Page 92 of Dirty Little Secrets
His warmth engulfs me, his scent intoxicating as he stumbles backward toward the fur rug in front of the fireplace, limbs and lips chaotic in every movement, every touch.
Our kiss deepens, and I'm overwhelmed by the surge of light that washes over me. I pull him closer, running my hands through his hair, and I want to consume him, to merge our bodies into one.
Breaking apart, I gasp for air as Damon lowers me to the ground, his gaze dark and delicious and depraved in the most breathtaking way possible.
With a beastly grunt, he dips his head between the crook of my neck, his teeth and tongue conjuring up a fucking whirlpool in my core. I moan, struggling to remove his shirt, his belt, his pants. Fog fills my mind as we rip each other's clothes off, my dress flying across the room, and then we’re bare, naked, our skin stuck together like toxic glue.
The fire roars behind us as we lay on the fur rug, Damon hovering above me, his skin hot with desire.He trails his fingers along my collarbone, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
He lowers his mouth to mine, his lips soft and tender as he caresses my face. Then, he breaks away and moves down my body. He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, teasing and tormenting me with his lips and tongue.
I arch my back, offering myself to him, wanting him to take me completely. Damon arches down, his tongue tracing slow circles around my nipples, and I moan, my body trembling. He takes me in his mouth, sucking and nibbling, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through me. I grip his hair, holding him close, urging him on.
He moves lower, kissing my stomach, my navel, and finally reaching my sex.
His mouth is hot and wet as he kisses and licks me, his tongue flicking over my clit. I cry out, my body convulsing with pleasure as I come undone. Damon rises above me, his eyes dark and full of hunger. I reach for him, wanting to feel him inside me.
With a flick of his wrist, Damon flips me over, his rough hands gripping my hips as he positions himself behind me. I arch my back, and he enters me with a single thrust.
Damon moves slowly at first, savoring every moment, every sensation. But soon, his pace quickens, and I'm lost in the pleasure coursing through my veins. He knows exactly how to touch me, how to make me lose control.
The pressure inside me builds and builds until I’m ready to fucking explode. Damon grips my hips tighter,and he thrusts harder, faster, pushing me closer to the edge.
I cry out his name, my body convulsing as I see goddamn stars. But Damon doesn't stop. He continues to fuck me, savor me, unwilling to let this moment pass. My core clenches again, and I let go, exploding in a blaze of ecstasy.
Damon's thrusts become more urgent, more frenzied, and I know he’s about to come, about to fill my pussy with such warmth. With one final thrust, we collapse on the rug, our limbs entangled, our breaths ragged gasps.
Damon wraps his arms around me, holding me close, and a sudden wave of guilt crashes over me.
“Let’s spend Christmas here,” Damon whispers into my skin, his breath hot and heavy as he kisses my shoulder. “Just you and me. No one else. Let’s disappear for a week, Emery. Away from everything.”
I swallow, squirming in his hold as I mumble, “I… I want to, Damon but…” Shit. Why did I agree? “I have plans Christmas Eve.”
“So change them,” he hums, chest rising and falling against my spine as he holds me so tight I almost can’t breathe. “You’ve got a few days left.” He rests his cheek against me. “Change them.”
I turn in his embrace, facing him as my fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I don't know if I can.” The gratitude and longing in Quinton’s voice haunts me, and I instantly forgive myself for the lie I’m about to tell. “I promised my family I’d celebrate with them.”
Damon frowns, a shadow of darkness crossing his face. “You’ve spent twenty-eight Christmas Eves with your family, Emery. I think they can spare you for just one.” His gaze pricks my heart as he pleads. “Please? For us.”
Us. There’s an us now. I let that happen. Tonight, I’ve agreed to it. Perhaps I’m weak. Fickle in my reserve. But I agreed. It’s not fair to Damon if I don’t try. I’ve given him hope now.
Panic sets in. I’ve set some things in motion that need to be stopped. If I’m going to do this, then I need to be all in. Despite my resignation, I need to trust him one hundred percent. I need to be invested in him and him only. I can do it. I can force myself to do it.
“I'll see what I can do,” I finally say, and Damon grins, planting a soft kiss on my lips.
“That's all I ask,” he says, glancing toward the kitchen. “Are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?”
“Sure,” I say, and Damon clumsily gets up to his feet. Once he’s out of the room, I search the living room floor for my cell phone.
With shaky hands, I open my messenger app and pull up the conversation with Tony, hesitating for a split second before sending a text. Ignorance is bliss. And I want to stay here for as long as I can.
Cancel my request. Keep the fee.
I nibble on the inside of my cheek as I wait for a reply but nothing comes. Not a word. Noacknowledgement. Nothing. It’s fine. He got the message. It’s handled. Swallowing, I scroll down to my last conversation with Quinton, my fingers hovering over the keyboard before I slowly type out.
I’m sorry, Quin. But something came up and I can’t co
“Hungry?”
