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Her eyes widened at his bold confession, shock flickering across her face. But Damien didn’t give her even a second to process it. His mouth claimed hers again, cutting off any chance for thought.
She blinked quickly, noticing his eyes had fallen shut as he captured her bottom lip between his and drew on it slowly, almost greedily.
Her neck strained slightly from the way she had to tilt her face upward toward him. A dull ache began to form, but she ignored it completely. That small discomfort meant nothing compared to the countless times he had pulled away from her before.
She could feel the rough scrape of his stubble beneath her fingertips as her hand rested against his jaw. She felt the subtle movement of his muscles as he kissed her.
Her eyes drifted closed when his tongue pushed into her mouth, meeting hers in a heated clash. Their tongues tangled together, a familiar battle for control but just like every time before, he dominated the exchange.
Her hand slid down slowly, pressing against his chest.
Damien broke the kiss when she pushed lightly, leaving her breathless as she tried to steady herself. But he wasn’t finished.
Not even close.
His lips brushed along her jaw before trailing lower, leaving a path of heated kisses down the curve of her neck and across her collarbone.
Jacqueline bit down on her lip to keep from moaning as his teeth grazed her skin, nipping lightly before soothing the spot with his mouth.
Then he pulled back.
Her eyes fluttered open hazily.
Her brows knit together in confusion when he suddenly lowered himself, dropping to his knees in front of her.
Her confusion turned to shock.
Her eyes widened dramatically as his hands grasped the edge of her fluffy towel and gathered the fabric upward.
“Damien?” she asked, her voice flustered as his dark gaze moved over her most private place.
Before she could react further, he reached behind her thigh and lifted one of her legs, resting it over his shoulder.
Her breath caught sharply.
Her eyes grew even wider when he leaned forward and blew a soft stream of air against her sensitive flesh.
“W–what are you doing?” she stammered.
One of her hands dropped to his shoulder as she tried to push him away, but he responded with a low, primal growl before burying his face between her legs.
A strangled gasp tore from her throat.
Her head fell back against the wall as her eyes slammed shut.
Pleasure struck her all at once sharp and overwhelming.
Her lips parted as heavy breaths left her chest, her body rising and falling with every gasp.
The hand that had been pushing him away moments earlier slid into his hair, clutching the strands tightly as she pulled him closer.
Her eyes rolled back when his tongue moved against her.
The tension building inside her snapped violently when he growled against her and intensified his efforts.
Her back arched.
Her head fell back.
And she shattered beneath the force of the pleasure crashing through her body.
Her entire form trembled as the climax tore through her, wave after wave of sensation rippling through her.
Damien didn’t stop immediately. He continued just long enough to stretch the moment, drawing out every last trace of her release.
Only then did he finally pull away.
Her legs gave out instantly.
She collapsed forward, but Damien caught her before she could fall, gathering her into his arms.
Her body still trembled in the aftermath as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes remained fixed on her, watching in quiet amazement as the echoes of pleasure still moved through her.
Slowly, Jacqueline opened her eyes.
The moment her gaze met his, her heart skipped wildly.
Only then did she become aware of their position.
She was sitting on his lap.
And when she shifted slightly, she felt the unmistakable hardness pressing against her thigh.
Damien shifted subtly at her movement.
Jacqueline leaned forward, lifting a hand to cup his jaw gently. She moved closer and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
But just as Damien began to deepen the kiss
She pulled away.
Rising carefully onto unsteady legs.
The sight before her stole her breath.
She stood there in the dimly lit room while the powerful man remained on his knees in front of her.
The image alone sent her heart racing.
But it wasn’t that which affected her the most.
It was the softness in his eyes.
The vulnerability there made her chest tighten.
She extended her small hand toward him.
Damien didn’t hesitate.
His large hand slipped into hers immediately.
Warmth spread through her chest as she gently tugged him upward, urging him to stand.
He rose with her, towering over her once more.
Jacqueline paused in front of him.
Her hands lifted to cradle his jaw as she gazed up at him. Standing on the tips of her toes, she pressed a soft, brief kiss to his lips.
Just a small one.
His hands naturally found their place at her waist as she lowered herself back down.
Her hands drifted slowly downward until they rested against his chest. Beneath her palm she felt the solid heat of him through his neatly pressed shirt. Her fingers traced the contours of his abdomen, feeling every ridge and curve of muscle beneath the fabric.
Damien stood rigidly still.
Like carved stone.
His intense gaze never left her, watching every movement she made with the focus of a hawk.
Her slender fingers reached for the buckle of his belt.
Carefully, she unfastened it.
Her attention remained fixed on the task while his eyes stayed locked on her face.
She wanted him to feel what he had just made her feel.
She wanted to see him undone.
She wanted to give him the same satisfaction he had given her.
Never before had such powerful desire coursed through her veins.
And it was all because of him.
This man set her entire body on fire.
She lowered his zipper and pushed his pants down until they gathered around his knees.
Nervous didn’t even begin to describe how she felt.
But beneath the nerves was excitement.
Because she wanted this.
Her throat tightened when she noticed the large bulge straining against his boxers.
She wasn’t sure if he would prefer to stay standing or sit.
“Y-you can sit… if you want,” she murmured shyly without lifting her eyes to meet his.
Damien stepped out of his pants and moved back before lowering himself onto the couch.
With the first few buttons of his shirt undone, a light dusting of dark hair was visible across his muscular chest. Sitting there with his legs spread wide, he looked every bit like a powerful beast barely holding back his hunger.
The heat in his eyes made her stomach twist.
She still wore nothing but the towel, yet the way he looked at her raw, intense, filled with desire left her feeling dizzy.
He crooked a finger toward her, beckoning.
“Come here,” he said, his voice thick and rough.
A shiver ran down her spine.
She stepped forward slowly and sank to her knees between his parted legs.
The scent of him surrounded her deep, masculine, overwhelming.
Her hands trembled as she lifted them toward the waistband of his boxers.
But before she could touch them
Damien caught her wrist mid-air.