Page 55 of Accidental Vegas Vows

“What—”

I pushed her body back from me, forcing my length from her, hating the harshness of the cool breeze against it instead of her warmth. “Bedroom,” I rasped. “I need to fuck you, Olivia. Properly.”

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That oversized shirt was the first thing to go.

I’d let her wear it on the walk back to the cabin, even though the temptation to remove it first and force her to walk completely fucking naked through the internal halls was maddening. But despite it falling just beneath her ass, I could still see the glistening dampness leaking down her inner thighs as she’d walked in front of me.

I didn’t give her a chance to take in the room or the views it boasted out of the front end of the boat. I shut the door behind us, and before she could break the charged silence, I forced the fabric up and over her head, leaving every part of her exposed.

God, everything about her was sinful.

Her breasts, small but full, with little pink nipples that I wanted nothing more than to have between my teeth. The soft curves of her abdomen, the roundness of her hips and her ass, the barely-there tan she’d begun to acquire from her hours on the main deck today. I could have eaten her alive.

I would eat her alive.

Shucking the unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders, I let my desire fuel me, let it make every fucking decision. I grabbed her by the throat, my fingers ever so gently pressing in on the arteries on either side, and crashed my lips into hers. I could taste the lingering flavor of her from when she’d licked it clean off me, could feel the desperate little whimper she made that I absorbed.

I led her backward, creeping toward the bed, while undoing the button on my pants that I’d hastily refastened. I needed my clothes off. I needed to be inside of her.

“Damien,” she breathed, her chin tipping up again to look at me as I stopped at the foot of the mattress. Her eyes focused and unfocused, looking through and looking at me, and I lessened the pressure of my fingers. Blood rushed through her veins and she faltered on her feet, the head-rush making her lips part.

“On the bed,” I ordered, pushing her back just enough that she’d fall out of my grasp onto the cushy mattress. She swallowed, crawling backward, a string of dampness connecting her thighs. “Face down, princess.”

Her eyes blew wide as I pulled off my slacks, my gaze fixed wholly on her. But she rotated her body, flipped herself over on the soft, dark green sheets, her legs just barely spread, her ass beckoning me like a Goddamn light in the dark. I wanted to sink my teeth into it, wanted to grip her so hard she’d be left with bruises, wanted to bury myself into her so harshly she’d barely be able to walk tomorrow.

And I could.

Climbing onto the bed, I grabbed her by the hips, forcing them up, up, up, until her face was buried in the sheets and her hips were high in the air, the softest parts of her presented to me like a fucking meal. If I had any ounce of patience left, I would have eaten her, would have drank every drop from her leaking pussy, but I didn’t. I couldn’t wait. Not when she looked like this.

I knocked her knees further apart until she lined up exactly where I needed her to. I pressed the head of my cock flush against her entrance, the slip of it so easily guiding me into place, and with one hissed please from her, I buried myself inside of her, so deep it was nearly dizzying.

“Oh my God,” Olivia whined. “Please, please tell me you’re going to let me come like this.”

I laughed as I dragged my hands along her spine, my thumbs dipping into the divot that ran up the center of her back and parting at the top, my fingers wrapping around her arms. I pulled them back, joining them at the forearms and folding them over each other. “You’ll have to wait and find out, princess.”

Her walls squeezed the living daylights out of me. There wasn’t a chance in hell of me lasting very long after all of this.

I dragged every inch of myself out of her, leaving just the tip as I gripped onto her restrained arms, and a second later, I was plunging back in, giving her everything, taking everything. The harsh moan that vibrated through her made me thankful that Noah was sleeping soundly on the other side of the boat, with far too many rooms between us and him to even need to worry about her noises cutting through.

Over and over, I fucked her thoroughly, burying myself and retreating, feeling every bit of her tug along my length. I dug my nails into the softness of her ass, my grip unrelenting, breaking blood vessels and flushing her skin in little red spots. Every withdrawal from her left my cock glistening from her seemingly never-ending pool, and every thrust left my head spinning.

This was different. This wasn’t lust, this was something deeper, more raw, more degrading. This was a harsh, infinite need, a need that pulled at me from every angle, a need that took my fucking breath and refused to give it back.

“Please, Damien,” she begged. “Please, please, please.”

But she sounded so fucking pretty. So fucking pretty that I lost myself in her, my hips stuttering, my grunts and groans devolving into gasps and growls, and I found myself spilling into her. I released her arms as I filled her, heat spreading out in her and around me, my body heaving, my breaths too shallow. She rocked back into me, still riding her edge, still desperate, and within a second, I was moving.

“Dame,” she whimpered as I slid myself from her. “Please, I need you. I need this.”

I flipped her onto her back and she was on me in an instant. Her arms around my neck, her mouth against mine, her hips torturously bucking up toward me. I kissed her through the haze of my come down, but I couldn’t leave her like this, couldn’t leave her wanting when I’d had my fill, as tempting as it was.

“You were so good for me,” I rasped, her lower lip catching between my teeth. “So fucking good for me.”

“Does that mean?—”

Slipping a hand between us, three fingers slid into her like slicing through melting butter. She moaned against my mouth, her hips already working, already seeking what she wanted. I met her halfway, my thumb stroking across her heated, throbbing clit. I’d already committed, but a part of me wanted to take that right to her orgasm away again, wanted to give it five minutes in the hopes that we could go another time, and then another, and another, or as many as she had in her before she broke and sobbed and offered me anything I wanted just to have her release.

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