Chapter 140 *
Scarlett’s POV
I arched into him, my hands sliding up under that too-tight t-shirt, fingers tracing the hard ridges of his abs.
His skin was hot, damp from the shower, and the feel of it under my palms sent a shiver through me.
"Scarlett," he growled against my lips, the sound of my name on his tongue making my core clench.
He pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside.
My breath caught at the sight of him—broad shoulders, sculpted muscle, that faint line of dark hair trailing down from his navel.
He was beautiful in a way that felt almost unfair.
His hands went to the hem of my own thin t-shirt. "Off," he said.
I sat up slightly, helping him pull it over my head.
The cool air hit my bare breasts, nipples tightening instantly, and his eyes darkened as he took me in.
"God, you're perfect," he murmured, lowering his head to capture one nipple in his mouth.
I gasped, my fingers threading through his damp hair as his tongue swirled, teeth grazing just enough to make me moan.
His hand cupped my other breast, thumb flicking over the peak, sending sparks straight between my legs.
I was already wet, aching for him, my hips shifting restlessly against the mattress.
He moved lower, kissing a path down my stomach, his stubble scraping against my skin.
When he reached the waistband of my sleep shorts, he hooked his fingers in and tugged them down along with my panties in one slow motion.
I lifted my hips to help, and then I was completely bare to him. It should have felt vulnerable, but with Damon, it only felt right.
He settled between my thighs, strong hands spreading me open. "Look at you," he said, voice husky.
His thumb brushed over my clit, and I jolted, a whimper escaping me. "So wet for me already."
"Damon, please," I breathed, not even sure what I was begging for. More. Him. Everything.
He didn't make me wait. His mouth descended, tongue flattening against me in one long, slow lick that had my back bowing off the bed.
He devoured me like he was starving, alternating between broad strokes and focused flicks over my clit, his fingers digging into my thighs to hold me steady as I writhed.
The pleasure built fast and intense, coiling tight in my core. When he slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, I shattered almost immediately, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.
He didn't stop, working me through it until I was trembling, oversensitive and gasping.
Only then did he pull back, kissing his way back up my body, his lips slick with me. I tasted myself on his tongue when he kissed me again.
"Your turn," I whispered against his mouth, my hands fumbling with the drawstring of the sweatpants.
He helped me shove them down, kicking them off, and then he was naked above me, hard and thick, the sight of him making my mouth water.
I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly, loving the way he groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder.
He was velvet over steel, pulsing in my grip. "Scarlett," he warned, voice strained. "I need to be inside you. Now."
"Yes," I said, guiding him to my entrance. "Now."
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me perfectly.
It burned in the best way, fuller than I remembered from that frantic night at the hotel.
This time, he was watching my face, eyes locked on mine as he filled me completely. When he was seated deep, he stilled, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine.
"You feel..." He trailed off, exhaling shakily.
The words broke something open in me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Move," I whispered. "Please."
He did. Slow at first, deep thrusts that had me gasping with every slide, his hips rolling in a rhythm that hit every sensitive spot inside me.
Our bodies moved together like we'd done this a thousand times, not just once as strangers. His hand slipped between us, thumb circling my clit again, and the dual sensation had me climbing fast.
"Faster," I begged, nails raking down his back.
He obliged, pace quickening, the bed creaking beneath us as he drove into me harder, deeper.
The room filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together, my moans, his grunts, the raw intimacy of it all.
"I'm close," I panted, clinging to him.
"Come for me, Scarlett," he said against my ear, voice rough. "Let me feel you."
That pushed me over. I came hard, clenching around him, crying out as pleasure ripped through me.
He followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a guttural groan of my name, pulsing inside me as he let go.
We stayed like that, wrapped around each other, breathing ragged. He kissed me softly—forehead, cheeks, lips—then rolled us so I was draped over his chest, still connected.
This wasn't like the hotel. That had been release, escape. This was connection.
I pressed my face to his neck, listening to his heartbeat slow. For the first time in forever, I felt whole. Loved.
Because of him.