Purchased Husband (Trophy Husbands #4) - Noelle Adams Page 0,56

probably go back. I feel better now. And they might be wondering where we are.”

Damian stands up when I do, but he grabs me before I can move toward the door. I’m shocked and breathless when he backs me up against a wall without warning and kisses me deep and hard.

I respond immediately. My arms wrap around his neck, and my mouth opens to his tongue. He’s hot and hard and urgent and passionate, and it sends my body and heart into overload. My blood throbs. My head pulses. My spine arches deeply as my nipples tighten.

The embrace feels different than normal, and I can’t think clearly enough to understand why. It’s not just physical arousal, although I’m already aching between my thighs. I feel like I’m flying. Like my feet aren’t on solid ground. Like the only thing holding me down is my desperate grip on Damian.

His hands are moving all over my body, pushing up the skirt to my dress. And it occurs to me then that he’s never initiated with me before. He’s kissed me, but he hasn’t made the first move toward sex. Not even once. He’s always waited for me.

But he initiated this, and it’s definitely sex. Maybe that’s why it feels different. Deep and needy and real.

When he finally breaks the kiss, it’s only to nibble his way down my neck.

I arch up again and gasp loudly as he teases the pulse in my throat with his teeth. “Damian!”

“Yes, baby.” He’s got his hands under my skirt now. He’s cupping my bottom in one of his palms. His words are soft and gravelly against my skin. “Yes.”

I’m clawing my fingernails down the back of his jacket. “Damian, please. I need... I need...”

“Yes.” He lifts his head to kiss my mouth, giving my lower lip a little tug with his teeth as he pulls away. “Say it.”

“Please.” I’m on fire. About to explode. I have no idea how it happened so quickly. “I need... you.”

“Yes. Say it.” He’s just as turned on as I am. His body is so tense it’s almost shuddering, and there’s a hard bulge at the front of his pants that I can’t help but grind myself against.

I give a little sob as he drags down my panties with one of his hands. “I need you to... to...”

“Say it.” He’s working on undoing his pants. Pulling his erection out from his underwear.

“I need you to fuck me,” I burst out in a harsh whisper, right against his ear.

He makes a throaty sound of approval. Parts my legs and pulls my hips away from the wall before he bends his knees, aligns himself at my entrance, and pushes in and up at the same time.

I cry out softly, brokenly, at the penetration. It’s exactly what I want. What I need. I wrap my legs around him tightly as he fucks me against the wall.

It’s not comfortable. At all. My back hurts. My shoulder blades hurt. My skin is hot and damp with effort. And the pressure of arousal is threatening to consume me.

“Hard!” I’m trying to pump my hips, but my position is mostly helpless. He’s entirely in control of both our bodies. “Please, Damian. Hard. And fast.”

He makes another growly sound as his pace intensifies. His face is only inches from mine, and whenever I meet his eyes, they’re almost terrifying in their feral possessiveness.

We’re both grunting like animals as we work up toward release. I get there first, biting my lip to keep from crying out too loudly. He muffles his bellow of victory in the crook of my neck. His body shudders through a climax as I’m holding him tight with my arms and legs.

And he’s mine. In that moment, he’s completely mine—as much as I’m completely his.

We didn’t use a condom. That’s the first thing I realize when I come back to my senses. It’s wet and messy between my legs from both his fluids and mine. My lungs ache as I catch my breath. He lets out a low groan as he steps back and lowers me gently until my feet hit the floor.

My knees buckle. He pulls me into a quick hug.

“You okay?” he murmurs against my ear.

“Yeah. Sorry. My feet are asleep. I’m okay now.”

“I mean altogether. With everything. You okay?”

“Yeah.” I nod and give him a little smile. “I’m good.”

His face softens. His eyes warm. “Good. Me too.”

WE TAKE A FEW MINUTES to clean ourselves up and get our clothes back in order. Both

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