Chapter 42
-MILLIE-
Damian’s touch and kiss were both gentle and possessive. It was a perfectbination of yful and
tender like he was afraid to break me, yet he couldn’t wait to ravish me. I like it. I like it very much.
This was different from what we had in New York. For me, at least. epting what I felt for Damian
made me see things from a different angle. Our rtionship had an expiration date. This was the only
way I could have him, and I intend to make the most of it.
Earlier, when Damian left radiating with anger, Gian told me I was out of my mind to even fake things
with him. My friend pointed out that my history with Damian was nothingpared to what I had with
Hunter. There was one thing sure about. this deal. I’ll end up with a broken heart.
Stu pid? Maybe. But knowing I only had limited time with the man I love heightened every emotion
coursing through my body. Excitement. Lust. Desire, Fear.
Curiosity will be the death of me, but I want to know what it’s like to be with Damian
In the flurry of nipping and biting. I took the courage, opened my mouth, darting my tongue out, and
traced Damian’s lips. He growled, his finger digging into my butt cheeks.
I was only getting the hang of his kisses when he pulled away, dark eyes pinning me with amanding
stare. An audible gasp fell from my lips when he lifted me, setting me down on the couch, his brawny
arms caging me down.
“This situation familiar to you?” he murmured, burying his face in the junction of my neck and shoulder,
his teeth scraping my skin. I moaned, my back arching off the couch, my stiff nipples grazing his chest,
begging for his attention.
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Did he ask me something? I blinked up at the starry sky, remembering the question.
“My apartment in New York.” I moaned, yelping when he gripped my hips and yanked me down until my
a ss was hanging off the couch. He chuckled darkly. I should have been scared of his predatory gaze,
but it thrilled me to my core.
Gian was right. I was out of my mind…
Damian settled between my parted legs, resting his calloused hands on top of my knee. Then, with such
slowness that made me dizzy, his hands slid up my thighs until they disappeared under my nightgown.
With each inch his hands covered, my heartbeat skyrocketed. I feared it would burst out of my chest until
Damian paused, all traces of yfulness leaving his face.
“You’re f ucking bare, Millicent,” he rasped, his mrs grounding as his fingers dug into the junction of
my legs and hips where my panties should have been resting. “You wanted this,” he murmured, mulling
over this discovery.
An army of ants crawled under my skin as I watched his gaze darkened, turning feral while he licked his
lips. He was a hungry beast, and I was his meal.
“Yes, Damian.” He wasn’t asking, but I felt the need to respond. I want him to know I am a hundred
percent sure of what we’re doing.
An animalistic sound rumbled from his chest. In the blink of an eye, he reached up and ripped my
nightgown in the middle, exposing my body to his scrutiny. The dimmed light on the balcony did nothing
to stop Damian’s eyes from taking
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Rome Fletcher suddenly crossed my mind. I knew it wasn’t him who was looking down at my body, so I
fought the urge to cover my nakedness.
Being perceptive, Damian saw the slight tremble of my lips catching a whiff of my hesitation
“That f ucker doesn’t get the privilege of getting between us, baby Damian cupped my face and pulled
me for a torrid kiss until my lungs begged for air. “I will erase everything he did to you”
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I nodded, trusting hinrpletely, burying my fingers in his hair, and pulled him for another kiss.
I want to forget, and Damian was a willing aplice to my mission.
It’s Damian who’s touching me. These words yed like a mantra in my head until I lost myself in his
touch.
Gently, Damian guided the straps of my dress down my shoulder. He tossed the shredded fabric over his
shoulder and pushed my legs apart, spreading them wide, exposing mepletely.
The cool air sted my pu ssy as a new gush of my excitement rushed down my center.
Damian lifts his knuckles up to his mouth, biting down on it.
Holy f uck.
Eyes wide. I watched, mesmerized, as Damian grabbed my trembling hands, lifting them up towards my
breast.
“Show me what makes you feel good,” he groaned.
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Panting, I swallowed hard and pinched my nipples, toying with them like I would when I was alone.
Though my hands were shaking, I plucked and pulled my pebbled buds, moaning as a dizzying
sensation washed over me. It was the way Damian watched me, devouring me with his gaze.
Smirking, he lowered his face between my legs, eyes still glued on mine.
“Oh sh it,” I whimpered at the first stripe his tongue drew on my slit, sending my head back against the
backrest of the couch, my toes pointing towards the cold floor. “Damian.”
His hands pushed my thighs further apart, his tongue plundered my p ussy like a miner searching for
gold. He pushed and pulled, licked and slurped, invading and exploring relentlessly until I was moaning
and whimpering his name like a prayer.
I love the way his fingers dig on the inside of my thighs. They would surely leave marks there, but I’d
dly bear his marks like a prize. I love the feel of his mouth on me. My head tossed side to side. Hips
bucking as my fingers moved against my nipples, pinching and tugging.
From the first time Damian touched me, I knew he was different. This man had skills. His expert hands
knew where to touch me, and now his tongue… G od. I can’t even put into words the skills he’s
bestowing upon me. He’s sending me skyrocketing towards the finale without mercy. And the noise he’s
making, he sounds like a man tasting his first meal after a long period of starvation. His grumble of
pleasure vibrated through my entire body. I wasing. There was no controlling this anymore. Though I
wanted this moment tost, I couldn’t hold it in. I came hard. Fast. ck dots danced on the back of
eyelids, and my world spun.
It was a beautiful ending that had me seeing gxies whirling around me.
He didn’t stop until I was shuddering in pleasure. My body copsed on the couch; his name was the
only thing running through my dizzy head.
Damian lifted his face, studying me. Iy sprawled on the couch legs spread wide, wanton and riding the
waves of his intoxicating touch.
He exceeded my expectations, and I could barely remember my name.
I barelyprehend what happened next. Damian gathered me in his arms and walked us inside the
room,ying me on the bed. He disappeared on the ensuite and came out with a damp towel. I blinked
up at him, frowning.
“What about you?” I pushed up on my elbows, sitting up straight.
“I’m drunk,” he murmured, sliding the towel on the inside of my thighs. I bit my lip when he patted my
well-ravished pu ssy. I was still sensitive. “When I take you, I want to be sober.”
“Oh,” my mouth parted.
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