile that tugs at his lips as he says the words.

Next time.

A promise.

And I want a millionnext timeswith him. The revelation is both terrifying and exciting.

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