Page 82 of Give In

“Hold onto the headboard, Eden.”

His order didn’t make sense through the lust-fog, though I dropped my arms to the side all the same. “What?”

“Hold the headboard and don’t let go until I say so.” As though he couldn’t be separated for longer than absolutely necessary, Damien’s last word was muttered against my mouth before he took it. Shifting his weight, his splayed hand spanned my hip and moved up.

Tenderly following the dip of my waist.

Reverently curving the swell of my breast.

Roughly caressing my arm, pressing it upward as he continued his path until our arms were outstretched above our heads.

Tightly encircling my wrist before easing his hold, his hand wrapped around mine as he curled my fingers around a slat on his headboard.

I wrapped my other hand around a slat because as badly as I wanted to touch him, I wanted his hands and mouth on me more.

His groan of approval vibrated against me as he pushed my bra down and cupped my breast. The rough pad of his thumb skimmed across my nipple, tightening it and making me moan.

Tearing his mouth from mine, he licked along my neck until he reached my ear. “Quiet, Eden,” he whispered raggedly, his lips grazing. Like a test, he pushed against me harder, his fingers giving my nipple a hard tug. I nearly bit through my lip, but my silence was rewarded again when he pushed the other cup down and caressed that breast.

Taking his time, he trailed down to my breasts, sporadically kissing and nipping. I was tense and on edge, never knowing when to expect the soft brush of his lips or the sharp pain of his teeth.

Never knowing which I was hoping for.

He inched closer to my nipple, only to swirl his treacherous tongue around it before retreating. Over and over, he switched between my breasts, getting close to my nipples but never touching them.

I stretched, arched, twisted, and turned, desperate to end the torment.

“Patience, angel,” he murmured before starting again, farther away each time I tried to push him.

Strung tight, I jerked when Damien’s large hand covered me over my panties, his long middle finger grazing up and down. I wanted to move, to beg him to touch me harder, but I knew if I did, he’d stop.

“So wet,” he gruffly murmured, pushing my panties to the side. His fingers began their slow exploration as he continued teasing my breasts, the combination making me mindless. When his mouthfinallyclosed around my nipple and sucked hard, there was no holding in my moan of pleasure and sigh of relief.

His hand and mouth left me as he glared through hooded eyes.

Rolling my lips between my teeth, I squeezed the headboard hard enough to leave indents in my flesh.

Satisfied, he sucked my nipple into his mouth, holding it between his teeth and flicking his tongue rapidly across it. His finger settled over my clit, circling as he applied enough pressure that my hips shot up.

My impending orgasm built to unbearable levels—each bite, flick, stroke, and press launching me higher and higher. I needed to come more than I’d needed anything before. More than I needed to breathe or eat or even sleep. It wasn’t just about what he was doing at that moment, though that was enough. The tension that filled me was the culmination of hate and anger and a desperately denied torrent of lust.

It was our dysfunctional pendulum, swinging so hard it would break.

And it would take me with it.

I chased it until I was at the metaphorical cliff, about to dive into the blissful abyss. For fear of him stopping, I held my breath to keep my scream from escaping. My legs began to tremble, my thoughts a rush of nothing and everything all at once.

And then he stopped.

Like a bungee cord was attached to my back, my jolt from the edge was violent and jarring. My breath whooshed from my lungs, a plea on the tip of my tongue.

I practically sobbed with relief when he readjusted, switching to torment my other nipple as his thick finger slid between my pussy lips. He skimmed along, slow and teasing. By the time his finger moved up to work my clit harder than before, I was a ticking time bomb ready to explode. My breath quickened, my brain went hazy, and my eyes closed as I clutched the headboard tighter.

And then he stopped.

But the heartless bastard wasn’t just pausing to rest his fingers or mouth. No, hestopped.

“Nooo!” I reached out to hold him to me, but my boneless, trembling arms may as well have been cooked spaghetti with as easily as he dislodged himself.

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