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A sob escaped her, and he glanced up. “It’s okay, we’ll take it slow.”

Slow?

Who was he kidding?

She was an inferno burning from the inside out. A raging, out-of-control wildfire.

He straightened up and reclaimed her mouth. His kiss was gentler this time, but no less scorching. If anything, it seared deeper, caressing her mouth, making her feel things she hadn’t felt in years.

It drew her out, slowly but surely, probing into her soul. Her nipples tingled from his tongue, wet and on fire. Her body cried out for more, yet the words didn’t come.

Still, he knew.

She didn’t have to say anything, her body was saying it for her.

He peeled her dress the rest of the way off, letting it drop around her ankles. The look in his eyes as he gazed at her nakedness was enough to make her melt into a puddle of longing, right then and there.

“Christ, Rose, you’re beautiful.”

Picking her up, he laid her on the bed, then covered her with his body. They kissed again, deep and searing, until she was weak with longing. She clawed at his back, pinning him close, wanting to feel as much of him as possible, in case this spell suddenly broke.

Then suddenly, his mouth was burning a trail to her breasts, capturing them one by one, turning them from cool to scorching hot in the blink of an eye. She gasped, arching her back, the sensation was so exquisite.

How could anything feel this good? A tightly coiled tension began to build in her stomach, growing as he sucked and flicked at her nipples with his tongue. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, he stopped, releasing her breast. Her entire body was buzzing with something she couldn’t describe.

It was crazy, insane, intense—and she loved it.

He was kissing her stomach now, his tongue delving into her belly button, making her squirm. Every nerve ending was on fire, her body overly sensitive.

She shuddered as he pulled down her soaked panties, sliding the material over her skin. She was past caring. Moaning, she lifted her hips, barely conscious of what she was doing. All she knew was she needed to get some release. Somehow.

“Please,” she begged, as he ran a hand down her leg, his other resting on her stomach, just above her pubic hair. He stroked her gently, his hand moving further down until his thumb pressed between her slick folds, making her gasp.

With mesmerizing slowness, he began to rotate his finger in small circles over her clit, until she was writhing with wild abandon. If this was what it felt like to be normal, she wanted more of it. Much more.

A whole army of drones could drop bombs on the hotel, and she wouldn’t notice.

“Damian,” she hissed, grasping the bed covers, her hands balling into fists. But instead of replying, he bent his head and his tongue took the place of his finger.

Thorn cried out, letting go of the sheet and clutching his head. Fire burst through her, exploding upwards until her whole body was trembling. He sucked at her core, his teeth grazing her, sending shockwaves of pure desire through her already shaking body.

His big hands moved to her hips, pressing down, anchoring her so he could have his full. His mouth ravaged her, until she was a dripping, yelping mess.

Thorn wasn’t sure how much more she could stand. A sob wracked her body, as she gasped his name. He sucked hard, drawing her clit into his mouth.

Fuuuck.

She couldn’t handle it anymore. She was right on the edge. The tightness in her stomach grew, until she was wound so tightly she felt like she was going to unleash at any moment. She was soaring, flying higher and higher, swirling into nothingness.

One last suck and she was flying off the edge of the cliff, crying out as spasm after spasm consumed her body. She bucked like a woman possessed, but he moved with her, letting her ride it out, his mouth still attached like a limpet.

She came so hard, she saw stars. Over and over again, smaller convulsions spread through her, until she was totally and utterly spent. Only then did he break their bond.

Exhausted and more than a little hazy, she collapsed back on the bed, her eyes closed. It was only then that she remembered he’d called her Rose.

Damian watched as she collapsed, utterly spent on the bed, her beautiful body still trembling with aftershocks. Her breath came in shallow, rapid bursts, her chest rising and falling like she’d just run a marathon.

Fuck, she fired his blood.

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