Chapter 220 Vampire Luna

Chapter 220 Vampire Luna
Damon kept his eyes tightly shut as he deeply inhaled the sweet, intimate scent from my lace panties. An expression of pure, unadulterated satisfaction washed across his sharp features, as if my fragrance was the only thing capable of soothing his restless soul.
He tossed the damp fabric aside and stepped back toward me, his dark eyes burning with raw hunger. He reached out with his right hand, sliding his long, warm index finger slowly down between my thighs, right against my aching core.
The very moment the tip of his finger pushed inside my tight heat, an overwhelming surge of pure, electric pleasure shot straight up my spine. My eyelids fluttered shut instantly, my head falling back against the hard wall as a soft, helpless moan vibrated out of my throat.
Damon began moving his finger in and out of me with a tantalizing, agonizingly slow rhythm. He kept his broad body pressed firm against my legs, holding me in place as his finger glided smoothly through my dampness. My fingers twitched, grasping at the air as the sensation built up like a storm in my lower belly.
Gradually, he picked up the speed. His stroke became a bit faster, driving deeper into my warmth with a firm, steady rhythm that made my knees wobble uncontrollably. My soft whimpers quickly turned into loud, breathless moaning that filled the entire room. The intensity of the pleasure was rapidly reaching a fever pitch—I felt like my body was on the absolute brink of exploding into a million pieces. My thighs trembled violently, barely able to support my own weight.
Damon leaned his head close to my ear, his hot breath fanning across my skin as a low, gravelly whisper escaped his lips. "So... you like this, don't you?"
Unable to form actual words through the fog of desire, I simply nodded my head frantically, letting out another shuddering moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Satisfied with my reaction, Damon finally released his firm grip on my wrists, letting my hands drop free from above my head. I didn't even have the strength to pull them down; I just kept my eyes squeezed shut, wrapping my arms loosely around his thick shoulders as I endured the overwhelming, intoxicating sweetness of his touch.
Suddenly, Damon pulled his finger completely out of me and paused. He looked down at my glistening core, a dark, dangerous smirk spreading across his handsome face.
"You are so wonderfully wet, Amanda," he rumbled softly, his voice thick with deep satisfaction. "I love it when you get like this for me... but I want you even wetter."
He slid his wet index finger back inside me, coating it thoroughly in my sweet slick, before pulling it out once more. Without taking his eyes off mine, he brought his own finger up to his lips and slowly licked my sweetness off his skin. He then raised his hand to my face, gently pressing his slicked finger against my lower lip. I parted my mouth, taking his finger inside and licking it clean just as he had done.
Damon let out a low, approving growl, cupping the back of my head and crashing his mouth down onto mine in a fierce, passionate kiss.
As our lips locked together in a hungry rhythm, I brought both of my arms around his neck, my hands sliding down to rest flat against his broad, bare back. The moment my palms touched his skin, a wave of intense heat radiated into my hands. His back felt scorching hot, practically burning against my touch, but I refused to pull away. I didn't care about the heat; I didn't want to think about his curse or his pain right now—I just wanted to lose myself completely in his arms.
Damon suddenly broke the kiss, lifting me effortlessly into his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. He carried me a few steps over to his massive wooden desk, clearing away a pile of parchments with a quick sweep of his arm before placing me right on the edge of the polished wood.
He stepped between my spread knees and knelt down on the floor, burying his face directly between my thighs.
Oh, Goddess above... he was impossibly good at this! A wild gasp tore through my chest as his hot, wet tongue made direct contact with my slick center. This was only the second time in my life experiencing this with him, but it felt so incredible that I was convinced no man on earth could ever do it better. He moved like an absolute master of his craft, using his tongue with precise, devastating skill.
He kept lapping and swirling his tongue against my most intimate places, driving the pleasure so high that my eyes literally rolled back in my head. He focused his relentless attention straight onto my sensitive clit, licking it with smooth, firm strokes while using his long fingers to gently stroke and part the swollen folds around it.
It was the most reactive spot on my entire body, and the sheer volume of intense pleasure crashing over me was almost too much to bear.
I bit my lower lip so hard I nearly drew blood, desperately trying my absolute best not to scream at the top of my lungs. The sensation was too sweet, too overwhelming, and too intense. My mind was spinning out of control—I wanted him to stop because I couldn't take any more, but at the exact same time, I wanted him to keep going forever and never stop.
I gripped his broad shoulders tightly, my fingers digging deep into the muscles of his upper back to anchor myself as another wave of pleasure rippled through my body.
That was when I happened to look down at my own hands.
My heart instantly stopped, and the intense heat in my veins turned into ice-cold dread.
On the palms of my hands—the very hands I had just placed against his bare back—there was a thick, dark coating of
fresh, crimson blood.