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She smiles, stroking my arm. “I’ll admit I’ve had some pretty conflicting feelings about this, but deep down inside, I just don’t believe you’re a bad guy.”
“But I am,” I counter. “After my mom died, I made trouble up and down the Range. That’s how I met my gang. I was just running around like a wrecking ball, getting into fights, stealing things, and selling them off to even more questionable types than myself. I was involved in some truly bad shit, Winnie.”
“But you’re not now,” she says, leaning close to me. “You were just a kid, then, and what I saw today was a man. A man who knows how to put others before himself.”
I look up at her, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Pure and sweet, but with a heart of fire and steel in her blood. I never thought I’d meet such a woman, let alone have one by my side.
“You’re beautiful, Winnie,” I blurt out, feeling myself losing it. “I don’t deserve you. I’ve been such a prick—”
“Shh,” she whispers, putting her fingers over my lips. “Enough now. It’s time for me to keep taking care of you. Just lay back.”
She climbs into my lap and kisses me, pushing my head back against the couch. Her hands roam across my shoulders, easing the tension from my muscles as her tongue caresses mine.
I really don’t deserve her… but God fucking help me, I’m too selfish to let her go.
Chapter 23 - Winnie
Seeing Damon so vulnerable affects me deeply. My inner fears melt away, and all I want to do is comfort him.
I’m so impressed by the way he handled himself today. He held back from violence, even though it’s all he’s ever known.
I straddle his lap, kissing him deeply. He stays still underneath me, hands loosely on my hips, and slowly stroking up my back. His touch is thrilling, sending waves of pleasure across my skin and awakening desire deep within me.
I’ve been looking for an excuse to trust him, any reason I could use to justify staying with him. Today, he proved to me that he isn’t violent and selfish.
“Winnie, you don’t have to do this,” he mutters. “I understand you want to make me feel better, but—”
I chuckle, putting my fingers over his lips. “In case you didn’t notice, this was my idea. I can stop if you want me to.”
“No!” he protests, grinning. “By all means.”
“Good,” I say, kissing him again.
I run my hands across his broad shoulders, exploring with my fingertips and digging in to feel his hard muscles. As I wriggle on top of him, I focus on the desire awakening inside me, the overpowering arousal mixed with fierce need that I have only ever felt with him.
Pressing him down into the couch, I slowly unbutton his shirt and run my fingertips lightly across his skin. I feel the goosebumps rising under my hands, flashing over his skin and making him shiver.
Damon runs his hands down my thighs, gripping me a little but letting me move on top of him. I feel powerful and in control, but also slightly awkward and unsure.
I want to explore this feeling, though. And he’s letting me, so…
Leaning back, I thrust my hips against him, clinging to his shoulders. Immediately, the heat inside me escalates into a throbbing, insistent ache, a wave of pleasure I can feel racing through me until even my fingers tingle.
Damon wraps his hands around my ass and squeezes me, making me moan as the aching feeling rushes to my clit. I squirm on top of him, teasing myself, letting the sensation build until I almost can’t stand it.
Running my fingers slowly up my belly, I gather my dress in my hands and pull it over my head. My nipples harden even more as my breasts bounce free. Damon gasps, tugging me closer to him and burying his face between them.
I bend in his arms, letting him pull me close with one hand while his other squeezes and kneads my breasts. His hot tongue flicks out, teasing my nipples, and I feel just an edge of pain when he grazes my skin with his teeth.
Groaning, Damon wraps both hands around my ass and tugs me forward, thrusting towards me with his hips at the same time. I cry out when I feel his body clash against mine and grind against the pressure, trying to satisfy the throbbing in my clit. The aching inside me just gets worse, and I start to writhe against him, almost mindless with desire.
Suddenly, Damon grunts, hitching his hands under my thighs as he stands up, lifting me and spinning us around so he can drop me on the couch. He goes straight down onto his knees, rips my panties off, and plunges his mouth into my pussy.
I scream as his tongue lashes inside me and his lips find my clit. Damon grabs my thighs, forcing my legs apart and pinning me as he delves deeper with his mouth, eating me out as if he has a furious hunger and I’m the only thing that can satisfy it.
I hold onto his head, rocking my hips towards him so he can lick through every delicate fold and stroke his tongue deep inside. The pulsing ache inside me intensifies, spreading through my pussy, making me thrust against him. Damon growls, digging his fingers into my thighs and sucking hard on my clit.
