Page 51 of Bound By Longing

His smile is wicked as he brings his head between my legs. I watch in shock as he nuzzles my pubic mound before placing his lips right on my bundle of nerves. I gasp. Damien grips my thighs, steadying me, as he begins to lick me.

I cannot believe this is happening. I didn’t come here for this. I came here for answers.

But as Damien runs his tongue over me, I know I have my answer.

I lean back against the couch and let my eyes flutter shut. I was supposed to wait for marriage for these kinds of things. I was always the angel out of my sisters, pure and sweet.

Well, look at me now.

Damien has brought out this new side to me. It’s scary yet exhilarating.

I cry out when he presses his tongue against me harder. On instinct, my hands grip his hair. I need something to keep me from going insane.

Damien growls low in his throat. I can feel its vibrations against my sensitive nub.

“Oh,” I gasp. My hips continue to arch into his mouth. This pleasure is too much. Too much. I think I might die because of it. It’s so much more intense than when he just touched me over my pants. This is a whole new level of pleasure.

I’m not sure I’m ready for it, but Damien is going to wring it from my body whether I’m ready or not.

He pulls back. “Look at me.”

I force myself to do as he says. He keeps his eyes locked with mine as he presses his tongue and lips to my folds. I’ve never even seen myself down there, and Damien has a front-row seat to my most intimate area.

“I really shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper.

“Then tell me to stop.” He kisses along my inner thighs. My legs tremble.

When I don’t say a word, he smirks and resumes pleasuring me with his mouth. He’s relentless.

It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to grow within me. I recognize the feeling. I’m close.

“Damien,” I cry out, grabbing his hair tighter.

“Let go for me, Mila.” He kisses my bundle of nerves, sending me right over the edge.

I cry out as my body trembles and shakes. Damien only pulls back once I’m done. The smugness of his expression lights my face on fire.

“How was that?” he asks.

“Good.”

His smirk grows larger. “Now, you know. I want you, Mila. I want you.”

I have my answer.

Despite wanting to stay with Damien, I must return to Mikhail’s. I don’t want to worry my sisters.

But before I go, Damien and I talk about what we’re going to do.

“You’re mine,” he says, trailing his fingers down my face. Though I’m fully dressed again, my body still tingles from where he touched me.

“I’ll let Dimitri know I can’t marry him.” But can I marry you? Damien still hasn’t given me a straight answer about that. But I know I can’t be with Dimitri. Not when my heart and head are with Damien. Even if Damien breaks my heart in the end, at least I’ll know I tried with him.

“You do that.” He gives me a lingering kiss before letting me go.

I leave without looking back at him because I know if I do, I won't ever leave.

I make it back to Mikhail’s house without any problems. But when I step through the door, I realize I didn’t get off scot-free.

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