Page 9 of Wild Tangled Hearts

“You’re gorgeous.” Those icy eyes of his burn with blue fire as he stares down at me.

My pulse thuds a wild beat. Damien, Damien, Damien.

I don’t care if this is a game for him. Because whatever the hell it is, I am enjoying every second. Even if it’s just for tonight, my head is creating memories that will help me through any future dry spells.

He captures my mouth again. His lips are warm and demanding, and his palms slip across my wanting flesh, and I jerk towards him.

“More,” I beg.

“God, Bella, you’re killing me,” he hisses, his finger plunging deep inside my pussy, pulling a strangled cry from my throat. The last remaining fabric on my body is peeled away, my panties discarded on the floor, and I hear the plastic tear before he rolls the condom over his cock.

An overload of sensations fires through me, infusing every cell with lust.

“Bella,” he moans against my lips, the thick head of his cock nudging against my entrance. “You still want this?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

He fills me with one hard thrust, and I cry out at his fullness.

Heat blazes like an inferno across my skin, pleasure coiling inside me.

His thrusts are fierce and intense, and I match his pace, my hips moving with him, my hands raking across his gorgeous flesh.

Our movements are desperate. Almost feral. Lust raging like a storm, just waiting for its release.

And then I swear I burst into a million pieces of ecstasy.

I gasp, fingers digging into his back, as wave after wave of pleasure rips through my body. With a strangled groan, he goes rigid before collapsing beside me.

We lay there panting, unable to move. I don’t trust my legs to work even if they had to.

I expect him to get up and leave, but he pulls me against him, wrapping an arm around me, his voice a guttural rasp as he says, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A smile pulls at my lips, my eyes heavy.

And as I lay in his arms, sleep engulfing me, a small dance of hope plays in my chest.

Maybe, maybe, maybe...

As the first rays of morning sunlight filter through the curtains, I stir from my slumber, the remnants of our passionate night together still lingering in my thoughts. Stretching, I reach out to the other side of the bed and find the space empty.

Reality rushes in, and I can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment.

But what did I expect?

With a sigh, I pull myself out of bed and slip into a robe, my footsteps taking me to the kitchen. And there, on the wooden table, sits a single rose, most likely taken from my neighbor’s garden, a rebellious yet charming gesture that Damien would make. Beside the flower is a caramel macchiato from the Artful Bean, steam still rising from the cup, and a note.

Thank you for an amazing first date. Can’t wait to see you again.

Damien

A smile tugs at my lips, and the disappointment from his absence dissipates. Maybe there’s more to this bad boy than meets the eye.

Reader’s Choice:

What should Bella do next?

Embrace the danger and go on another date withDamien. Turn to this page.

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