Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,72

the owner of that arousing fragrance stalked me.

His eyes never left mine as he crawled up the bed after me. “I knew you were beautiful, Nicole, but you’ve never looked more so than you do right now,” he said in a voice that pulsated with lustful intentions. “Seeing you here like this was worth every painful fucking moment I had to wait.”

I opened my legs as Damian covered my body with his, put a hand behind my head, and kissed me like he was trying to make sure I wasn’t some kind of mind trick or mirage.

My entire body trembled in relief as we met skin-to-skin. How long had I waited to feel Damian’s hot, gorgeous body fused against mine?

God, how I loved this confusing, stubborn, mouthwateringly beautiful man. I speared my hands into his damp hair, and savored the sensation as I rubbed against him. I’d probably never get my fill of having Damian this close to me, but I was going to relish every second of it.

Any sense of time slid away as he kissed me over and over, every embrace feeling like a covetous sense of ownership, a claiming that I couldn’t deny that I wanted and needed from him.

“Damian,” I murmured as he explored the sensitive skin of my neck, and then my ear.

My body was restless beneath his, desperate for some kind of release from the incendiary, blistering heat this man had been stoking inside me since the moment we’d met.

I’d bottled up every painful ache until not getting my satisfaction just wasn’t an option anymore.

Sex had never been like this for me, like some kind of intense pleasure that was nearly painful. “Please,” I whimpered as I fisted his damp hair.

“Be patient, sweetheart,” he groaned against my breasts as he moved down to lave that wicked tongue over one of my agonized nipples.

I panted, holding his head against my breasts as he moved from one to the other in an effort that I swore he was doing just to torment me.

“You have the most amazing breasts,” he said in a low, naughty bedroom voice that did nothing except ramp up my desire.

I tensed up as his tongue trailed down my belly.

Surely he wasn’t going to…

Dear God, I wasn’t sure if…

No man had ever…

“Damian, I don’t…I can’t…

“Oh, God…” My words came out of my mouth in an erotic moan that I couldn’t contain when he spread my legs wider and buried his head between them with an enthusiasm that had my hands clenching the bedspread beneath me, so I didn’t shoot straight off the bed.

He ran his tongue from the bottom of the pink, quivering flesh between my thighs to the top, where he found my clit, and proceeded to torment the sensitive, small bundle of nerves until I was squirming beneath his talented mouth.

“Damian, I never…” My babbled words seemed to infuse some kind of urgency into his successful efforts to make me completely insane.

Every sensation was unfamiliar because I’d never been with a man who had any desire to go down on me.

Except him.

Except Damian.

And he did it with a greediness that told me he thoroughly enjoyed it.

I let go of my past, and embraced every single raw emotion coursing through my body.

There was only him.

There was only this.

And the overwhelming pleasure only Damian could provide.

“Please-oh-please,” I moaned breathlessly, not even recognizing my own voice anymore.

I grabbed his head, and ground up against his sexy mouth.

I wanted…

I needed…

I had to have…

When I felt a blinding climax creep tantalizingly closer, my head thrashed from side to side, and I wasn’t at all sure I could handle the sheer force of it.

“Damian!” I screamed with abandonment, both fearing and welcoming sweet release. “Yes-please-make-me-come.”

He thrust his fingers deep inside me without releasing the swirling pressure on my clit, and curled them in to a g-spot I never realized I had.

“I-can’t-take-any-more-it’s-way-too-much! Please, Damian,” I yelped, even as I shattered, my entire body splitting into tiny shards as the most forceful orgasm I’d ever experienced tore me apart.

I gasped for breath as the giant climax turned into rhythmic spasms, and I tried to just take air into my lungs as the intensity slowly waned.

Breathe…just breathe, Nicole. You didn’t die. You’re still alive.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

I was a mess by the time Damian climbed back up my body with a shit-eating grin on his gorgeous face.

“Please don’t try to tell me you faked that one,” he said as he stretched out beside me, and held my spent body against him.