Page 59 of Endless Love

Damien rushes inside and pauses. Our gazes connect. His eyes tell me everything I’m dying to know, that it’s just me, only me, forever only me for him. In this room, there’s only us, love and passion sizzling between us.

Heavy and elaborate breaths heave his chest, and his pupils disappear in the pool of steel blue, swallowing me whole.

I uncross my legs and spread them over the armchair as my hands linger on my exposed thighs and he yanks at his collar.

Damien’s eyes follow every one of my caresses.

Every tick of the clock increases my desire. My skin begs for his touch. My nipples poke through the material, wishing to be freed of their confinement. He sizes me up, leaving no inch untouched from his penetrating stare, and goosebumps erupt over my skin. His lips curve into a mesmerizing smile, and his bald-face arrogance does funny things to my insides.

His gaze is full of promise, and the ache I feel inside increases on its own. I’m slowly imploding with the thick, sexual tension between us. It could have been just minutes or hours. What I am sure of, though, is the hungry way Damien takes me in, assuring me that what’s coming will make my world spin. His muscles strain and flex with his heavy breathing. He yanks at his two upper shirt buttons.

“Tell me, Bria, what were you thinking about a second ago?”

His tone lowers to demanding taking everything from me and asking for more. I shudder and stare him right in his eyes, determination dripping from my lips.

“I thought of you fucking me.”

His eyes turn to vast pools of lust as he sucks in a breath of air.

“Open your legs wider for me, baby.”

I spread for him and I trace one finger along the curves of the laced fabric. The need to play with myself to ease some pressure blinds me, but I have a job to do first. I push the teddy aside and tease my entrance with my fingers and his jaw ticks. Coated in my arousal, I show him my fingers. He gulps in response, his jeans giving in to the pressure of his hard-on.

The image alone increases the wetness between my legs. Damien rips his shirt off as the last shred of patience vanishes from him.

His jeans’ button pops, he discards them and his black boxers, releasing himself, and reaches me in two strides. I raise my hands to touch him, he’s so near to my trembling hands, but he shakes his head in response, commanding, “Touch yourself. I want to see those fingers going in and out of that delectable pussy of yours. Show me, baby.”

“Only if you do the same.”

“You want to see me stroking my cock?”

Always crass, but I love his dirty mouth and I nod, biting down on my lip. I play with myself, lost in the rhythm of touch. I’m captivated by the view in front of me. He hisses, and he grits his teeth as he fists his erection—such a spectacular view.

“Is my baby hungry for my cock?”

“Yes,” I rasp, my voice, a sound of lust and desperation reverberating through my insides, screaming for more until we explode into fireworks of desire.

His fingertips brush my belly and my bare thighs, clasping my bottom. The sensations drive me crazy.

Damien removes the teddy, and he sucks my already hard nipples in his mouth, and a moan parts my lips. He releases them with a pop, and he tips my chin up while I wait for his next instruction.

“Spread your lips with your fingers, let me play with my pussy.”

His dexterous finger grazes over my core, and he takes my mouth in his and licks my lower lip, easing the sting. His fingers circle my bundle of nerves as moan after moan escapes my mouth.

“Come, baby.”

At his command, my body erupts into an earthshaking orgasm. I come back from the height of pleasure, and he lifts me. In one swift move, he throws me on the bed.

“Onto your hands and knees.”

I watch him over my shoulder as Damien stares back at me in adoration and pure hunger. His hands stroke my back, positioning himself behind me, ready to possess me. I grab the sheets as if they can hold me. His lips kiss down my spine, and I moan as he thrusts inside me, spreading me, going deeper than I knew possible.

I feel him everywhere in me, around me. I am dizzy.

My body shudders as Damien touches me, holding me through my release, my limbs turning to jelly. He flips me over and props my legs over his shoulders, sliding a few more times in and out of me. Damien captures my lips once more, and with a strangled voice, he lets my name slip out from his lips on a moan and comes. He gazes dreamingly at me like I’m the key to unlocking the doors to paradise.

“That was . . .” I arch my eyebrow in expectation, and he adds, “Hot.”

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