Yes. I wanted

Yes. I wanted
He stepped closer, stealing my personal space. “I love it when you say my name. You say it with such conviction that I feel at home.”
A slight shiver of desire ran down my spine at his words. There was something extremely potent about the idea of bringing this powerful man to his knees.
And no. It wasn't going to go that way. It was a potentially addictive idea, and I was supposed to be looking for ways to escape.
So why couldn't I look away from him?
As Damon captivated my gaze, I felt hot, my nerves tingling with anticipation. My whole body was on high alert as he watched me without blinking.As if I was his only target.
“Lift the partition “ Damon ordered his chauffeur with tense, cutting words.
The sound of the opaque window opening in the middle of the car filled the silence and Damon slowly unfolded from his seat towards me. He approached me as if I were his prey, forcing me to submit to him in the cramped space.
He slid his hand down my waist and along my spine, spreading his fingers wide between my shoulder blades.“Did you put this on for me?”
I gulped. “.Yes. I wanted..”
“What did you want, Bailey?”
Fuck, I struggled to think as he pulled me closer, grinding his hips with mine, and I felt the pressure of his hard cock against my hip bone. His other hand ran along the outside of my thigh, circling it and dragging it down to his waist.
My heart was pounding in my chest. “I wanted to look good for you.”
“Bailey “ He pronounced my name as a warning. Or maybe a threat. I didn't know for sure.
Damon stepped even closer, closing the distance between us. “Are you going to stop me?”
I should. I really should, but this attraction between us was gravitational.Like stars colliding.It seemed inevitable.

I shook my head.
“Thank fuck,” he said in a harsh whisper. And then he pounced.
His mouth collided with mine in an explosive kiss.Like lighting a match with gasoline, a fire erupted inside me until I burned hotter than the sun.Damon's tongue demanded entrance, and I submitted. Body and soul, I submitted to him. The man who stole me and the man who made me feel more alive than ever.
There was fire everywhere his hands touched me, even through the fabric of my clothes. God, how I longed to be naked.I wanted to feel his touch on my skin, to feel the roughness of his fingers as they ran over my body.
I was so lost I wasn't even thinking anymore.I gave myself over to his touch, to the feel of him, until I was only aware of him.
Damon pulled away and something inside me screamed at the loss. But as I regained my sight, I realized he wasn't stopping, just descending down my body.I clumsily undid the buttons of my pants, cursing as I unbuttoned them, but then the wet heat of his mouth surrounded my cock, sucking me from root to tip.
I cried out, a raw, wild sound. I moved my hips upward, forcing Damon to penetrate me deeper.He gagged, and, fuck, I think that became my new favorite sound.
Whatever the connection between us was, whether I fully understood it or not, I felt him tighten around me more with every brush of his tongue up and down my slit.I sank my hands into her dark hair, holding it as she moved in and out of her mouth, her sharp fangs digging into my sensitive skin and making me shudder.
I picked up the pace, pushing my cock deeper into his throat, forcing him to receive it. Part of me wanted to punish him for kidnapping me.“Fuck, fuck.”
And he let me. He took each of my onslaught and reveled in it.His fingers dug into my hips so hard they left bruises, and saliva dripped down his chin. Seeing him between my thighs made my head spin.
Damon Checov was on his knees.
For me.
And he looked like he was enjoying it.
Heat began to build at the base of my spine along with a tingle of pleasure that made my toes bristle.
“I'm going to cum,” I managed to gasp as I held his gaze.I wanted to watch as I filled her mouth, as she swallowed my cum.
I screamed as I reached orgasm, my body tensing under his as he continued to suck my cock until I was hypersensitive. I let go of his hair and Damon looked up at me with a wide grin, those pointy canines giving him a hint of mischief.
Damon moved back up my body and kissed my lips. I felt my taste as his tongue brushed mine, but I didn't care.
“Can I return the favor?” I asked, tracing the curve of his hip and pointing to his belt.
He shook his head. “We don't have time.”
I frowned and my hands paused in their task.