Page 79 of Remembering Passion

I narrowed my eyes. “Damien, I don’t understand what’s happening. One minute, you look at me like I’m your last meal and the next you’re telling me to go.”

“I didn’t tell you to go. I offered. I fucking want you here, in this bed, all night long. In our bed forever.” The tendons in his neck tightened. “I want to ravish you, fall into a sex coma, to wake and do it again. Rinse and repeat all fucking night long, tonight, tomorrow night, until we’re too old to fuck.” He shook his head. “One day at a time. I know. I want you here because you want to be here, not because of a debt.”

I took a step toward him, my chin raised. “Then don’t offer me the opposite.”

His nostrils flared as he stared down at me. “It’s that.” He inhaled. “I respected your wishes, but if you don’t leave now…if you stay, we won’t be having a masturbation party. When you come, it will be because I allow it. I am the one that touches your warm, wet pink pussy. I’m the one who licks it, nips it, and fills it. I’m the one who brings you pleasure.”

Each of his phrases were sparks combining within me. From firecrackers to dynamite, my nerve endings detonated.

“And one more thing, Ms. Crystal, there’s no turning back. You won’t kick me out of my own room, and unless you do it now, you aren’t leaving.” He took another step back. “What is your answer?”

I pressed my lips into a straight line. “That’s a lot to think about.”

He shook his head. “No, don’t overthink it.” He came closer, lowering his lips to my jaw. A trail of kisses traversed my face, ear, neck, and lower, into the V of the coat’s neckline.

My breathing quickened as goosebumps materialized in the wake of his descent. I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth and desire in each action.

“Open the coat for me.” His deep voice left no room for refusal.

My mouth dried as my fingers fumbled with the knot.

When the wool gaped, giving him just a peek at my flesh, he growled, “Fuck.”

With a shrug of each shoulder, the pink coat fell to the carpeting near my shoes. Passion and desire like I’d tried to forget shone in his eyes as he walked around me, completely around me.

“You’re incredible.”

“My debt is paid.”

“It is, but mine isn’t.”

I tilted my head. “Yours?”

He stopped in front of me. “I promised you seven orgasms, and I didn’t deliver.”

He snaked his arm around my waist and lifted me from the floor. Cradling me against his muscular chest, he looked at my feet. “Are you ready to take those off?”

“Yes.”

Sitting me on the edge of the bed, Damien knelt before me, gently removing one shoe and then the next. I wiggled my toes at the relief of losing the heels. “I’m not sure I will be able to walk tomorrow.”

“That’s my goal.”

I offered him my hand and watched as his long fingers encased mine. “I don’t want to leave, Damien. I’m scared, but I’m tired of fighting the way I feel. We shared a passion, one I tried to forget.”

He stood and tugged on my hand. I also stood, craning my neck and looking up at him. “I remember the passion, Ella. I remember everything about you. Give me a chance to help you remember.”

I lifted my arms to his broad shoulders and standing on my toes, I kissed him. My body melded against his as the intensity of our kiss grew. Damien’s hands fell lower until they lifted my behind. I wrapped my legs around him, pressing my heels into the small of his back. The hotel room lost focus as he turned and lowered me once again to the bed. I didn’t have time to move before his hard body was over mine. The gruff on his cheeks abraded my skin as his kisses descended lower without the impairment of the coat.

Damien

Help her remember.

Ella’s fingers gripped the sheets as my kisses neared her core. Spreading her knees apart, I teased her warm, wet pussy with my tongue. As her hips bucked, I remembered the text message I’d sent. Moving my kisses higher, I climbed over her until our lips met. Her fingers weaved through my hair, pulling me toward her. We were two people hungry for one another.

Ravished.

Starved.

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