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holding her carefully made her feel cherished. Then his thumb rubbed across her nipple and her whole body jerked in reaction, her hands reaching up to hold his arms so she didn’t explode but he wasn’t finished with her. He lifted her up and laid her back down on the bed, following her down and his mouth kissed her all the way from just below her ear down to the middle of her chest. When his mouth moved to the left and captured her nipple, she arched against him, pressing her nipple into his mouth and crying out with the heat, the intensity that she couldn’t really control. It left her breathless and wanting.

Her hands moved against his body but because his head was moving slowly downward, she couldn’t do much more but touch and feel.

His own hands were very active, not giving her any reprieve from the pleasure. He moved from one breast to the other, nibbling and teasing, before moving downward even more. His fingers opened the waistband of her skirt and pushed the material off of her. As he took in her nude colored lace underwear, he had to calm himself or he would rip them off of her. The color was too enticing and the lace covering the very heart of where he wanted to be was driving him insane.

Then he realized that his prim little woman was wearing lace thigh high stockings and he smiled, a sensuous, no mercy expression that increased when she instinctively moved her hips, telling him without words that she was right there with him in his need.

He pulled that lace down, revealing her soft curls and he smelled her arousal, making his erection throb with a need to possess her. But he slowed, kissing his way from her navel down to the top of those lovely curls, enjoying her gasps of pleasure and surprise.

He expected her to feel uncomfortable with him kissing her aroused body, but when he nibbled along her inner thigh, she opened for him, obviously needing his touch as much as he needed to touch her.

“You’re gorgeous,” Damon breathed a moment before his mouth covered her, causing her to almost sit up but his hand reached up and pushed her back down while he tasted her, teased her sensitive flesh. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and started pulling, trying to make him stop but he simply ignored her efforts and continued with his ministrations. With one finger inside her, he worked her higher, enjoying the sounds she made as she came closer to her climax. And when she tumbled over, her hands still fisted in his hair as he watched her body throbbed, tasted her pleasure, he could barely control himself from rising up and pushing into her heat.

He rose up, kissing his way up her body and letting her recover slightly, but when he reached her breasts, he smiled and ramped her up once again.

Eva shook her head, not wanting to go back up that hill again but Damon wouldn’t allow her any time to recover. His lips captured her nipple and nibbled, sucked against her and she just about screamed with the need that she’d thought had just been assuaged. She couldn’t believe how quickly she needed him once again. It was like he was the puppet master and she the puppet and he could pull her strings any direction he wanted. He reached into his bedside table and tore a foil packet, sheathing himself with protection before moving back to her warmth.

He pulled her hands above her head while his mouth found her neck, finding that sensitive spot under her earlobe and teasing there all the while, she felt something lower, something that was filling her up and she raised her legs, her knees rubbing against his hips so that she could pull that fullness in deeper. There was only a small point of pain that was gone as soon as it happened and she arched into him, wanting him deeper, her body stretching more than she thought possible but when she finally felt him fully inside her, she couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. She’d been fighting against this happening but now she didn’t know why.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped and tried to move, but he was too heavy over her, too large and until he was ready to move, there was nothing she could do.

But wow! When he shifted just slightly, her fingers gripped his shoulders and her back arched. Her hips