Page 110 of Sinful Sacrifice

“Did you do this?” I gesture toward the balloons, already knowing the answer.

He tucks his hands into his pockets, coming closer. “I wanted you to have a nice birthday.”

He remembered.

Damien always remembers.

Gulping, I take in every inch of him.

My same Damien, only different.

Tension seems to radiate through every inch of his body.

The year has taken a toll on him, and I hate that.

Hate that it takes so much away from all of us.

I keep up with the rumors around the Mafia world, and I know they’re having issues with nearly everyone in New York City. I also learn of these things when Antonio refuses to allow Amara to attend classes at the studio for security reasons.

Damien slides his tongue along the front of his teeth.

I’ve missed him so damn much.

I don’t budge as he draws closer. Taking my trembling hand, he guides me to the small office in the back. My back meets the wall, his body inches from mine, and he audibly sucks in a breath.

He buries his face in the hollow of my neck, both of us falling silent. As he places gentle kisses on my collarbone, he mutters, “I’ve missed you,” against my skin.

I open my mouth to say something, but no words come.

It’s ecstasy when his mouth moves to meet mine.

He kisses me as if he wants to shove all our memories back through them.

He tastes the same.

His mouth feels the same.

All of it perfection.

My breath catches when he slides his hand up my shorts. Our tongues tangle, creating their own dance, and he shoves my panties to the side. He groans, gliding his fingers through my wetness. When he pushes them inside me, I brace myself against the wall.

He isn’t gentle as he finger-fucks me, his thumb teasing my clit. He locks eyes with me, staring deeply. I can’t resist touching his cheek and running my fingers across his skin. He sighs, a trace of rigidness fading from his face.

A rush of warmth travels through my body. It’s as if fire were coursing through my veins.

“That’s it. Drench my fingers with your cum, baby,” he says against my mouth. “I want to jack off later and still feel your juices on my hand. I want to smear it all over my cock, remembering how wet your pussy gets, like a fucking lake, baby.”

His words set me off, and I fuck his hand, slamming my hips against him.

I’m closer and closer and closer and closer.

As my release breaks free, he continues caressing me as I moan out his name. He supports me as my knees wobble, and I come down from my high.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he says, kissing me on the lips.

I bend forward when he steps back and leaves.

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