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“And actions,” he added.
“Actions speak louder.” I leaned forward to press my lips to his again, and I whispered against them, “I think I’m ready for more of those actions now.”
Damien reached down to lift me up by the backs of my thighs, and as he did, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“As much as I want to bend you over that sofa and prove that you’re mine, I’m not that much of a bastard, despite what people say,” he said as he carried me across the living room.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding on tight as he added, “For your first time, you deserve a bed.”
“I just want you,” I told him, speaking my truth. “Not a watered-down version. Only you.”
“Oh, I won’t be watering anything down, don’t you worry.” He hummed. “I want to take my time, make us both comfortable, and then, I’ll fuck you until you can’t take anymore.”
“Is that a promise?” I asked.
“Damn fucking right it is.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Maya
He carried me through to the bedroom, and then, releasing my arms from around his neck, he threw me down onto the bed.
“I might’ve brought you in here so you’d be more comfortable, but don’t think for a minute that I’m going to go easy on you,” he growled as he stood at the side of the bed, staring down at me, lying there, waiting for him. “Now take your fucking clothes off. I want to see every inch of you.”
The commanding way he spoke sent shivers down my spine and flutters through my belly.
Biting my lip, I watched as he reached backwards and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Such a simple action, and yet, he looked so fucking sexy. Then, with his heated stare never wavering from me, penetrating right through me with its intensity, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, kicking them off.
There was a sly smirk on his face as he watched me tentatively pull down my leggings, slowly kicking them to the end of the bed. Then, I sat up and began to take my T-shirt off.
“That’s it. Take it all off,” he demanded, his voice deep and gritty, reverberating right through me.
The lustful way he looked at me, like he couldn’t wait to devour me as he stared at my legs and then followed my hands as I lifted my T-shirt over my head, made me want to tease him more. To elongate the pleasure for both of us.
“I need to see you, Maya. All of you,” he rasped.
“I need to see you, too,” I replied, glancing provocatively at his boxers and the noticeable bulge I could see at the front.
He smirked and pushed them down his legs, then stood up, exposing his gorgeous body in all its glory. And glorious was exactly what he was. Strong, muscular, tanned, and so fucking perfect. Seeing him for the first time, how big he was, made my nerves flutter, and I tried to hold in my gasp. I couldn’t stop staring at his long, hard, thick cock. And he wrapped his hand around it, giving himself a few slow pumps as he watched me watching him.
“I can’t wait to be inside you.” His eyes were hooded with desire as he spoke, devouring me as I unhooked my bra. “And I can’t wait to fuck you, Maya. Your tight little pussy, your mouth, your ass,” he said with a wicked grin, and then, when he saw my breasts for the first time as I sat on the bed, he sighed. “And those tits. Fuck, they’re even better than I imagined.”
“You’re even better than I imagined,” I replied, unable to shift my gaze from his hand stroking his cock. “And I imagined you... a lot.”
He liked that I’d said that, and I felt the pride bristle from him as his shoulders fell back and his smirk grew more cocky and wicked.
He gave his cock a few more strokes, then climbed onto the bed and pushed me to lie backwards.
“No need to imagine any more,” he growled. “You’ve got the real thing.” And I felt his cock graze my thigh as he lay over me, kissing me brutally and hard.
His tongue plunged into my mouth, invading, tasting, taking what he wanted. Our teeth clashed, and our lips tangled in a punishing, almost bruising fight to claim each other.
He took my breast in his hand and squeezed hard, and I moaned through our kiss at the excruciatingly sensual touch. A touch that felt like he was branding me, claiming me as his. Every inch of me.
The gentle pulse between my thighs beat a little harder and a little faster in response to everything he was doing. My need for him growing stronger as he touched and kissed me like he wanted to fuse us together, body and soul.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, groaning into the kiss as he massaged and teased my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. And when I arched my back, scraping my nails across his scalp as I groaned, he broke the kiss and said, “I love how fucking needy you are.”
