Page 61 of De Luca: The Saint

“Damian,” I warn.

He chuckles, “Tell me you don’t want me anymore, Kitty Kat. Come on, lie through your fucking teeth. While you’re at it, tell me your panties aren’t drenched. I can smell your arousal, your fucking need. I already know when I kiss you, you’re not going to fight it, are you?”

“Damian,” I gasp.

“Answer me, Kitty Kat, are you going to fight me? Tell me no?”

I could lie and say yes, but I don’t bother wasting my breath. Instead, I answer honestly, “No.”

“Good girl,” he breathes, “Such a good fucking girl.”

Leaning his head forward, he swipes the seam of my lips with his tongue.

I whimper at the sensual contact, causing my lips to part, and he takes full advantage of it. He presses his lips to mine, sliding his tongue against mine in an erotic dance that foreshadows what’s to come.

When I moan, he groans in response, pulls back slightly, and sucks my tongue before biting my lip. “Jesus Christ, Kitty Kat. So sweet. So fucking sweet.”

He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh and growls, “Tell me to stop.”

My heart rate increases the closer he gets to where I need him, and he growls, “Tell me to fucking stop, Kitty Kat.”

I shake my head, “No. Don’t stop, Damian. Don’t. Ever. Stop.”

Gripping my thigh, he says, “Do you consent?”

I nod, “Yes, Damian. Yes.”

“You need a safe word. Pick anything. You say it and everything stops.”

My eyes widen, “What’s wrong with the colors?”

Pain flashes across his expression, “I couldn’t bear hearing that word ever again. Please. Pick a safe word.”

I nod in understanding, “Cross.”

He arches an eyebrow, “Most people pick pineapple or banana but not you, cross it is.”

Smiling, I say, “Being strapped to that cross with you was one of the best times of my life.”

Sliding his hand further up my thigh, he pinches my clit through my panties, causing me to yelp.

“Has there been-”

I cut him off, “No. There have been orgasms, but I haven’t been with anybody since you.”

He grins proudly, “Neither have I.”

I gape at him in shock, “Seriously?”

Pinching my clit again, he growls, “Seriously. I have never wanted another woman since I laid eyes on you.”

“Damian,” I whimper.

He slides his hand down the front of my panties, pressing a finger inside me while placing his thumb on my clit. He circles his thumb in quick, precise movements, causing moan after moan to escape from me.

“Come for me, Kitty Kat. Let me watch you shatter.”

He adds another finger with his first and begins fucking me harder, swirling his fingers in a circle.

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