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She shifted in her sleep, murmuring softly as she instinctively burrowed deeper into the warmth beside her. It felt so comforting like a soft, heated cushion that she sighed in contentment and curled closer.
Sleep dragged her under again, heavy and sweet, until the “pillow” beneath her shifted slightly. A faint whine slipped past her lips as she tugged it closer, hugging it possessively. But it felt… heavier than a pillow should. And then it grunted.
Her brows knitted together in confusion.
Still half asleep, she draped her leg over the supposed pillow and settled in more comfortably. Yet the surface beneath her felt strangely firm far too hard to be any kind of cushion.
She shifted again, lifting her knee slightly, when another low grunt sounded. Suddenly something large closed around her thigh.
Her eyes flew open.
The first thing she saw was a broad, muscular chest directly in front of her.
Still groggy, she slowly inched backward, staring at the sculpted expanse as if her mind couldn’t quite process what she was seeing. And then she felt a warm breath brushing the crown of her head.
Her gaze shot upward.
Deep olive-green eyes stared down at her.
She blinked at him, dazed, and then the memories from last night came rushing back all at once.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Her gaze dropped to his chest again, and a rush of crimson flooded her cheeks when realization dawned on her why he had been holding her thigh.
Embarrassment seized her instantly.
She pulled the sheets up over her chest in a shy panic and quickly tried to scramble toward the restroom.
But she barely made it a step before Damien caught her wrist.
With a sharp tug he pulled her back, and she landed squarely against his chest, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice thick and rough with sleep, the deep morning rasp sending a shiver down her spine.
She didn’t answer.
It was obvious he knew exactly where she had been trying to escape to.
His arms slid around her waist, drawing her firmly against him, effectively trapping her in his embrace.
Her palms rested against his chest as she gazed up at his face, still a little dazed. She could hardly believe what had happened between them. The night they had shared felt almost unreal.
It had been magical… like something out of a dream.
How did she get this lucky?
“Where did you learn all this from?”
The question slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
Instant regret hit her.
“Learn what?” he asked, brows pulling together in confusion.
She bit her lower lip, suddenly unsure whether she should have asked at all.
“Nothing,” she murmured quietly, her gaze darting everywhere except his face.
Damien reached up, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers slid down to cradle her jaw before he tilted her chin upward, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“Tell me,” he said softly.
She swallowed, fidgeting with her fingers.
“Umm… all the things you did to me…” she said awkwardly, her eyes dropping again.
“What do you think?” he countered, tossing the question back at her.
That only made her more nervous.
“I… I don’t know…” she stammered.
“I watched porn,” he said casually.
“Just to learn,” he added with a small shrug, his expression completely stoic.
Her jaw slackened for a moment before she quickly composed herself, nodding faintly as if accepting the explanation.
“Did I do something wrong last night?” he asked suddenly.
His expression shifted, concern replacing his casual demeanor.
“Are you hurt?”
He pulled back slightly, his eyes scanning her carefully.
There were dark love bites scattered across her chest and neck, but aside from that he didn’t see any obvious injuries.
And truthfully… he liked the marks.
They were proof.
Proof that she belonged to him.
“No, no. I’m fine,” she assured him quickly.
He relaxed a little at that.
Instead of pulling her back against his chest again, he shifted their positions. In the next moment she was lying against the mattress while he hovered over her.
The sheets had slipped aside during the movement, leaving them both exposed to each other.
His gaze lingered on her face before drifting slowly downward.
His hand moved to her breast, kneading it gently. A soft whimper escaped her lips as the touch sent sparks through her already sensitive flesh. Her skin still felt tender from the marks he had left the night before.
“Are you sore?” he rasped.
His fingers pinched her nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing just enough to make her jolt.
He loved how easily she reacted to him.
“Mhm,” she hummed softly in response.
His lips puckered into a small pout.
Jacqueline stared at him in disbelief.
The same intimidating man who had driven her wild the night before was now pouting like a disappointed child because he couldn’t have her the way he wanted.
It was…
adorable.
“You’re so adorable,” she teased.
Reaching up, she pinched both his cheeks and pulled them playfully.
A low growl rumbled out of him as he jerked back, escaping her grip. He glared down at her.
“I’m not adorable,” he groaned.
She giggled.
Sliding her arms around his neck, she tugged him down and rubbed her nose against his in a sweet, affectionate gesture.
Damien allowed her little display of affection, watching quietly. But the moment she leaned back again, he dove forward and captured her lips.
The kiss started slow and gentle.
Then it deepened.
Jacqueline cupped his cheeks as she kissed him back, pouring every bit of warmth and emotion swirling inside her into the moment.
When her lungs demanded air, he finally broke the kiss.
But he didn’t stop touching her.
His lips trailed downward brushing her jaw, her neck, and finally settling at his favorite place.
Her chest.
He closed his mouth over her breast, devouring her hungrily.
“Damien,” she protested, giving his shoulder a light slap. It was more of a warning than anything else.
“Be gentle.”
“I’m hungry,” he muttered against her skin before taking her breast into his mouth again.
Her head fell back against the pillow as her fingers tangled into his hair, allowing him to indulge himself.
Despite how careful he was trying to be, he clearly couldn’t keep his hands or mouth off her.
A sharp hiss escaped her when he nipped her nipple between his teeth.
Another light slap landed on his shoulder.
Undeterred, Damien continued lavishing attention on her breasts. And she didn’t complain not really. He seemed utterly fascinated by them, and she secretly loved how crazy he became over her.
“So fucking soft,” he murmured.
A louder moan slipped from her as he scattered messy kisses across her chest before moving lower over her stomach, then down to her navel.
He flicked his tongue inside her belly button.
Her head tipped back again, eyes squeezed shut.
A smirk curved Damien’s lips.
He’d found another sensitive spot.