Gone - Anna Brooks Page 0,13

anything other than… him.

I’m so mesmerized by the lethal desire in his eyes I don’t notice his hands moving until they’re holding my face.

Then he jerks me up, crushes me to him, and claims my mouth. Raw need and pure desire finally meet explosively. The tingling from my knees dances to between my thighs, and I grab his button-down in order to prevent me from toppling over.

Oh. My. God.

I hold on for dear life when he slants his head and takes hungry possession of my mouth. I didn’t even know a man could do that. I whimper as he pushes his tongue inside, and he responds with a grunt.

My panties were already wet from him just being here, from thinking about him constantly, but with his hands on me and his mouth fucking mine, they’re saturated now.

His fingers bite deeply into my ass and he lifts me as if I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his hips and feel the huge, hard length of his erection against my crotch. Sinking my heels into his lower back, I grind myself against him.

Somehow, he walks us to my bedroom, and I have no idea how he knew where it was or how he got us to this point with me still clinging to him, but now that we’re here, there are no misconceptions about what’s going to happen.

And then it’s a frenzy. He tears at my shirt, I tear at his, he rips my bra off, and when he sees my breasts fly free, he tests their weight and massages them possessively as if this isn’t the first time. More like he owns them, and he’s going to do whatever he wants to them. He groans low and slow, and then before I know it, we’re both naked.

Seeing him like this—so close, so hot—causes me to pause. Part fear, part excitement. “Damien…” I lick my lips as he rolls a condom down the thick, long length of his impressive cock. I’d normally worry that I wasn’t ready if another man tried to have sex with me with so little foreplay, but he must know I’m already ready for him.

I’ve been ready for him.

He says nothing as he climbs onto the bed, crawling like a lion stalking its prey. Kneeling between my legs, he runs his fingers up my thighs and rolls his tongue. Spreading me open, he leaves my legs wide, and my sex totally exposed. I have to close my eyes. It’s too much. How is it too much when he’s barely touched me?

The bed dips when he lowers to an elbow, then he fists my hair as he pokes at my slick and desperate entrance. I lift my lids to find his lips mere inches from mine, meeting the heat of his gaze with my own, and at this moment, I know why he hasn’t said a word. He doesn’t need to. The desire and desperation is written all over him.

He was so savage with his kisses and getting us to this point that I don’t expect for him to slowly ease inside me, but he does. My eyes hooded and heavy as he stretches me more than I have ever been before. He tugs at my hair, forcing me to look at him again and give him what he wants. He takes while at the same time giving. The back of my eyes burn from everything, the pain, the pleasure, the need, from everything I wanted from him but thought I’d never get, to what he’s about to give me and not knowing if I can handle it all.

It feels like it goes on forever before he’s fully seated, and I wiggle at the amazing sensation of having him fill me. He fits me perfectly, and as much as I love studying the perfection of his profile, I need him to move.

I roll my hips and gasp at the friction of his crisp hair rubbing against my clit. It feels so fucking good that I spasm around him, which makes his hand at the back of my scalp tighten even more.

The ache and the bliss of everything is too much but not enough. My thighs shake as I drop my hips and pull them up again, then circle. I knew it was coming, that I’d be coming, but I wasn’t expecting it to hit me so fast. I should have known I’d come from him just being inside me.

Damien’s name echoes in my room as I scream